Thursday Story-Telling The Intervention Chapter 10 (The Final Chapter)

Anthony walked into the room and sat beside her. She was so still, and she didn’t look like herself. Her body was lifeless as if her soul were not inside. No! He would not let himself think that way. She was just sleeping and everything was going to be fine. He would have her beside him forever. He had decided moments before in the waiting room that they would be married and have babies. They would grow old and grey together. He held her hand and watched her. How could he have ever thought that he could be without her? He knew that he had made mistakes, and today had shown him that he couldn’t risk losing her again. He would never go through this feeling again because in his heart he knew that this feeling he had would have been the same feeling if she had walked out of the door, left him, and moved on with her with life a part from him. He was dying inside not being able to hear her voice and see that beautiful smile that only she had.

Britney opened her eyes and saw him. She watched Anthony watching her, and she was scared. There were tubes and machines and she didn’t look like she was in very good shape. Watching him sit with her and the tears that were coming down his face, she couldn’t handle it anymore. She had to put him out of his misery and let him know that she was OK. She would find a way to do it. She put her hand to his shoulder, and he didn’t move. She knew that hadn’t felt her this time. He was too involved in his pain and worry for her that he couldn’t feel anything else. She kissed him on the top of his head and she moved towards her body. She had to get back inside. This was not a dream, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to do it but she had to get back in her body. She sat on the bed next to herself and lay down; her soul reentered her body like a soft cloud disappearing within itself.

As the tears continued to flow down Anthony’s cheeks, he couldn’t help but remember the early morning and the stupid fight that had led to yelling and tears. He couldn’t remember what the fight had been about; it couldn’t have been anything important. He would never make her cry again, and he would never shed tears about something stupid again. He held her hand as tightly as he could and just cried. He was going to help her no matter what happened when she woke up, because she would wake up. He held her hand, and suddenly felt as if she squeezed back. Was it possible? Was she waking up? He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at her. She looked different then just a few moments ago. Her soul was there again. Anthony saw her color improve. Was she going to return to him? He spoke her name, “Britney, I am here. It is going to be ok.”

He watched her waiting for a response. Her eyes began to flutter open. She smiled at him and he began to cry again.

“Don’t cry.” She whispered.

“Oh Britney, I love you so much. You can never do this again.”
“Anthony, I love you too.” She smiled at him again and knew that everything was going to be OK. She had a man that loved her more than anything in this world, and she loved him, too. Of all the places she could have floated to, the only place she wanted to be was with him. She was ready for a future with him. She held his hand and felt him squeeze. She was suddenly very tired.

“Doctor,” Anthony was calling for the doctor. “She is awake. Hurry, she is awake.”
The nurses and doctors came rushing into the room to check the monitors and all of her functions.

“Wait,” She whispered. “Anthony, don’t leave me.” She was crying.

“Baby, I will never leave you.” He smiled knowing that she was going to be OK.

He hated that it had taken this event to make him realize the strength of their love but he would make sure that they never lost it again. As Britney relaxed, she became so tired. But she heard something very lightly. “Britney, just remember I am always here, and Anthony is really the one to stand beside you, he will take care of you when I can’t and hold your hand when you can’t feel mine. I love you darling. Rest and make sure that you never forget the power of your heart and the strength of your love for the man that sits beside you.”

“Thanks Mom for the intervention. I needed it.” Britney whispered as she let herself fall back asleep this time she would stay in her body and she would allow her body and her heart to heal.

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Thursday Story-Telling The Intervention Chapter 9

Anthony looked up, it had already been two hours and no one had come out to see him. Kathy walked into the waiting room and found him immediately. “Anthony, how is she?”

“I don’t know. I am still waiting. I am so scared Kathy.”
“Don’t be. It is going to be ok.”

“I know. I am trying to tell myself that. I can’t lose her. I have to fix things. I will do anything. I will be the perfect boyfriend and if she will have me, the perfect husband. I will do everything to make her happy and just the way she wants it. I can’t lose her.”

“Now don’t go making promises that you can’t keep. You love her and that is what matters. Every couple has their problems. It is just a matter of loving each other through it. You can do that. I saw you at the lake house, and you can do it.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kathy. I really do appreciate it.”
“Anytime. You know I am here for you both.”

Just then a doctor came out of the ER doors. He walked straight to Anthony.

