Post by Jillian on Jan 31, 2011 17:18:27 GMT -5
Here is everything I've written so far for the Scotland Forever story (including an update so it's a bit long (ish)).
Natie: "Blimey!"
Tommy: "For the last time! Calm down! We can figure this out, it won't take long. It's not a major crisis. So just, calm down."
We were on the platform at the Kent station, Natie pacing rapidly and Tommy trying to get her to pretty much shut up. I looked on from the bench where Tammy, Damian and I were sitting. You see, we had just returned from a holiday to Scotland and we remembered too late that Damian, who is a singer in a successful singing group, was supposed to stay in Scotland. With George. Another singer in that group. But here we all are in Kent, Damian included.... Which is why Natie is pacing and Tommy is starting to pace as well. When Damian's manager finds out he's not in Scotland anymore, I really don't know what is going to happen. It is worrisome, but if Natie and Tommy would just listen to what Tammy was trying to say a few minutes ago they wouldn't be pacing right now.
Me: "Maybe you should try again, Tam. It can't hurt."
Tammy: "Can't hurt? Can't hurt?! I got elbowed in the stomach and both my feet were trampled on! Bleedin' heck 'It can't hurt!' You try and get those two to listen and then come back and tell me, 'It can't hurt!' "
Me: "Okay! I will! And you owe me ten pounds when I come back unharmed."
Tammy: "What?!"
Natie: "STOP YELLING!"
Everyone on the platform stared at Natie in utter silence. Those close to her quickly backed away. Probably from the look in her eyes. (She can be quite fearsome when she's angry. Or worried. Et cetera.) I quickly made up my mind to stay out of it and sat back down on the bench next to a smug looking Tam who held her hand out and rubbed her fingers together in that suddenly annoying bellboy fashion. I yanked a ten pound out of my wallet and slapped her hand. I grinned cheekily when her eyes got wide and she tried not to shriek from the slap.
Natie: "What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?"
Tammy, Damian, and I continued to sit on the bench and look on at Tommy and Natie who were now facing each other.
Me: "Looks like Tommy finally got her to listen, eh?"
Damo: "Yea, seems like it."
Tammy: "Oh, I hope they heard what I said. We've only got a few minutes left!"
We simultaneously looked at our watches and saw that there really were a few minutes left until the train back to Glasgow would arrive in the station. I stood up and rushed over to the window.
Me: "Are there any tickets left to Glasgow?
Ticket clerk: "Let me check miss."
I looked back over to Tam and Damo and mouthed what the clerk said. I couldn't help but note the hopeful looks on their faces.
Ticket clerk: "Miss? There aren't any tickets left for Glasgow today. Some will be available for purchase tomorrow."
Me: "Ugh, It can't wait until tomorrow!"
I turned away from the window and stalked over to Natie and Tommy. I grabbed their shirts and began pulling them backward, nodding my head at Tam and Damo to get a move on to the car.
Natie: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Heading to the car. We're going on a completely spontaneous road trip."
Natie: What do you mean we're going on a road-trip? Why are we?
Me: We have to get Damian back to Scotland NOW or we just may be the cause of him never having any sort of break during the touring season ever again!
I stopped and turned around to face Natie.
Me: You don't want him to be stuck with Sharon while the other lads get to have fun, do you Natie?
Natie stammered then checked herself and stopped trying to talk.
Me: I thought so.
We all reached Tommy's car and I pushed him toward the driver side door. He unlocked the doors and we all got in and pulled our luggage in after us. Maybe that wasn't a good idea...
3 hours later
Tammy: I think my legs have gone numb! I can't feel them!
Damo: It's the luggage! It's squishing us!
Natie: Thanks a lot, Amanda! You just had to pull the luggage into the back with us, didn't you?
Tammy: Ow! It's pinching now!
Natie: Move over Damia-ooof! Tam, watch your elbow will ya?
Tam: I'm sorry but seriously the luggage is pinching my legs!
Damo: I thought you couldn't feel anything!
Tammy: I can't feel my legs but my legs can still feel!
Natie: Tam, you're stepping on my foot!
Damo: Sorry! That's me!
Natie: Get off my foot!
Damo: Ooow! Did you have to push me?!
Tommy: I'm never doing this again, I swear it.
Me: We're entering Scotland, take the exit onto M6 now.
Tommy: How much longer?
Me: About four hours.
....
....
Damian: Tommy, mate turn around! George just drove past in the opposite direction!
Tommy: You're off your head!
Damian: Seriously! I know that was 'im!
Tommy turned the vehicle around quickly and pushed down on the gas pedal a little bit harder. We soon caught up with the car, which was in fact being driven by George and we flagged him down. He motioned for Tommy to continue following him and we ended up at the Glasgow airport. Natie reached into the front and handed Tommy some money for the parking lot and we parked next to George's rental car.
Natie: Oh thank God! We're out of that horribly small vehicle!
Tommy: Hey!
Natie: Shut it, you know it's terribly small.
Tommy *smiling*: Yeah, that's true...
George: Aye lad. Sharon's right mad at ye.
Damian: I never meant to leave Scotland, honest. Me friends were in a hurry and it just slipped our minds. They got me back here though!
George: And just in time too, we fly to London today.
Damian: Already?
