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Render me helpless part 4 |
| Written by Laura | |
| Thursday, 21 February 2008 | |
"Good Morning Marcy." said a voice from the corner of the room. Marcy opened her eyes to look around, her eyes however were bandaged up. "Who's there?" "Hard to believe that you could forget my voice so quickly." "Jesse." "Yes." "Oh Jesse, I need to see you!" Marcy exclaimed, her hands pulling at the bandages that were placed across her eyes. "No, you can't take the bandages off Marcy." "Why not?" "Doctors orders." "I don't understand, why are they on in the first place." "You don't remember?" "Jesse, please tell me what is going on." "Marcy, Marcy, Marcy. It is a shame that your memory is denying you what you deserve the most." "What- what are you talking about?" Marcy asked, afraid of what Jesse may say next. "I must go now, however I will send your mother to you." "Jesse, don't go I need you here with me." "I'll be back." he said as he walked through the door leaving Marcy confused and all alone. "I have to get these bandages off my face." she said disturbed by them. Marcy began to untie it from the back when she heard someone walk into the room. "Marcy, you can't take those off." "You are the second person to tell me that, but you people won't tell me why." "You people? Who was here before me?" "Jesse... he sounded wonderful." "Marcy..." her mother started to say in disbelief. "Mother, I know you don't think he is a good person but he's wonderful." "Jesse has been gone for five years Marcy he's not coming back." "He was here just now. I heard him." Marcy's mother shook her head in disbelief and walked over to sit in the chair next to Marcy's bed. "They put the bandages on your eyes to keep the light out. Do you remember anything that happened earlier when I told you about it being five years since you were last awake?" "No, I don't remember anything." "You went hysterical at first and once you calmed down your head was hurting so badly that the nurse had to give you a shot. They placed the bandages over your eyes to make sure t didn't worsen." "Well I don't feel any pain now, can't I take them off?" "The doctor said to leave them on for the rest of the day." "I want to see things, you, my flowers, my chocolates and magazines." "Oh you got a new one." "I did." "Yeah, here I'll read the card to you." Marcy's mother said as she walked over to the cabinet that held all of Marcy's flowers. "To thee who I love and cannot see is my only dream to see her dreams." "What does that mean?" Marcy questioned. "I don't know, doesn't make any sense to me." "Who sent it?" "It doesn't say and it's typed." "That's weird, maybe with all the fans I have, one of the cooks was let in." "I guess that's possible." Marcy's mother slid the card back into the envelope and placed it back onto the flower. "Pretty bouquet though." "What kind are they?" "Daises." "I love daisies."
Two weeks later, Marcy had started physical therapy in order for her to gain some of the strength she had lost during her long coma. "Now Marcy, I just want you to place all your strength into me. Do not let me force your leg down." Marcy pressed her foot against the physical therapist's hand but it was like she wasn't pushing at all. Her foot was pushed back so far that Marcy could have kissed her kneecap. "I can't do it." "Can't or won't?" asked the therapist. "My legs are not strong enough." "Your legs may be weak but you can still choose to be strong. Now do it." Marcy again tried as hard as she could and with much surprise she was able to push the therapist's hand back. "That was great." "It feels great too! Ok, when do I start walking?" The Therapist laughed, "Well let's get this down first." Marcy was headed to her room when she thought she had seen Jesse in the foyer. "Jesse-.." she whispered. "Ma'am?" said the nurse pushing her wheel chair. "Oh nothing,-- it was nothing." Marcy muttered, sadly looking down at her feet.
Marcy was placed back in her bed and covered up before her meal of fish sticks, mashed potatoes and green Jell-O was handed to her. "Mom?" Yes sweetie." Marcy's mother said looking up from her newspaper. "When do you think they will let me go home?" "I'm sure you can go home once you can walk." "Yeah, guess so." "Do you think that Jesse will still come see me at home?" "Marcy---. " Her mother started to say. "I know, but do you?" Marcy's mother looked into her daughters eyes and saw that the only hope she had was the hope she held for Jesse's love. She smiled, "I think if he comes here for you, then he will come to the house for you." "Thanks mom." Marcy said, playing with on of her fish sticks. The night had finally shown through the blinds of the room, when Marcy's mother took a magazine from the top of Marcy's chest and placed it on the nightstand beside her bed. "Good night." she said, kissing her forehead. She stood there a few minutes watching her daughter sleep before she left the room.
"Good Morning, sunshine." said a nurse while entering the room. "Sorry we had to change your room on you, hope this one suites you though." Marcy opened her eyes and watched as the nurse took some medication from her cart and walked toward her. "What is that?" "Why it's your medication." "For what?" Marcy asked. "Oh you silly girl. Why do we have to go through this everyday?" Marcy looked confused and then turned to look at the room she had been put in. It contained several music notes on the wall and even some padding that Marcy thought was silly to hang on the wall. "Why would you hang pillows on the wall?" "Pillows?" "Yes those." Marcy said, pointing the cushions on the wall. "I don't see anything sweetie." Marcy looked at her in shock, "Its right there." "Maybe you should rest." "What about my physical therapy?" "Not today. The doctor would prefer that you rest instead." "I don't want to rest. I want to walk so that I can get out of here." "Oh honey, even if you walk you can't leave. Here take your medication." "I am not taking that. My mother said they would let me leave if I could walk." "What did she do, tell you that in another one of your silly dreams?" "My dreams are not silly." "Marcy, you must realize who you really are before you can ever leave this place." "I know who I am. I am Marcy Jenkins! I was a soap opera star until I wrecked my car over an embankment and the doctors found out I had a tumor in my brain. I died on the operating table and I came back! I am here, I want to go home!" "Sounds like one of those silly soap opera's. But, if that's what you want to believe you go right ahead but you can't leave. In fact, you'll never leave. Since you don't want to take your medication then I will give it to you through your I.V." the nurse said, taking a syringe from her pocket and injecting it into Marcy's bag. The nurse walked from the room and locked the door behind her. "I don't understand what is going on." Marcy mumbled. She laid her head back down, hoping the next time she opened her eyes she would see her mother again.
"Hehehehe." she heard coming from the corner of the room. "Looks at her's. Ain't she a purty thing?" Marcy opened her eyes and tried to sit up in the bed but soon found out her arms were restrained. "Who's there?" "It is me. Who is you?" "Marcy." "Oh, you is the girl they keeps talking about. The girl who makes her mistakes." "What are you talking about?" "Hehehehe." "Who are you?" "I am me and you's in trouble. Them going to find you." "Who? Who is going to find me?" "Them...-- Thems are mean. Hehehehehe." The voice was then gone and Marcy no longer heard the laughter coming from the corner of the room. "It's just a nightmare, I'll wake up soon." "Oh, I am not too sure about that." said a voice coming from the doorway of her room.
To be continued....
Copyright 2008 Laura |
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