“Mr. Jones, we need to talk to you about Ms. Henson.” Anthony gulped. He wasn’t prepared for this conversation.

Kathy reached over, grabbed his hand and squeezed. He looked down and she mouthed to him. ‘It is going to be OK.’

He smiled at her. Knowing that she had the best intention of making him feel better, but until he knew exactly what was going on with Britney, his stomach would be somersaulting and his heart would be racing a million miles a minute. The doctor waited patiently with a look of sympathy on his face. The look concerned Anthony as he squeezed Kathy’s hand back.

“Yes Doctor.”
“Mr. Jones, Ms. Henson’s condition is teetering at the moment. The accident was very severe. She was hit by a truck going 40 miles per hour. She was hit on the passenger side, which did help with some of the impact, but she is still in a coma. We can’t get her to wake up. She is stable and her vitals look good. The brain activity is our main concern at this point. She had some internal bleeding, broken bones and ribs. One of the broken ribs caused a puncture to her lung. This is why it has been so long; we had to rush her to surgery. She has come out of surgery but she still isn’t waking up. All of her functions are working. She is breathing with some help of a machine, and her heart is beating on its own. However, she is not as responsive as she should be at this point. We will have to wait and see what happens. Only time is going to tell if she will wake up, and when she wakes up, we will have to do some tests regarding her capabilities for recovery.”

“So you are telling she could be brain damaged?”

“Well the part of the brain that has been affected is the part that holds our talking, walking, and cognitive thinking. Her brain is keeping her heart beating and reminding her to breathe, but we will not know the extent of the damage until she wakes up. But I would like you to be prepared for what you may see. She can have visitors, and it is good to talk to her and hold her hand. She will know that you are there. It could be the best thing to speed along her recovery and hopefully wake her up.”

“Thank you Doctor. I would like to see her now, if that is OK.”

“Of course. I will have a nurse bring you back.”

Britney was ready to go back to him. Why wasn’t she there yet? She just had to close her eyes and think of him; that is what she had to done to get to the office. She couldn’t stand not being close to him. She was starting to get very cold. She was getting tired. She began to feel her muscles and bones ache. Would she be able to get back to him? Was she going to die? She closed her eyes and she thought about him as hard as she could. She felt someone squeeze her hand. “Thanks Mom. I know you are here.” She smiled and continued to think of him. If she could just get back to her body and to him, she knew that everything would be OK.

 

Thursday Story-Telling The Intervention Chapter 8

Britney was still sitting at her boss’ desk when the room suddenly became darker and began to fill with smoke. She couldn’t see anything. She was very afraid and started to wonder if this was it. Was she finally dying? Had she been floating long enough?

“Britney” she heard someone whisper her name. Who was calling her?

“Britney!”

She suddenly recognized the voice. It was her mother. “Mom! Where are you? I can’t see you.”
“I am here Brit. I need you to just listen, OK?”

“OK” her voice was shaking and she knew that she must be dead. Her mother was hear to take her with her.

“Brit you are hearing me, because you are finally able to listen now. I have been trying to reach you for quite sometime, young lady. You have been headed down a bad path. I know that you have been having problems with Anthony, and you don’t feel like you can go forward and you certainly can’t go backwards. It was time for me to step in. I didn’t want it to be this way, but your head is too full with the fighting, worrying about work, and other things that aren’t important that you couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want to have to get your attention this way but it was necessary.”

“The car accident? That was you? Mom, you wouldn’t put my life in danger.”

“No honey, the car accident was not me. That was you not paying attention; the coma was my doing. I can not let you wake up until I have told you what you need to know.”

“I am not dead?”

“No, it is not your time. You have a lot of work left to do. Part of that work has to be done with a very special person by your side.”

“Who? Who is going to be by my side?”

“Anthony.”

“What? Mom we fight all the time. I love him but I don’t think that we are going to stay together. I can’t continue this way and I know that he can’t either.”

“Well honey he can’t, but you have to fix it. You two are going to have children that are meant to do great things in this world. It is very important that you fix this. You love him and you can get through this.”

“But we drive each other crazy. I wouldn’t want to bring children into that. How could they possibly end up great? They would end up more messed up then me and Anthony individually.”

“We all have our struggles and we all have our special qualities that make us unique. No one is perfect and we have to love each other for our hearts not for our annoying habits. You have to remember it is OK to not like everything about each other. You just have to remember that you love each other. You are not messed up either, but apart you would be.”