George *nodding*: Yes, already. Go get your suitcase off the ground lad so we can get on the plane.
Damian turned around and walked back over to us and us girls pulled him into a group hug, cos we were all sad he had to leave.
Damian: We've only spent a week out of our whole lives together and you've all become great friends. Thanks for a grand holiday, I'll never forget it.
We bid our goodbyes and watched as Damian and George disappeared in the airport crowd.
Tammy: I'm gonna miss that lad. This really was the best holiday ever.
Me: Yeah it was. Come on, let's get in the car, we've got another 7 hour drive ahead of us and it's already 3 pm.
*Newspaper headline, Tuesday morning*
Fourth youth in a coma caused by car crash.
A fourth teenager to go into a coma after a car ran off the road hitting a tree has been named by police. Amanda Weeks, 17, from Kent, was admitted to the hospital Sunday night. Sources say she had already gone into a coma before arriving at the hospital. The accident happened shortly after 9pm Sunday evening when a red Renault Clio left the road and hit a tree at Hayward's Hill, Throwley, Kent ME13 0. Yesterday morning three other passengers gone into a coma because of the incident were named by police as Tammy Fitzgerald, 18, 17-year-old Natie Learmond, and 18-year-old Tommy Bastow, all three also from Kent. Tammy, of Eastling Road, was the first to be pulled out of the wreckage and Tommy, of Scott's Lane, were both airlifted to St. Thomas' hospital where they later went into a coma. Learmond took the longest to free from the vehicle. When she was finally freed, she was put in an ambulance and had to be resuscitated as she was taken to The Royal London Hospital. It was confirmed by doctors that she was indeed dead for a few minutes. Doctors say, "It is a pure miracle that she is alive now." She has been in a coma ever since being resuscitated.
Sharon: Damian, there's something I need to tell you.
The room where the meet and mingle was taking place became quiet as one by one the fans noticed the look on Damian's face as Sharon told him the horrible news about his friends.
*at the table Keith is sitting at* (Not coming up with names for the fans even though I probably could so they'll just be labeled as numbers)
fan #1: Something must be wrong if he looks like he's about to cry.
fan #2: Poor lad, I wonder what's happened?
fan #3: Shush, I can barely hear what they're saying . . . . Oh my.
fan #1: What? What is it?
fan #3: If I heard Sharon correctly, some of Damian's friends were in a car accident.
Gasps were heard from the tables one by one as the fans heard there was an accident involving Damian's friends. Damian stood up and addressed everyone in the room then turned to Keith and told him to get his camera and film it. Keith rushed over to his backpack, grabbed his camera and started recording.
Damian: I just received word that four of my friends were in a car accident on the last day I saw them. All four of them are now in coma's. *More gasps* I asked Keith to film this so everyone, not just the people in this room, will know why I will not be finishing the tour this year. I am sorry that those of you who wanted to meet me won't be able to anytime soon, but my friends are still most important to me and I hope you all will understand that.
Sharon: You can't-
Damian: I can! You can't stop me, Sharon. I'm a legal adult now and I have the right to make my own choices. My friends are hurt... I have to be there for them. Everyone, thank you for being the best fans anyone in this business could ask for and thank you for not being mad that I'm going home. I'll return as soon as possible, I promise.
The room stayed silent, no one sure what to say or do. Then, one by one, people stood up and walked over to Damian and shook his hand, wishing his friends would get their health back.
30 minutes later Damian was at the airport with Keith and Emmet (an understudy for Damian and Paul) (they drove him there), waiting in queue to get a last minute ticket to Heathrow Airport. Damian was fidgeting nervously and wishing the line would move faster.
Damian: I can't believe they were all hurt so bad. And so close to Kent. Why there? Why them? No, that's horrible. I can't wish it was someone else, that's so rude. I wish it hadn't happened at all. If it wasn't for me going to Kent in the first place they'd probably be fine.
Emmet: Oi, it wasn't your fault! You were-
Damian: I was in London when it happened! 9 pm! I was on the plane waiting for it to take me here to the U.S. when they were in the car accident.
Emmet: Exactly. You weren't there, anywhere near the car when it wrecked. So don't blame yerself.
Damian: If I hadn't gone to Kent with them on the train they wouldn't have had to drive me back up to Glasgow and wouldn't have been driving late at night going back home to Kent and they wouldn't have hit the tree! They wouldn't be in coma's now. They'd be awake, in school, having fun after school. Not stuck in a hospital they don't even know they're in yet.
Keith: Damo. Shut up.
Damian looked at Keith incredulously and Keith raised his eyebrows.
Damian: I'm sorta panicking, aren't I?
Keith: Yea.
Damian: I'm worried about them.
Emmet: We know you are but you'll get there in time mate. You don't need to worry yourself sick.
The queue moved, and moved, until Damian was asking for three tickets to London. Keith and Emmet were about to protest but Damian quieted them.
Damian: I can't do this alone.
Emmet: But what will Sharon say when we don't come back?
*pause*
Keith: She'll figure something out.
Damian: Thanks, Keith.
*pause*
Emmet: I haven't even had my first concert with you guys and I'm already ditching. Great.
Damian and Keith laughed and clapped Emmet on his back.
Keith: Let's go see your friends get well!
The world is quiet here.
No it's not. I can hear beeping.
Beep beep
Beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
A heartbeat.
