SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

Alison

Alison easily found the note that David had left on the table; he'd gone to the local hardware store for lumber and supplies...he wanted to make repairs to the outer door to the hay-room of their barn...she didn't see the sense of it really, except that perhaps he might want to get the little bit of "work" completed so that they could enjoy his two weeks vacation...They'd both had been working so hard and she felt that they deserved a little R and R...

She had heard the sirens prior to seeing where they were headed. From her front door, she could only barely see anything as the cornfield, though almost ready for harvest, was still pretty thick. She ran upstairs to have a look from their bedroom window and saw a familiar-looking pick up truck upside down. Feeling her pulse race painfully, she grabbed her purse and her phone, and then ran out of the house without locking it up.

Driving her car to the accident site, she pulled up behind one of the fire trucks with skid of gravel that let everyone know she was there and got out of the car. Her elderly neighbor trotted across the street and grabbed her from behind. Misses Moss wasn't a tiny woman, in fact, she was quite muscular, and still got around well, having farmed the property with her husband for over sixty years. "Ali, don't..."

"Let me go, Miz Moss," Alison warned.

The older woman turned her around and shook her head. "No honey. You don't want to see this," she warned gently. A policeman had been sent over and ambled up to them.

"The wife," the stressed officer asked callously as he guided what little bit of traffic that was trying to move around the accident site.

Misses Moss nodded.

The officer's face registered sympathy. "Would you like to follow the ambulance, Ma'am?"

"Why can't I ride with him," Alison asked in panic.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry ma'am. Not allowed."

"I'll drive you honey," Misses Moss told her as she pulled her away from the accident.

Alison nodded her consent.

She rushed through the guard station at the local ER and ran through to the nurses' station; they were expecting her. She was lead to the small partitioned room, where they told her to stay put and they'd see if it was possible to allow her entrance to the tiny room. Finally, a nurse slipped through the curtain, almost running her down and hurried to the large desk and picked up the telephone.

The other nurse brought her a chair and asked her to have a seat. "They're still patching him up," she said.

Two hours had past and several different people came and went when they had finally stabilized her husband and were about to take him to the Intensive Care Unit.

"Then no one will mind if I see him, right," she said to no one in particular...no one stayed with her long enough to care to speak to her yet.

She stood and slipped through the closed curtain and gazed toward her husband lovingly and took his free hand in hers. The doctor looked up at her and noticed the identical wedding ring on her finger and she noticed his disapproval.

"We have placed him in a medically-induced coma," he said coldly.

"He was in pain then?"

He wiped his hands off with several wet cloths, dropping each one to the floor. "You could say that, yes. Excuse me."

She stared at the back of his head as he turned and left the little cubicle. Her gaze moved to the nurse, who was finishing up. "Basically ma'am, he broke his neck," she said gently. "The comatose state is just to keep him on an even keel until we can..."