At the end of my story 'Coma' there was a twist thrown in. I will begin the sequel from that point. If you haven't read 'Coma' you might want to read it first to better understand the story. A big 'Thank You' to Linda62953 for editing my stories.
I woke up and suddenly realized I had no idea where I was. I looked around the room and it looked like a hospital room. What was I doing here? Was I dreaming? I tried to sit up and fell back down due to being dizzy. I quickly found the nurses buzzer and pressed it at least a half dozen times. A nurse came running into my room, "You're awake! Oh my God!" she looked nervous as she grabbed her phone and called in the doctor before I could even say anything.
"Where am I? What's happened to me? How did I get here, I can't remember anything!" I screamed out.
"Just stay calm Mr. Wright, the doctor is on his way. He'll explain everything to you. You were in an accident," she seemed nervous, but I didn't know why.
"Where is Annie? Someone please find Annie!" I screamed out.
The doctor came in and I heard the nurse ask him why I was asking for Annie? How did I know Annie was my caregiver?
Was this real or was I dreaming or having a nightmare again? I had no idea what was going on. Was it all a premonition of what was to happen to me?
I looked up and there stood Annie, just like I had dreamed about. She was so beautiful and said, "Hi Justin, I heard you woke up and got here as fast as I could. Everything will be all right now."
I was lost for words. I remembered my dream like it had just happened. I didn't know what to say. If I mentioned my dream to the doctor or Annie, would it change the outcome? I fell in love with Annie in my dream and we ended up getting married. Would it change if I talked about it? Did everything in my dream really happen? What about Julie? Did she cheat on me or was that just part of my dream?
I decided it would probably be best not to tell much of my dream to anyone. I needed to find out if it was a premonition or just a dream.
Annie said she'd be back after the doctor examined me. He told me to calm down and said he'd answer my questions as soon as he ran a few tests. He squeezed my hands and asked me if I could feel it. He then pricked my feet and toes. I pulled back saying, "Ouch!" It made the doctor smile. I had to wonder if he was a sadist or something, smiling that he'd caused me pain.
It was still very similar to my dream. Damn! I wished I would have paid closer attention to everything I'd dreamed. I was hoping for a future with Annie and didn't want to mess things up.
"Mr. Wright, you were in a car accident and have been in a coma. I have a few questions to ask you. What do you think the date is today?"
I told him that I wasn't sure but I believed it was December 23 and asked why he was asking me this?"
"I'll explain it to you in a few minutes but I need to ask you a few more questions. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Now this was a problem. Should I tell him about my dream or what I remembered about my accident? The truth and my dream were getting mixed up in my mind.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I remember being in my office and I think I got in my car last night, but I can't remember why." I decided to ask him about my wife. "Where's my wife Julie? I think I remember her singing and she kissed me goodnight. Wait, that might have been a dream. Damn! I can't remember. Get my wife please; maybe she can help me out here."
The doctor said, "Mr. Wright, the date is March 29, 2014. You've been in a coma since Dec. 22, 2013. You were in a terrible motor vehicle accident and have been in a coma since you arrived."
So far it was somewhat like I remembered. Then he asked me about Annie. He said that the nurse had said I'd asked about Annie. Shit, I didn't want to tell him about the dream so I told him I believed I'd heard someone singing to me while I was in the coma and I heard the name Annie.
"Did you recognize Annie when she came in here?" asked the doctor.
"I'm not sure. I didn't get a good look at her. Who is she?" I asked, wondering if he would tell me she was my caregiver, just like I'd dreamed.
"She's a registered nurse. A nurse is assigned to coma patients to take care of their needs, whatever they need. Annie volunteered to be your caregiver."
I asked again about my wife, Julie and the doctor told me that Annie would talk to me about the accident and call whomever I wanted her to contact. He did tell me that she had been my caregiver ever since the day of the accident.
The doctor left and Annie came back in. She pretty much repeated what she'd told me in my dream. "Hi Justin, I came in the moment I heard you'd woke up."