My heartbeat?
Yes. I am still alive.
Why wouldn't I be alive?
...
I can't remember anything.
"Natie."
What?
"Natie, if you can hear me, open your eyes please?"
They are open.
Because I can see a field.
No, a meadow. I'm standing in a meadow.
But it's not an open meadow.
There's a dark wood fence around the meadow.
I turn around and there I see a tall, cement built house. The wall is pure white.
The house is really big and really tall.
There is a giant clock right under the awning of the giant house.
It is counting the seconds so very slowly.
Natie.
I turn to face the voice.
I am awestruck by the young man.
"Natie?"
My eyes open.
There is a harsh, blinding light obstructing my vision.
I close my eyes.
"No, Natie! Please don't go back to sleep. Stay with me."
No.
I want to see that young man again.
He had such a nice smile.
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
I'm back in the meadow.
I'm lying on the grass.
The grass is quite soft and thick.
I feel pressure on my hand.
I lift my hand up to look at it and see another hand holding it gently.
I look over at the person the hand belongs to and it is him.
The young man with the beautiful smile.
He speaks.
He's telling me it's time to wake up.
"No. Please! No!"
"Natie."
That's the young man's voice.
He isn't really leaving.
I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
Where am I?
I see a curtain.
And a lady typing away on a computer just beyond the curtain.
And the young man with the nice smile.
And a heart rate mac-
My eyes grow wide as I look back at the young man.
I've never seen him before, but he was with me in my dream.
Now he's here, when I am awake.
Unless I am still dreaming?
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
I look toward the sound and I see that it's the heart rate machine.
It dawns on me.
I'm in a hospital.
Now if only I could remember why.
Emmet: Damo, mate, ye need to get in here. Natie's finally awake!
Damian stood up from the chair (after Emmet calling him on his mobile woke him up) in the sitting area and sprinted down the corridor to Natie's hospital room. Finally, after three weeks she's awake! He grabbed the door frame and came to a stop just inside the entry way. Emmet was leaning over on the hospital bed holding Natie's hand. Natie's eyes were closed but she had a small smile on her face. As Damian walked closer to the bed he could hear Emmet singing softly to Natie. Emmet looked up at Damian but didn't stop singing. Damian pulled a chair over to the other side of the hospital bed and sat down. Natie reached out and grabbed Damian's hand in her own and brought it up to her face, holding the back of his hand against her cheek. Emmet smiled when he saw Damian's eyes well up with tears.
Emmet *thinking*: No wonder he was able to leave the tour so easily. He really loves that girl.
I've been in the hospital far too long.
I still can't remember what happened to make me go into a coma.
A coma! My word...
I was told that I wouldn't remember a lot of things because of the accident.
When I asked why it was so bad, I was told it was because I had been legally dead for 3 minutes.
3 minutes is a long time to be dead.
So why did I come back?
Damian was sitting in one of the chairs in the hospital room Natie was in. Just sitting. At least, that's how it looked from anyone else's point of view. They would look at him and think he had probably been in a coma as well. Some might even think he was still in one. And in a way he was. After Natie woke up on that Tuesday afternoon three weeks ago, Damian thought she was finally better. She even held his hand like she knew who he was and that she was happy that he was there. Then she opened her eyes to look at him and he felt his chest grow tight when she pulled her hand out of his and asked Emmet who the "other boy was". Damian's coma was not like traditional coma's. Damian had voluntarily gone into a memory coma. He was blank to everything but his memories. He would not respond to anyone. He would not eat. He would not sleep. He just reminisced. When Damian first started going into the memory coma, Keith and Emmet hadn't noticed and they continued to walk to the cafeteria to get dinner. They came back with food and still thought nothing of the blank stare on Damian's face. But when Damian completely ignored his food and still had that same blank look on his face, Keith and Emmet started to wonder what was going on. They tried to get his attention. It didn't work. He would just sit there. Do nothing. Say nothing. Like his body was just a shell and the spirit had gone out of him.
Keith and Emmet were standing in the doorway to Natie's hospital room observing and quietly talking.
Keith: We came here to help Damian because he didn't want to go through this alone. I don't think we helped him as well as we could have..
*pause*
Emmet: If worse comes to worse, we have to tell Sharon. And his parents.
Keith: No.
Emmet: Bu-
Keith: No. I don't think we should yet.
Emmet: Why not?
*pause*
Keith: Come on. Let's go get some tea. I'll tell you then.
Keith and Emmet walked silently to the cafeteria, leaving behind what they thought was a sleeping girl and a non-responsive boy. But if they had stuck around a couple minutes longer, they wouldn't be getting tea now.
TOMMY! LOOK OUT!
I hear screaming. And crying. My body hurts. So bad. Why can't I see anything? What happened?
It's getting quieter here. I can no longer feel any pain.
Yet I can feel strong arms around me. I'm being hugged and I feel safe.
It is not your time to leave this world, little one.
I can feel pressure on my chest.
Now it's gone.
No it's back.
What is going on?
It's stopping.
It's peaceful.
I open my eyes.
Oh! What a beautiful field!
Damian *still reminiscing*: It's okay to cry Natie. You go ahead and cry until you can't anymore. (He didn't realise he had said anything out loud.)
Natie was suddenly overwhelmed by images overlapping each other in her mind as she slept.
