A Chistmas Miracle
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 4
Pain exploded through my central core and shot down the length of my left thigh. Hot, searing and torturous. This was followed by a searing burst of panic that radiated outward from my heart.
“Open your eyes, Nick. You can do it,” whispered a voice.
My mind screamed the command, but my lids merely fluttered in response. My frustration mounted.
A flash of light swept through the darkness.
Fear and confusion gripped me.
“Nick, can you hear me? I know you can do it. Wake up. Wake up.”
I fought with all my might against the stubborn weight of my eyelids. Then, at last, they lifted, and I saw a hand in front of my face. It held a penlight. The light was sweeping back and forth. Everything was blurry.
“That’s it,” the voice approved with encouragement. “You can do it.”
It was a woman’s voice.
Wendy...?
No. That wasn’t possible.
The penlight clicked off and the room became bathed in semi-darkness again as I watched that mysterious hand slip the little black device into the breast pocket of a white lab coat.
“I’m right here, Nick,” Wendy Reynolds said. “Welcome back.”
I struggled to focus on a pair of achingly familiar green eyes blinking down at me. Was I still dreaming? Or was this death?
Every instinct in my body told me it was Wendy Reynolds, J.J.’s big sister. However, the world was still a blur and I couldn’t let myself believe it. This had to be a lingering imprint from all those memories that had flashed through my mind.
“Wendy?” I whispered, still unable to believe she was truly standing over me.
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