“I do love him. I do want to fix things. Can you tell me what happened? Can you tell me where it went wrong? What can I do to make it better?”

“I can’t give you all the answers. I have already told you more than I should have. But I can tell you this, the next time you get mad at him or one of his little habits makes you want to yell at him, just remember how you feel at this exact moment knowing that you can’t hold him and let him know how much you love him. Remember what it is like knowing that you can’t have his arms around you and know that you are going to be safe. Is that something you could truly live without?”

“No, I don’t think that I could. I couldn’t stand to be away from him for another minute. I want to be with him, I want to be with him right now actually.” Tears started to fall down Britney’s face. She could feel them. She had to be waking up. She had to be.

“Britney, you won’t always hear me and you won’t be able to see me, but I love you and I will always be with you in your hear. If you are really quiet, you will hear me. I will help you through this. Make sure that you pray a lot and keep Anthony close and remember that a career that brings personal accomplishment will never equal the feeling in your heart that comes from your family and those that love you, regardless of your title at work.”

“I will Mom. I will. I love you so much. Can’t I see you before you? Can’t I have a hug? Just one last time.”

“I am sorry Brit. I can’t. I am not able, but believe me, honey I am here for you I promise.”

“But I am not ready for you to go. I need to know more. I need your help. Will he forgive me for everything?”

“When you wake up, you will know how to fix it. I am sure of it.”

The smoke began to clear and Britney was floating around the corridors of the office building. She went to her desk and sat in her chair. It was strange, she couldn’t really feel the chair as she had felt Kathy’s but she was sitting in it. She looked at the pictures on her desk. She saw pictures of her friends and their kids. She found almost too many pictures of Anthony and her, they were so happy in all of them. She knew that her mother had been right, and she was going to fix things with him. She was going to make it better as she looked at the pictures of them together on vacations and during holidays, she knew that she could fix it. She knew that whatever was supposed to come of them and their children, it would happen.

How many journeys can you take at once? 

How many? Well that question is similar to the question how many hats can you wear at once and I think the number is somewhere between 1 and infinite depending on the person. My current journeys are mother to an adult (this may be the hardest), fiancé/wedding planner (this may be the most fun at the moment), Krav Maga which combines my health and fitness/weight loss journey, and now I have added a bible study. Seamless by Angie Smith. A woman I am friends with on Facebook put out into the FB community that she wanted to start an online bible study. I was thinking a small group online a couple of women I already knew and trusted this would be a great way to reconnect with my faith. I haven’t lost faith but I haven’t felt as connected as I would like to. This particular bible study is meant to help one understand the bible as a complete story. I truly was so excited about this new journey. I felt like this was what I needed. I was so excited to connect with a few women not maybe one on one but a small enough group I would feel comfortable. In this digital age and age of super churches we have become use to connecting by the hundreds and thousands if we connect at all. And yes I realize I’m making this statement on my blog that I hope will reach many but I feel some things really do belong on a more intimate and personal level and I’ve always felt that while a very large church can be super successful and can have groups to make people feel welcome and get a positive message as well as a network of activities and events for a sense of community the bible studies and small groups do so much as well. Anyway, as I was saying this group originally I thought maybe 20-50 women. Well each day leading up to the start of the study as I was getting excited to order my book and even more excited to possibly get together with these women the numbers kept rising. There were 500, then 1000, then 3000, and as of the start of the study there are over 5000 women from all over the country heck for that matter, the world and from all different walks of life and age and circumstance. I realize there is a part of me that should be so excited for this group and this adventure. I’m trying to open myself up to this but I have to be honest, it feels like one more giant group I will get lost in and I might as well be doing the study alone. There was a sense of happiness for the leaders that they will be able reach so many but a sense of sadness that one of the main reasons I joined this group (for some positive female interaction) was just gone. My fiancé told me if it really disappointed me I shouldn’t do it. I should look for a different study or do something else. But I want to try and stick with this. I committed, I had already purchased the book and honestly the thought of the bible as a complete story appealed to me. So here I go adding yet another adventure/journey to my plate. Pray for me and if you can maybe cheer me on a little bit too. And if you are interested here is a link to info about the study: Seamless by Angie Smith

Love, 

Becky