Oh what is going on?!
Twin dogs being scared off by a huge cat.
A girl checking her image in a mirror.
A boy with the weirdest hair ever.
The girl yelling at her neighbour.
Sheep?
New Zealand. Land of the Big, White Clots!
Home.
Mom.
No, mutti. And Vati.
My friends!
Tommy, Amanda, Tammy, and Toby.
A train.
A young man just got on the train.
I know him... I think?
Amanda is mad at me.
A megaphone.
Hahahaha!
A phone call.
He broke my heart, Toby did.
"It's okay to cry Natie. You go ahead and cry until you can't anymore."
Oh.. my...
Damian?
Riding a horse.
Running after a cab to get a purse.
Dancing to a Queen song with... Damian.
Oh, how could I forget you?
Amanda is missing!
No, she's in the hotel room with Damian.
She's mad that he doesn't like her.
They kiss.
I'm sitting in the hall comforting my best friend.
Toby is there.
Damian and I are just friends.
We're late for the train back to Kent!
We all board the train.
We're in Kent, so is Damian.
He isn't supposed to be.
We're crammed into Tommy's car.
Damian leaves us to go to America.
We're just outside of Kent.
It's dark.
A car is heading straight for us.
TOMMY! LOOK OUT!
Something bad has happened.
I'm bleeding.
If I am, then so are my friends.
I can't move!
Why can't I move?
I need to help them!
They're screaming.
The screams are fading.
There is no more sound of pain.
I am being held in God's arms.
It's not time for me to leave.
I'm in... the meadow.
Emmet is there.
I wonder how, since I have never seen him before.
I've been in the meadow for a really long time.
"It's time to wake up."
I'm in a hospital.
Of course, I was in a horrible wreck.
Emmet is singing.
Someone sits beside the bed and I grab their hand.
The person is crying.
I open my eyes and look at the crying person.
I don't recognize him.
But that's Damian!
He shouldn't be here!
Natie's eyes open quickly and she looks around the room, finally seeing Damian sitting in the chair.
Natie: Damian?
Damian blinks. Once. Two more times.
Natie: Damian?
Damian looks at Natie, sitting up on her elbows in bed. She smiles at him. He's ecstatic but worried that she'll relapse if things become too much for her to handle. Natie's smile slowly disappears.
Natie: Is something the matter, Damian? Why won't you say anything?
Damian struggles to think of something to say. He doesn't want her to forget again.
Damian: Do you know what happened? Do you remember? Me, do you really, truly remember who I am?
Natie: You left your tour to see if I was okay, I don't think I'll ever forget that.
Damian's heart felt like it was going to simply burst from the joy he felt when she said that. He stood up and closed the distance between them in three strides. He held his hand out to her and she took it. He leaned down slowly and rested his forehead against hers and smiled.
I love her. I know now that I can't be happy without her in my life somehow.
Damian: I love you, Natie.
Natie: I love you too.
SHE LOVES ME!
Damian couldn't help it when tears fell from his eyes again. He blinked them away and cradled Natie's face in his hands. He whispered I love you once more before gently pressing his lips to hers.
HE LOVES ME!
Just outside the door, Emmet clapped his hand over Keith's mouth to keep Keith from saying anything that would ruin his friend's moment and dragged Keith back to the cafeteria. Keith pulled away and stood there glaring at Emmet.
Emmet; Shut it mate.
Keith *sitting down in defeat*: Not cool.
AN: Here is the update This update is dedicated to me other wee sis Katie
Keith's POV
Back at the hospital Natie is in
late in the evening
running up to the waiting area
I spotted Emmet just getting up from the chair and he started walking toward Natie's room.
Me: "Oi, Emmet! We've got a problem. Well, not "we" in particular. It's more so Damo. And Natie. They've got a problem. At least I think they do. I'm not completely sure yet."
Emmet: "Mate."
Me: "And I think it could ruin everything if it's true."
Emmet: "Dude."
Me: "I told myself I wasn't going to tell anyone."
Emmet: "Keith."
Me: "But then I was driving back here and I made up my mind to tell someone, so I figured I might as well tell you. You seem to have a pretty level head and give great advice."
Damo: "What are yous talking about?"
third person POV
Keith jumped a foot in the air and accidentally let out a yelp like someone had pricked him in the bum with a sewing needle. Emmet just looked at him with a confused look on his face. Keith calmed his face into a neutral feature and turned to Damo.
Keith: "Hi."
Damo frowned at Keith, wondering to himself what was up with him.
Damo: "Hi... Eh, Emmet go keep Natie company while I talk to Keith about something.
Emmet nodded and set off at a brisk pace toward Natie's hospital room while Damian motioned for Keith to sit down. Keith did so and tried to keep the worried look off of his face.
Keith: "So, what is it ye want to talk to me about?"
Damian: "Natie mostly... And her going to the U.S. .... with me- us. With us I mean."
Keith *sighs*: "I'm sorry Damo, I don't think Sharon would like that too much. I know you... like Natie and all, but there's no room for her. Th-
Damo: "You think there's no room for her in my life?"
Keith: "Oi! I didn't say that! If you would let me finish?"
Damian motioned with his hands for Keith to continue.
