December 24, 2004
I just had to. I wrote an addendum to the blog novella.
The nurse came by on her rounds and changed the nearly empty IV dripping into the patient's arm. Poor man, she thought. Missing both arms, both legs and with cranial injuries that would have killed anyone else, he had been "alive," if you could call it that, for more than two years now.
The explosion that blew him to pieces left him blind and deaf. Sometimes he groaned, and sometimes he tossed in his drug-enhanced coma, but the doctors all said that he was brain-dead and he would never recover. Maria often wondered what he was like before his injuries. She couldn't be sure, seeing him now, but she thought that once he might have been a handsome man.
She smoothed his sheets and checked his vital signs. The ventilator hummed and the monitors beeped just the way they were supposed to do. Maria had to admit one thing. James was her best patient. He NEVER complained. She wondered if he ever dreamed in that prison of darkness he occupied now, but she knew dreams weren't possible in his condition.
"Good night, darlin'," she said, as she left the room and turned off the light, leaving James alone, with visions only he could see.
James sat on the beach and strapped the swim-fins on his feet. He'd swim out to the reef and do some snorkeling today. Damn, but Belize was beautiful and it was a great day to be alive. He smelled the salt air and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on his back.
He would see Maria tonight, and take her to that little seafood restaurant on the wharf that she liked so much. They would eat, share a bottle of wine (maybe TWO bottles), then go back to his place and make love all night long.
James threw back his head and laughed. THIS was his destiny...
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