I want to thank you all that have taken the time to follow along with the story, The Intervention. I want you to know that it means a lot to me that you would take the time to read and care about this work. I wrote this story many many years ago and it was my first and to date only “finished” work. Perhaps I will start another story and reveal it/publish it here on this blog in a similar format. If this is something that you would be interested in, please let me know.
To make it easy for future readers to check out my story in it’s entirety, I am going to link to each chapter in order below. Thank you again everyone for supporting me through this weird journey of putting my own words out there for all of you to read, critique and hopefully enjoy.
I hope that if you are just finding this blog, you will take the time to check out the story chapter by chapter. It has been a scary and fun journey to reveal this personal work on this blog. For some reason, this work of fiction was more intimidating to publish here than all the times I have told about my personal life. I’m sure some psychologist would have a blast with an explanation for that weird part of me.
Thank you again my friends.
Lots of love,
As Britney watched Anthony worry about her, she couldn’t believe this was happening. He looked so small as he returned to his seat. She had watched the encounter with the nurse from where she had been sitting, yet somehow she had heard the entire conversation as if she had been standing beside him the whole time. This had to be a dream. This was not humanly possible. She put her hand on his arm. She wanted him to know that she was there. Perhaps the touch of him could wake her from this dream.
“Anthony I am here, I am here with you.” She whispered in his ear. Anthony shivered, and she wondered if he had heard her. His face was wrapped with fear. How could she make him understand? And most importantly how could she wake up from this nightmare? She got up from beside him and floated over to the nurse at the admitting desk. She thought, that poor woman, what a job to have to deal with all of these grief-stricken people all day. She had to be a pretty tough lady. She floated behind the desk next to where the nurse was sitting and looked at the computer screen in front of her. It was a blank screen. Britney couldn’t see anything on it. Britney saw pictures of children and a wedding photo beside the screen. What a great life, to have all of that love surrounding you. This would be how the nurse handled all the stress and sadness keeping her memories of her happy family close to her, because with the kind of love in those pictures you could surely get through anything.
Britney floated back into the main emergency room leaving Anthony to sit in the chair and the nurse to her duties. She floated back through the curtain that held the room, where was on a gurney and all of those noisy machines were working hard. The doctors and nurses were still working on her. It was as if time had almost stood still while she had been away. It did not appear they were making progress as the machines had not slowed and the doctors and nurses appeared almost panicked. The thought of watching this for much longer was not appearing. She decided to take advantage of her dream and see how far her floating ability would take her. She wanted that chance to be a fly on a wall, she had to try.
She opens her eyes and tried to look around and quickly realized that she was actually looking down. She was watching herself below with the doctors. There were machines buzzing and beeping. Nurses were scurrying about. What had happened to her? She couldn’t remember how she had gotten here. She tried to yell to tell them she was there. She tried to tell them that she was ok. But was she? Was she dead? Was it possible? She had started the day as any other, and now she was lying in a hospital bed or rather, floating over it. She turned from herself. She couldn’t watch the doctors work. She couldn’t stand to see if they succeeded in their mission to save her body. She floated out of the room where her body lie on the gurney. She was in the main emergency room entrance and she saw nurses running and pushing wheelchairs. She saw many people that were sick or injured. She had always hated hospitals and watching this gave her a bad feeling in her chest. She decided that she needed to keep floating. Maybe this is a dream, she thought to herself. She floated out of the emergency room into the waiting room. She had floated through the automatic doors rather than them opening for her. No one could see her or hear her. She buzzed the heads of a couple of nurses passing by and they never looked up or even acknowledged the feeling. Britney wanted to continue toying with the nurses but thought better of it. They had important work to do. The thought of this being a dream kept Britney moving forward to the waiting room. She circled the room and then she saw him. Anthony was sitting there all alone. He looked so scared. He had tears in his beautiful blue eyes. She couldn’t remember ever having seen him cry. Now here he was, crying. He was crying for her. She came down from high above and sat herself in the chair beside him. He seemed so fragile sitting there with tears running down his face. Britney hoped she wasn’t dead. She hoped the doctors did what they had to do so that she could wipe those tears away. She didn’t know if they should be together but she didn’t want him hurting.
He couldn’t cry, not now. He didn’t even know what was going on with her. He wiped at his tears and cleared his throat. He suddenly got a cold chill. It was almost a breeze. He was in the middle of the waiting room but he glanced to the doors to see whom had come through them, but the door had not been opened and was not closing either.
“That was weird,” he said aloud to himself. He talked to himself a lot. She hated it. She hated that he would express a general thought with no audience intended. She would say that he could carry on a conversation with a brick wall, and she promised not to be too concerned until the wall answered back. He laughed to himself as he thought of her standing in the kitchen chiding him for talking to himself like a child with an imaginary friend. Then the twinge of guilt again, how could he sit here and laugh? He didn’t want to think nice memories of her as if she wasn’t here anymore. He needed to know what was going on. He couldn’t stand one more minute of not knowing. He walked back up to the desk. The look on the nurse’s face was not one of welcome. He made his approach all the same and never broke stride.