Keith: "Like I was saying, there's hardly any room for us on two full size RV's. And she'll probably be extremely uncomfortable around us. I mean, she hardly even knows you. Sure, you spent a week with her in Scotland, but that doesn't mean anything. How could she possibly begin to feel comfortable around a whole group of people she's never met and will pretty much be living with, in a suitcase, for the rest of the tour? I'm not even comfortable with the thought of that and I do it. I've done it for almost three years. I'm truly sorry, I don't think that it is a good idea."
Damian sighed and sat back dejectedly in the chair opposite Keith's. Keith looked at Damian in sympathy, remembering when he had to leave the girl he fancied in Ireland while he went to the U.S. to chase his dream. He still thought about her quite a bit, but had never seemed to work up the courage to contact her again.
Keith's POV
As I sat there after telling Damian that he pretty much messed up, I realized that I was wrong. He hadn't messed up, at least not too bad. I was the one who had messed up. At least Damo wants to take the girl he loves with him. I began thinking about the lass I left behind in Derry when I finally got my chance at becoming a professional musician and singer, thanks to Celtic Thunder. When I had found out that I was in, she was the first person I called. When I told her, at the time I thought she sounded so happy for me. But the more I thought about it in the months after I left Ireland, I knew she was sad too. I was just too excited to hear it at the time...
Me: I've got me something important to take care of lad, I'll be back in a bit.
Damian nodded to let me know he heard and I went down to the ground floor and walked outside to a telephone box not 15 feet from the hospital entrance.
Me *thinking*: I hope her number hasn't changed... *sighs* Here goes nothin'.
I punched in the number after inserting some coins in the coin slot and listened to it ring 4 times before I heard someone pick up.
"Scirwode teach, Caitríona ag labhairt."
Me: Caitríona?
"Is é seo an Caitríona."
Me: Dia duit Caitríona, tá sé Keith.
There was silence on her end of the phone and I began to think she had hung up on me.
Me: Caitríona?
Caitríona: Tá mé fós ag Keith anseo.
Me: Ba mhaith liom a leithscéal as nach bhfuil tú ag iarraidh teacht liom.
Caitríona: Thóg sé fada go leor.
Me: What? Erm, Ciallaíonn mé, cad é?
Caitríona: Bhí mé ag fanacht ar feadh trí bliana a fháil leithscéal uait.
Me: Tá a fhios agam. Anois. Tá mé grá go fírinneach sorry.
I could hear her sigh and then it was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke again.
Caitríona: An bhfuil tú ró-ghnóthach le labhairt tuilleadh?
Me: Tá mé ag baint úsáide as fón íoc anois mar sin ní féidir liom labhairt le i bhfad níos faide.
Caitríona: Úsáide as fón íoc anois, áit a bhfuil tú?
Me: Ospidéal Ríoga Londain.
Caitríona: Cad é atá tú ann? Níl tú a ghortú, mar atá tú?
Me: Níl, Tá mé go maith. Tá mé anseo le Damian. Ceithre cinn de chuid cairde a bhí i ndiaidh timpiste ghluaisteáin. Ceann acu atá anseo, agus an triúr eile ag an ospidéal St Thomas '.
Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I looked back to see Damo standing there looking like a kid who just got a lollipop and cotton candy at the same time. He motioned for me to come back inside and then went back in the hospital.
Me: Caithfidh mé dul anois. Damian mian mo shúile.
I heard her laugh on the other end of the phone and she said, "Bhí sé go deas caint leat arís Keith."
Me: Bhí sé go deas ag caint leat arís chomh maith.
Caitríona: Slán agat.
Me: Slán..
I hung up the phone and walked back into the hospital where Damo jumped out from around the corner of the entryway and almost yelled in my ear that Natie could go home the next day.
*pause*
Me: She can go home?!
Damian nodded like those bobble head novelty toys and dashed off to the lift. I just smiled at his eagerness and walked at a normal pace, thinking about the conversation I had with Caitríona. 'At least she isn't mad at me,' I thought with relief. 'I wonder if she still looks the same?'
Damo's POV
(This first line is gonna sound cheesy but I thought it would be a little bit cute.) I skipped (I mean that literally) into Natie's hospital room and over to the bed and threw my arms around her. (She is sitting up, don't worry.)
Natie: I'm so glad I get to go home tomorrow! I miss my house, and my books, and my room, and even the neighbour's dogs!
Me: I was beginning to think the doctors would never let you leave. I think they like having you around. You're a pleasant person to be around.
Natie: I guess that's why your arms are still around me, huh?
She smiled at me brightly and I felt my face heat up. Her eyes got a little wider and her smile got bigger and it looked like she was trying to not laugh.
Damo: I know. I'm blushing. It doesn't happen often, so zip it.
Natie *trying harder to not laugh*: I wasn't going to say anything! *trying harder* Honest!
It looked like she was finally beating the laughter when Keith had to walk in and look at us with the one expression on his face that could make Natie lose her composure.
5 minutes later
Keith: I swear I didn't know my face could set her off like that! How long has she been laughing?
Emmet and I: Five minutes.
Keith: Are you sure the nurse didn't give her anything that causes uncontrollable laughter?
I looked at Keith incredulously.
Keith: I'll take that as a no.
AN: Spell check just won't work for me right now. Too much of a post I suppose. Sorry for any mistakes!
