Chapter 16~Tangled up in Blue~
It was one of the last dress rehearsals before the show tomorrow night. We were finishing up the final dance number that ended the performance. Levi, one of Joseph's brothers in the show started to drift closer to me than he was suppose to be. I ignored him hoping he would eventually right himself. I did a couple of turns to the right and 'WHAM.'
"My ARM!!"
I looked to see Levi....well actually Rae laying in the orchestra pit cradling his arm. I looked over to see Carrey running my way, he glanced down at Rae.
"That can't be good."
Before I knew it me, Carrey, and Rae were speeding in Carrey's car towards Saint Jude's Hospital.
"I'm sorry Rae, it's all my fault."
"Don't sweat if Faye, I was way off my mark."
"Do you think your arm is broken?"
"I doubt it, I'm sure I'll be up and running fine by tomorrow evening"
"You better be buddy!"
"Thanks for all the support Carrey, glad to see you care."
"That's what I'm here for."
We entered the emergency room, it was filled with people. There had been an 8 car
accident on the Vega turnpike. We spoke to the secretary who decided it would be best for the three of us to wait in one of the adult wards. An intern named Sandy led the three of us up to the east adult wing of the hospital. I watched Carrey peer into each room as we went by. He would lean over and fathom guesses as to why each person was in the hospital.
"Not a very exciting ward eh Sandy?"
"No, there are a lot of comma victims on this floor. Many have been out for months."
"Wow that's gotta be hard on the family."
"You have no idea sir"
We kept walking down the hall. I slowed down and fell back from the other three. I walked by the room, it was like a hall of the dead. No movement, I passed another room where a few family members were speaking with their brother or son or grandson or husband. They were in tears, comforting each other. I tore myself away from the scene, not wanting to see anymore. I continued walking until I hit the next room, I glanced in and kept walking. Then I stopped, turned around and went back to the room. I stood in the door frame, not believing what I saw. My knees started to get weaken and tears were streaming from my eyes. I was shaking uncontrollably. I barely heard Sandy approach me.
"Miss, are you alright?"
She stood there looking at me and then looked into the room.
".....Spike"
"Do you know him?"
"....I.....I....I love him"
"Wait.....are you her?"
She walked over to his bed and picked up his chart. I shakily followed her in. She unclipped a small scrap of paper. She looked at the name scrawled on the front.
"Are you Faye?"
I nodded and she handed me the scrap of paper. It was folded with 'Faye' written on the front in a man's handwriting.
"We found it in his coat pocket."
I unfolded the dirty paper to reveal a brief note written quickly in Spike's scrawling writing. I looked up at Sandy with my tear stained eyes and read the note aloud.
"Dear Faye, I hope this makes it way to you but I can't really worry about that now. I love you Faye. And if I never make it back to you, I will leave loving you, loving you more than I ever have. I wish we had more time, I wish I hadn't been so stupid. All the time we should have spent together being happy, were filled with hate and lies. Things aren't going well for me Faye, I shouldn't have left you in the first place. But I had to close up my past so I could be happy with you. It was selfish I know, but I had to do it, I hope you understand. No matter what happens to me I will try to live for you. I promised I wouldn't die and I don't like breaking promises, but you know that already. Have blueberry pancakes ready for me when return Faye. I love you, Spike."
I looked down at the note, I was crying more then I ever have. Sandy came and gave me a hug.
"How long has he been here?"
"About 2 weeks"
I sobbed harder, 2 weeks here alone.
"Was there a woman with him?"
She flipped through the chart.
"Spike Spegiel of Mars, found at St. Charles cathedral. Found alone at the scene with 2 bullet wounds in the left leg. Also cuts on his stomach, legs, arms, face and hands."
She skimmed the rest of the chart.
"It doesn't look like it."
I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge near his shoulder. Before I knew it he was starting to thrash violently.
"Oh no! I gotta get Claire."
Sandy ran from the room and quickly came back with an older nurse. The older nurse eyed me through her bifocals.
"Who is this?"
"Faye, Claire she's the woman...."
Claire's eyes grew big as she stared at me.
"You're her?"
I nodded solemnly.
"Can I ask what's going on?"
"He's dreaming again"
"Has he done this alot?"
Claire nodded.
"We can never calm him down, he must be reliving some terrible memories."
"May I try?"
"By all means"
I looked down a Spike's thrashing person, he was very sweaty. I scooted further onto the bed and took his head and laid it in my lap. I knew I was crying again, this wasn't how I wanted to see Spike again. I combed my fingers through his hair, then ran my fingers soothingly across his forehead and cheeks. I was sobbing and shaking more than before. I knew I had to gain some composure in order to help him, I knew I was stronger than this. I mustered up my voice, unsure of what would come out. I started to sing with a shaky tear-filled voice.
"I am ready love
Why are you hiding from me?
I quickly give my freedom
to repel in your captivity
I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
and all the time that it takes
just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I will say the same thing
I am ready for love
Will you please lend me your ears
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance
I will prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful, and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
and thinks with his heart
I am ready for love
If you take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
and do the best that I can
I am ready for love
Here with an offering up
My voice, my eyes, my soul, my mind
Tell me what is enough?
to prove I am ready for love"
I kept combing through his hair, he had calmed down into a peaceful slumber. I looked up at both Claire and Sandy, who both had tears in their eyes.
"I think we'll leave you two alone, Sandy will inform your friends where you are."
I nodded and watched them leave. I turned my attention back down to sleeping Spike. Why did things always end up this way for me? Why couldn't I find him awake? I sat there and couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. Where was Julia when all this happened?
"Hey Faye, Rae just had a sprained...."
I looked up at Carrey standing in the doorway. His handsome grin faded into a slight frown.
"What happened to Rae?"
"Sprained his wrist, but he should be fine for tomorrow."
"That's good."
Then there was silence.
"We should probably go Faye, evening run through starts in a bit here."
I nodded and took another look at Spike. He was beautiful, not just handsome, but beautiful. I looked at Carrey standing in the doorway, he would never compare to Spike. Not in looks, not it wit, not in heart; he was average to me. I laid Spike's head down on the pillow and stood up. I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the forehead, then the tip of his nose, and then his lips. I whispered in his ear.
"Deeps greens and blues are the colors I'd choose. Won't you let me go down in my dreams"
"Faye? Let's go man we're going to be late"
I ignored Carrey and whispered one last thing.
"You kept your promise Spike, so wake up already cowboy."
I joined Carrey and Rae in the hallway. We passed Sandy as we left.
"Thanks with my wrist Sandy."
"No problem"
"Bye Sandy thanks for the help"
"You're welcome."
I walked passed Sandy and paused.
"I'll be back later"
She nodded and I walked through the large double doors into the sunlight.
Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 16*
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Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 16*
Well I can fight like the devil
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going