Thanks go out to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan. Between their editing and their comments, they make my story a much better read. I don't give them near the praise and credit they deserve.
My old girlfriend loaned me a television series to watch. It was titled 'The Dead Zone'. A little background on the series: It's about a young teacher who has just gotten his longtime girlfriend pregnant. They are to be wed soon. He leaves her place to go rent a movie for them to watch. He is in a terrible auto accident and is in a coma for six years. He wakes up with no recollection of the last six years while in a coma. His fiancée got married a few years ago after finding out he would probably never recover. She married the sheriff and he adopted her son as his own. His old girlfriend wants to stay close friends with him and for him to meet her husband and of course the child he has never seen who is now six years old.
The man comes out of the coma not realizing what all has happened. He does now have special powers. When he touches someone or something he can see the past or the future of that person. For inanimate objects, he can only see the past. Of course this is a television series; real life is different.
The reason my old girlfriend loaned me this series to watch is because I just came out of a coma after four years. I also had a pregnant girlfriend before my auto accident. The big difference is, I have no special powers. I'm just a fellow who lost everything including his girlfriend, child, and the last four years of my life.
I'm Jeffery and I was a comatose patient for the last four years. I had everything going for me. I came from a good home with loving parents, a cheerleader girlfriend who had a body to beat hell. I was in my senior year at college, studying computer programming. I had a four year free ride due to my athletic ability.
Kelly, my girlfriend came to see me at college. I was to ride back with her during spring break. She had just gotten through telling me that she was three months pregnant and I would be a daddy about the time I graduated from college. We were going home and tell our parents that we would be getting married that summer. I packed up my stuff in Kelly's car and off we went. About an hour later I saw bright lights. They were from an oncoming truck.
I was lying on a bed and just barely opened my eyes. Where was I? What was I doing here? Where is Kelly? I glanced to my left and saw the back of a nurse standing there kind of humming a song. I reached out and touched her side. She screamed out, "Ahhhhh", turned around and looked at me. She put her hand to her mouth and then yelled out, "Doctor, Doctor Shellding, come quickly. He's awake! Jeff is awake."
A man came into the room whom I believed to be the doctor. He had on his white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. "My God, he is alive," he spoke.
"Doctor, where am I? What am I doing here? Where's Kelly? God, Doctor, what has happened to me?" I asked.
"Easy now, Jeff. All your questions will be answered in time. You were in a terrible auto accident and have been comatose for four years. We need to do a little bit of physical work and run some tests right now. Just take it easy for a little bit so we can get some good readings."
"Kelly? Where's Kelly, my girlfriend? She was driving when I saw bright lights."
"Again, Jeff, we will answer your questions. I know you must have a thousand of them. First we need to get your body regulated."
"What about Kelly? Is she alright?"
"Jeff, the accident happened four years ago. I would have to go check the records to see what all happened. I do believe that Kelly was alright. Rachel, do you remember her at all?" asked the doctor.
Rachel was the nurse that I had scared half to death. "She had some injuries but she survived the crash. She is alive and well," said the nurse.
"She was pregnant with our child. Did she have the baby?" I asked.
"Listen, Jeff, right now you have to worry about Jeff. You need to get back some of that energy. Right now you can hardly feed yourself or walk. You will have plenty of time to find the answers to your questions. We will call your parents and let them know you're awake. Rachel will help you clean up and feed you some soft food. I'll be back in to talk to you later. We will have many tests to run and you will be seeing our psychiatrist. It's a miracle that you are alive and awake. Now, please help us help you. I'm going to give you a sedative to help you relax." With that said the doctor gave me a shot and left the room.
Rachel smiled at me. She was a nice looking young girl, not the gorgeous type but more like the girl next door. Somewhat plain but a nice aura surrounded her.
"Jeff, I need to give you a sponge bath. Please don't get embarrassed, I've bathed you hundreds of times in the past few years. There is nothing I haven't seen," Rachel said as she grabbed her wet sponge and started with my face.
I have to tell you that, when you have no idea why you're lying there and a young woman is washing you, it is embarrassing. The doctor did give me a shot and I was fast asleep before Rachel was finished.
I don't know how much time had passed when I woke up. Rachel was there with a young man named Toby. Rachel explained he was a physical therapist and would be working with me to help get my muscles working again. Between the two of them they helped me sit up a little. They removed that piss bag and told me I could use a bed pan till I was able to make it to the bathroom. At least it felt better then having that tube up my penis.
My parents were out in the waiting room to see me and Rachel said she wanted me to look my best. I was beginning to like her. She was just nice and friendly.
My parents came into the room all emotional. They hugged and kissed me and were talking a mile a minute. I was still a little drowsy and had a little trouble keeping up with them. They were telling me how sorry they were and how they had to pull the plug. The doctors told them I wasn't going to make it.
I had no idea what they were talking about. In my mind I had just seen them last weekend. I had no memory of the last four years. They did look older though, I must admit. I was just glad to see them. I couldn't tell them I missed them because as I said, I had seen them last week in my mind. I thought how weird this was going to be. Everyone I know is four years older. My brother, sister, and even Kelly.
"Mom, I have no recollection of what happened. It is just like I woke up from an overnight sleep. Can you tell me what you know? I want to know about Kelly and the baby. Are they both okay? Am I a daddy?"
"Oh, Jeffery, I feel so sorry for you. I'll tell you what we were told by the Sheriff's department. Kelly's car collided with a semi truck. Both of you had your seatbelts on but the vehicle rolled over a number of times. You were transferred to the hospital with broken legs and multiple injuries. You were unconscious when you arrived at the hospital. You had head injuries and they didn't know if you would make it." Mom started to cry so my dad continued.
"Son, after a while your body healed but you were comatose so they sent you to this hospital. We had you on life support until about a month ago. The doctors talked with us and said you would probably be a comatose patient the rest of your life so we felt you wouldn't want to live like that the rest of your life, so we had them pull the support system. Of course we told them to leave the feeding tubes in. Now you're back with us. You'll need a lot of therapy but the doctors told us you will make it. Other than that, we'll take it a day at a time."
"Dad, what about Kelly and the baby?"
"We don't see much of Kelly anymore. She had internal injuries from the crash. She lost the baby but she recovered totally. She got married last year," replied dad.
I had tears in my eyes. It seemed like just yesterday that I was kissing and rubbing Kelly's breasts. I remember us being so happy that we were going to be parents. It felt like just yesterday that we made all these plans.
Mom spoke, "Jeff, everything will work out. It's just going to take time. We love you and are here for you, and life goes on."
My parents left and Toby came back into the room.
"Hey, Jeff, time to get started with the therapy. We are going to build your arms and then your legs. Good thing you played sports. You should recover much faster. We will start with simple exercises for your arms and then we'll work on your legs. I'm going to tell you right now that it's rough and going to hurt like hell. You haven't moved those legs for four years."
"Toby, can you tell me whatever you know about my situation. I'm trying to find out all I can. I have four years of learning to catch up on."
"Sure, I'll help you all I can. I started here about two years ago and the place hasn't changed much since then. Rachel has been with you since day one. Right now I want you to start lifting those arms and hold them out for five seconds and then put them down. Keep repeating that exercise till you have to force yourself to do it," Toby said.
While I was doing this exercise, Toby told me about himself. He played football around the same time I did but at a different school. He broke his leg and it ended, what he had hoped would be, a football career. He continued in school taking sports therapy and decided maybe he could someday do it for some type of professional or semi-pro team. I might mention that Toby was a black guy but that really isn't important. I had a lot of black friends since I played sports. The main thing about Toby was he was an all around nice guy.
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