AN2: I find that I love ending updates with something Keith says. IDKY.
Natie: "Blimey!"
Tommy: "For the last time! Calm down! We can figure this out, it won't take long. It's not a major crisis. So just, calm down."
We were on the platform at the Kent station, Natie pacing rapidly and Tommy trying to get her to pretty much shut up. I looked on from the bench where Tammy, Damian and I were sitting. You see, we had just returned from a holiday to Scotland and we remembered too late that Damian, who is a singer in a successful singing group, was supposed to stay in Scotland. With George. Another singer in that group. But here we all are in Kent, Damian included.... Which is why Natie is pacing and Tommy is starting to pace as well. When Damian's manager finds out he's not in Scotland anymore, I really don't know what is going to happen. It is worrisome, but if Natie and Tommy would just listen to what Tammy was trying to say a few minutes ago they wouldn't be pacing right now.
Me: "Maybe you should try again, Tam. It can't hurt."
Tammy: "Can't hurt? Can't hurt?! I got elbowed in the stomach and both my feet were trampled on! Bleedin' heck 'It can't hurt!' You try and get those two to listen and then come back and tell me, 'It can't hurt!' "
Me: "Okay! I will! And you owe me ten pounds when I come back unharmed."
Tammy: "What?!"
Natie: "STOP YELLING!"
Everyone on the platform stared at Natie in utter silence. Those close to her quickly backed away. Probably from the look in her eyes. (She can be quite fearsome when she's angry. Or worried. Et cetera.) I quickly made up my mind to stay out of it and sat back down on the bench next to a smug looking Tam who held her hand out and rubbed her fingers together in that suddenly annoying bellboy fashion. I yanked a ten pound out of my wallet and slapped her hand. I grinned cheekily when her eyes got wide and she tried not to shriek from the slap.
Natie: "What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?"
Tammy, Damian, and I continued to sit on the bench and look on at Tommy and Natie who were now facing each other.
Me: "Looks like Tommy finally got her to listen, eh?"
Damo: "Yea, seems like it."
Tammy: "Oh, I hope they heard what I said. We've only got a few minutes left!"
We simultaneously looked at our watches and saw that there really were a few minutes left until the train back to Glasgow would arrive in the station. I stood up and rushed over to the window.
Me: "Are there any tickets left to Glasgow?
Ticket clerk: "Let me check miss."
I looked back over to Tam and Damo and mouthed what the clerk said. I couldn't help but note the hopeful looks on their faces.
Ticket clerk: "Miss? There aren't any tickets left for Glasgow today. Some will be available for purchase tomorrow."
Me: "Ugh, It can't wait until tomorrow!"
I turned away from the window and stalked over to Natie and Tommy. I grabbed their shirts and began pulling them backward, nodding my head at Tam and Damo to get a move on to the car.
Natie: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Heading to the car. We're going on a completely spontaneous road trip."
Natie: What do you mean we're going on a road-trip? Why are we?
Me: We have to get Damian back to Scotland NOW or we just may be the cause of him never having any sort of break during the touring season ever again!
I stopped and turned around to face Natie.
Me: You don't want him to be stuck with Sharon while the other lads get to have fun, do you Natie?
Natie stammered then checked herself and stopped trying to talk.
Me: I thought so.
We all reached Tommy's car and I pushed him toward the driver side door. He unlocked the doors and we all got in and pulled our luggage in after us. Maybe that wasn't a good idea...
3 hours later
Tammy: I think my legs have gone numb! I can't feel them!
Damo: It's the luggage! It's squishing us!
Natie: Thanks a lot, Amanda! You just had to pull the luggage into the back with us, didn't you?
Tammy: Ow! It's pinching now!
Natie: Move over Damia-ooof! Tam, watch your elbow will ya?
Tam: I'm sorry but seriously the luggage is pinching my legs!
Damo: I thought you couldn't feel anything!
Tammy: I can't feel my legs but my legs can still feel!
Natie: Tam, you're stepping on my foot!
Damo: Sorry! That's me!
Natie: Get off my foot!
Damo: Ooow! Did you have to push me?!
Tommy: I'm never doing this again, I swear it.
Me: We're entering Scotland, take the exit onto M6 now.
Tommy: How much longer?
Me: About four hours.
....
....
Damian: Tommy, mate turn around! George just drove past in the opposite direction!
Tommy: You're off your head!
Damian: Seriously! I know that was 'im!
Tommy turned the vehicle around quickly and pushed down on the gas pedal a little bit harder. We soon caught up with the car, which was in fact being driven by George and we flagged him down. He motioned for Tommy to continue following him and we ended up at the Glasgow airport. Natie reached into the front and handed Tommy some money for the parking lot and we parked next to George's rental car.
Natie: Oh thank God! We're out of that horribly small vehicle!
Tommy: Hey!
Natie: Shut it, you know it's terribly small.
Tommy *smiling*: Yeah, that's true...
George: Aye lad. Sharon's right mad at ye.
Damian: I never meant to leave Scotland, honest. Me friends were in a hurry and it just slipped our minds. They got me back here though!
George: And just in time too, we fly to London today.
Damian: Already?
George *nodding*: Yes, already. Go get your suitcase off the ground lad so we can get on the plane.
Damian turned around and walked back over to us and us girls pulled him into a group hug, cos we were all sad he had to leave.