I decided for now, to go along with what I remembered in my dream. "I know you! We went to the same college, didn't we? Your name is Annette. How come I can remember you, but not what I last did? Can you tell me what happened and contact my wife Julie and my parents?"
"I'll tell you all that I know. First of all, I contacted your parents already and they'll be here first thing in the morning. I called your wife and left her a message on her phone. I'll try to explain what I can to you, but we need to take it slow."
"What can you tell me about Julie? Does she come here regularly to see me?" I was pushing it a little; I needed to know what was real and what wasn't.
"Justin, I prefer not to talk to you about Julie, if you don't mind. Your parents can discuss it with you tomorrow."
"Why? Please, just tell me if she's been here to see me," I asked.
"She came in the afternoon, the day after your accident. She stayed maybe fifteen minutes, argued with your parents and then left. There was an older man she called 'Rob' who waited for her in the visitors lounge. She stopped by a few times the first couple of weeks. She argued about your care with the administrators. After that, she came in maybe once a month looked at you and left. I'm sorry, but I won't lie to you."
"Thank you for being honest with me. Is there any chance I can get something to drink? My mouth and throat are really dry."
She gave me a sip of water and a small glass of ice chips. Later she brought me a can of ginger ale. She told me to take small sips, so my stomach would get used to something being in it again. She explained that I would be on mostly soups and soft foods to start and would be starting some physical therapy that day to help rebuild my muscles.
The doctor came back in and ran a few more tests. He told me everything was looking good and that I was a very lucky man. I sure didn't feel that lucky, laying there in bed. He was interested in my memory and of what I thought were dreams. He said very few coma patients who woke up ever mentioned having or remembering their dreams.
"I don't know Doc, I remember hearing someone singing and reading to me. I assumed it was my wife but it could have been Annie. I have this song in my head that I heard repeatedly. Right now, I can't even remember what it was. Does Annie sing?" I asked. "I know Julie never sang that I know of."
The doctor said, "As a matter of fact, Annie has a great voice and is always singing. I don't know how, but maybe you did hear her."
The doctor left and I must have dozed off when I heard a male voice. It was Tony, I remembered him from my dream. I wanted to see if he followed my premonition.
"Hey there Justin, nice to see you're awake. I'm Tony and I'll help you get those muscles back in shape. For today, you'll be taking it pretty easy. I'm hanging a bar above your head and all you have to do is reach up and hold on to it. Hopefully, you'll be able to pull yourself up into a sitting position. Take your time and pretend you're doing pull ups. Don't overdo it."
Needless to say, I overdid it and my arms ached. Annie came in with a lotion for aches and pains and rubbed it on my arms. She helped me sit up and I was able to eat some soup. I have to admit my arms hurt but I had to play a little macho in front of Annie. I knew she'd seen right through my charade when she shook her head.
I wanted so bad to tell her about my dream, but I knew I had to wait and find out about Julie. She did ask me what made me say her name to the nurse when I woke up and I told her that I did have a dream during my coma and I don't know why but she was in it. It made her smile.
The next morning Tony was back with a wheelchair and told me Annie had said I overdid it yesterday, just like in my dream. Next, he was supposed to tell me about our plans today and that's what he did.
"Well, we're going to get you to stand today," he said to me. "Hopefully you can help hold yourself up. That's why I wanted you to exercise your arms yesterday." He helped me into the wheelchair and we went down to the therapy room.
He helped me stand up and I wrapped my arms around the two bars. Wow, it hurt like hell trying to hold myself up. It hurt even more than it did in my dream. After about a minute, I had to sit back down. Tony would let me rest for a couple of minutes and then I would have to stand again. This went on for about a good hour. It was becoming easier and I even smiled. As I exercised, Tony and I talked.
"How well do you know Annie?" I asked.
"She's been here about two years. She has to be the nicest woman alive. Everyone loves her," Tony replied.
He told me they never dated even though he'd asked her out. It was odd asking him questions that I already knew the answers to. He did say that they'd went out in a group before to a lounge and that Annie could really sing.
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