November
Small town in California
Yellow light filtered into the low white room. Becky lay in a hospital bed
surrounded by Chainsaw, Collin Davies, Ecks, Trinity, her sister Persphony,
and her young son Stany. They all wore sad faces as they looked down apon
her sleeping form.
"She's in a coma, it's as if she's dreaming and trapped within her own
mind," said Mr. Davies as he puzzledly scratched his head.
"My skills aren't advanced enough to help her. Her body is fine,
but her mind somewhere else," said Trinity with a touch of frustration in
her voice.
"I'll ask around on the list to see if anyone knows of any ways to help.
Maybe the guy who regrew his arm can do something," said Ecks with his
hands in his pockets to keep himself from fidgeting.
"She'll wake up. The doctor says she has to wake up eventually, it
could be months or it could be years," Said Persephony, her eyeliner
running.
"Don't be sad Auntie Perfefy, Mommy needs to sleep right now like Snow White,"
said Stany with his confident little voice. "It'll be ok, I'll go
live with Daddy until Mommy wakes up. That's what the nice man in the
black robe and fake tie said."
Chainsaw turned toward the window. He could feel Trinity and Persephony's
eyes burning into him, but even they admited that Stany would be safer
with him. For a split second Chainsaw thought he saw Eugene's reflection
in the window. Chainsaw smiled meekly, St. Fury works in Mysterious ways.
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