Damian: We've only spent a week out of our whole lives together and you've all become great friends. Thanks for a grand holiday, I'll never forget it.
We bid our goodbyes and watched as Damian and George disappeared in the airport crowd.
Tammy: I'm gonna miss that lad. This really was the best holiday ever.
Me: Yeah it was. Come on, let's get in the car, we've got another 7 hour drive ahead of us and it's already 3 pm.
*Newspaper headline, Tuesday morning*
Fourth youth in a coma caused by car crash.
A fourth teenager to go into a coma after a car ran off the road hitting a tree has been named by police. Amanda Weeks, 17, from Kent, was admitted to the hospital Sunday night. Sources say she had already gone into a coma before arriving at the hospital. The accident happened shortly after 9pm Sunday evening when a red Renault Clio left the road and hit a tree at Hayward's Hill, Throwley, Kent ME13 0. Yesterday morning three other passengers gone into a coma because of the incident were named by police as Tammy Fitzgerald, 18, 17-year-old Natie Learmond, and 18-year-old Tommy Bastow, all three also from Kent. Tammy, of Eastling Road, was the first to be pulled out of the wreckage and Tommy, of Scott's Lane, were both airlifted to St. Thomas' hospital where they later went into a coma. Learmond took the longest to free from the vehicle. When she was finally freed, she was put in an ambulance and had to be resuscitated as she was taken to The Royal London Hospital. It was confirmed by doctors that she was indeed dead for a few minutes. Doctors say, "It is a pure miracle that she is alive now." She has been in a coma ever since being resuscitated.
Sharon: Damian, there's something I need to tell you.
The room where the meet and mingle was taking place became quiet as one by one the fans noticed the look on Damian's face as Sharon told him the horrible news about his friends.
*at the table Keith is sitting at* (Not coming up with names for the fans even though I probably could so they'll just be labeled as numbers)
fan #1: Something must be wrong if he looks like he's about to cry.
fan #2: Poor lad, I wonder what's happened?
fan #3: Shush, I can barely hear what they're saying . . . . Oh my.
fan #1: What? What is it?
fan #3: If I heard Sharon correctly, some of Damian's friends were in a car accident.
Gasps were heard from the tables one by one as the fans heard there was an accident involving Damian's friends. Damian stood up and addressed everyone in the room then turned to Keith and told him to get his camera and film it. Keith rushed over to his backpack, grabbed his camera and started recording.
Damian: I just received word that four of my friends were in a car accident on the last day I saw them. All four of them are now in coma's. *More gasps* I asked Keith to film this so everyone, not just the people in this room, will know why I will not be finishing the tour this year. I am sorry that those of you who wanted to meet me won't be able to anytime soon, but my friends are still most important to me and I hope you all will understand that.
Sharon: You can't-
Damian: I can! You can't stop me, Sharon. I'm a legal adult now and I have the right to make my own choices. My friends are hurt... I have to be there for them. Everyone, thank you for being the best fans anyone in this business could ask for and thank you for not being mad that I'm going home. I'll return as soon as possible, I promise.
The room stayed silent, no one sure what to say or do. Then, one by one, people stood up and walked over to Damian and shook his hand, wishing his friends would get their health back.
30 minutes later Damian was at the airport with Keith and Emmet (an understudy for Damian and Paul) (they drove him there), waiting in queue to get a last minute ticket to Heathrow Airport. Damian was fidgeting nervously and wishing the line would move faster.
Damian: I can't believe they were all hurt so bad. And so close to Kent. Why there? Why them? No, that's horrible. I can't wish it was someone else, that's so rude. I wish it hadn't happened at all. If it wasn't for me going to Kent in the first place they'd probably be fine.
Emmet: Oi, it wasn't your fault! You were-
Damian: I was in London when it happened! 9 pm! I was on the plane waiting for it to take me here to the U.S. when they were in the car accident.
Emmet: Exactly. You weren't there, anywhere near the car when it wrecked. So don't blame yerself.
Damian: If I hadn't gone to Kent with them on the train they wouldn't have had to drive me back up to Glasgow and wouldn't have been driving late at night going back home to Kent and they wouldn't have hit the tree! They wouldn't be in coma's now. They'd be awake, in school, having fun after school. Not stuck in a hospital they don't even know they're in yet.
Keith: Damo. Shut up.
Damian looked at Keith incredulously and Keith raised his eyebrows.
Damian: I'm sorta panicking, aren't I?
Keith: Yea.
Damian: I'm worried about them.
Emmet: We know you are but you'll get there in time mate. You don't need to worry yourself sick.
The queue moved, and moved, until Damian was asking for three tickets to London. Keith and Emmet were about to protest but Damian quieted them.
Damian: I can't do this alone.
Emmet: But what will Sharon say when we don't come back?
*pause*
Keith: She'll figure something out.
Damian: Thanks, Keith.
*pause*
Emmet: I haven't even had my first concert with you guys and I'm already ditching. Great.
Damian and Keith laughed and clapped Emmet on his back.
Keith: Let's go see your friends get well!
The world is quiet here.
No it's not. I can hear beeping.
Beep beep
Beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
A heartbeat.
My heartbeat?
Yes. I am still alive.
Why wouldn't I be alive?
...