“Sir, I told you that I would send someone out as soon as possible. Let them spend the time needed with your girlfriend.” The nurse advised before he even asked the question. “I am all she has, and she is all I have. I just need to know that she’s going to be ok.” he found his temper flaring as he tried to make this nurse understand how important he was to her life and she was to his. Although he was not sure of how important he still was to her, but in this moment she was all that mattered to him.
“I understand that you are concerned. The doctor has said that he will come and talk with you as soon as he can. Please have a seat and wait for him.”
“I can’t sit anymore. Please can’t someone just tell me what’s going on? I need something. I can’t just keep waiting.”
“It shouldn’t be much longer. Please have a seat.”
The nurse was beginning to get to the end of her rope with him. He decided to go ahead and sit back down before she called security or something. He was a larger man and knew that when he was angry he could appear intimidating. He didn’t want the nurse to worry and get him kicked out.
“Where is she? Where is Britney?”
“Sir, please, I need you to calm down. Please spell her last name for me again.”
“Are you kidding me? I have already spelled it for you three times. It is Henson H-E-N-S-O-N. And my name is Anthony Jones J-O-N-E-S. I have the paperwork right here that give you permission to speak with me. She just came in from a car accident.”
“Yes I see here. Sir, she is currently with the doctors and I do not have an update for you. I will let them know that you are here and they will come and get you when they are ready for you.”
“I want to see her. I want to know that she is ok. I want to know what is going on.”
“I will ask someone to come out and speak with you just as soon as I can. Right now they are helping her. Please have a seat.”
Anthony walked away from the counter. He didn’t understand why no one would tell him what was going on. His was the last number dialed in her cell phone and was saved as her ‘in case of emergency’ number and they had called him to check about next of kin. The thoughts had instantly started running through his head. Why did they need next of kin? What exactly had happened to her? She had been fine this morning. She was not exactly speaking to him, but that wasn’t anything unusual. They had been fighting a lot lately, and they had been talking about needing space. But he didn’t mean it. At least he didn’t think he did. Not knowing if she was ok and not knowing if he was going to see her again had him more scared than he had ever been in his whole life. After he got the call about the accident he had grabbed their medical paperwork, neither of them had family close and they had appointed each other for medical decisions long ago.
He sat in a chair in the waiting room. He was surrounded by kids coughing and adults who looked drugged. He hated the hospital. He had not been in a hospital in years and had wanted to keep it that way. A sudden twinge of guilt crept over him as he thought that he had almost not answered the call on his cell phone when he saw the number. He thought it was her. He thought she was calling to continue their fight from earlier that morning and he just couldn’t fight anymore. He just wanted to be done. He wanted them to be able to love as they had loved in the beginning; back when she had needed him, and most importantly had wanted him. Now he didn’t know where he fit into her life. She had her friends, her work, and her dreams for the future that didn’t seem to include him when she talked about them. So where did he fit and did he even fit at all? He looked at the double doors behind the counter where he just stood and worried about what was happening and if he would see her face again. Maybe one more fight wouldn’t be so bad.
Who was he kidding? If she was ok, he wouldn’t ever fight with her again. He would just let her have the future she wanted and try to support her in any way he could. She was the love of his life.
So I’m starting something new and you guys will have to let me know if you like it. I will be posting “chapters” if you will, of stories I have written. This is fiction material and all original personal work by me. I hope you enjoy it. Here’s the first story:
The Intervention: Chapter 1
Is it possible to love someone too much? Is it possible to have your heart ripped out repeatedly and still truly be able to use it? These are the questions that plagued Britney as she drove to work that morning. She had just had another fight with her boyfriend Anthony and she couldn’t understand why she was still with him. She couldn’t imagine a life without him, but she also couldn’t imagine a future with him. They had only been together for two years, yet the struggles and arguments they had been through made it feel like fifty. There was always something that tried to tear them apart, or caused them to doubt one another. She knew that she loved him and that she ached when he wasn’t with her, but she didn’t know how to love him and not lose herself.
He had been there for her when her mother had passed away suddenly. It was the event that had brought them closer and lead to a romantic relationship. They had been friends for a couple of years before, and when she got the phone call about her mother, he was the only one that she could think of that would understand and let her cry. He had stood by her, helped her with all of the arrangements, and didn’t leave her side unless she asked him to. But somehow that perfect person that had been so caring and strong for her, had turned into this man that she felt like she didn’t even know. They didn’t live together, but for the better part of the last six months they had not spent a night apart. Maybe that was the problem; maybe they both needed space. Maybe it was time to figure out what the cards really held for them, together and otherwise. Her favorite song came on the radio and she turned up the volume. She could definitely use a little Ice Ice Baby this morning. She was singing along and dancing in her car when the light turned red. Britney didn’t see the light change and kept going through the light. A blue pick-up came through the light at full force and slammed into her car. Everything suddenly went black.
To find out what happens next to Britney you will have to tune in next week. Thanks for checking it out guys. And please let me know what you think in the comments.