I can't remember anything.
"Natie."
What?
"Natie, if you can hear me, open your eyes please?"
They are open.
Because I can see a field.
No, a meadow. I'm standing in a meadow.
But it's not an open meadow.
There's a dark wood fence around the meadow.
I turn around and there I see a tall, cement built house. The wall is pure white.
The house is really big and really tall.
There is a giant clock right under the awning of the giant house.
It is counting the seconds so very slowly.
Natie.
I turn to face the voice.
I am awestruck by the young man.
"Natie?"
My eyes open.
There is a harsh, blinding light obstructing my vision.
I close my eyes.
"No, Natie! Please don't go back to sleep. Stay with me."
No.
I want to see that young man again.
He had such a nice smile.
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
I'm back in the meadow.
I'm lying on the grass.
The grass is quite soft and thick.
I feel pressure on my hand.
I lift my hand up to look at it and see another hand holding it gently.
I look over at the person the hand belongs to and it is him.
The young man with the beautiful smile.
He speaks.
He's telling me it's time to wake up.
"No. Please! No!"
"Natie."
That's the young man's voice.
He isn't really leaving.
I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
Where am I?
I see a curtain.
And a lady typing away on a computer just beyond the curtain.
And the young man with the nice smile.
And a heart rate mac-
My eyes grow wide as I look back at the young man.
I've never seen him before, but he was with me in my dream.
Now he's here, when I am awake.
Unless I am still dreaming?
beep beep
beep beep
beep beep
I look toward the sound and I see that it's the heart rate machine.
It dawns on me.
I'm in a hospital.
Now if only I could remember why.
Emmet: Damo, mate, ye need to get in here. Natie's finally awake!
Damian stood up from the chair (after Emmet calling him on his mobile woke him up) in the sitting area and sprinted down the corridor to Natie's hospital room. Finally, after three weeks she's awake! He grabbed the door frame and came to a stop just inside the entry way. Emmet was leaning over on the hospital bed holding Natie's hand. Natie's eyes were closed but she had a small smile on her face. As Damian walked closer to the bed he could hear Emmet singing softly to Natie. Emmet looked up at Damian but didn't stop singing. Damian pulled a chair over to the other side of the hospital bed and sat down. Natie reached out and grabbed Damian's hand in her own and brought it up to her face, holding the back of his hand against her cheek. Emmet smiled when he saw Damian's eyes well up with tears.
Emmet *thinking*: No wonder he was able to leave the tour so easily. He really loves that girl.
I've been in the hospital far too long.
I still can't remember what happened to make me go into a coma.
A coma! My word...
I was told that I wouldn't remember a lot of things because of the accident.
When I asked why it was so bad, I was told it was because I had been legally dead for 3 minutes.
3 minutes is a long time to be dead.
So why did I come back?
Damian was sitting in one of the chairs in the hospital room Natie was in. Just sitting. At least, that's how it looked from anyone else's point of view. They would look at him and think he had probably been in a coma as well. Some might even think he was still in one. And in a way he was. After Natie woke up on that Tuesday afternoon three weeks ago, Damian thought she was finally better. She even held his hand like she knew who he was and that she was happy that he was there. Then she opened her eyes to look at him and he felt his chest grow tight when she pulled her hand out of his and asked Emmet who the "other boy was". Damian's coma was not like traditional coma's. Damian had voluntarily gone into a memory coma. He was blank to everything but his memories. He would not respond to anyone. He would not eat. He would not sleep. He just reminisced. When Damian first started going into the memory coma, Keith and Emmet hadn't noticed and they continued to walk to the cafeteria to get dinner. They came back with food and still thought nothing of the blank stare on Damian's face. But when Damian completely ignored his food and still had that same blank look on his face, Keith and Emmet started to wonder what was going on. They tried to get his attention. It didn't work. He would just sit there. Do nothing. Say nothing. Like his body was just a shell and the spirit had gone out of him.
Keith and Emmet were standing in the doorway to Natie's hospital room observing and quietly talking.
Keith: We came here to help Damian because he didn't want to go through this alone. I don't think we helped him as well as we could have..
*pause*
Emmet: If worse comes to worse, we have to tell Sharon. And his parents.
Keith: No.
Emmet: Bu-
Keith: No. I don't think we should yet.
Emmet: Why not?
*pause*
Keith: Come on. Let's go get some tea. I'll tell you then.
Keith and Emmet walked silently to the cafeteria, leaving behind what they thought was a sleeping girl and a non-responsive boy. But if they had stuck around a couple minutes longer, they wouldn't be getting tea now.
TOMMY! LOOK OUT!
I hear screaming. And crying. My body hurts. So bad. Why can't I see anything? What happened?
It's getting quieter here. I can no longer feel any pain.
Yet I can feel strong arms around me. I'm being hugged and I feel safe.
It is not your time to leave this world, little one.
I can feel pressure on my chest.
Now it's gone.
No it's back.
What is going on?
It's stopping.
It's peaceful.
I open my eyes.
Oh! What a beautiful field!
Damian *still reminiscing*: It's okay to cry Natie. You go ahead and cry until you can't anymore. (He didn't realise he had said anything out loud.)
Natie was suddenly overwhelmed by images overlapping each other in her mind as she slept.
Oh what is going on?!
Twin dogs being scared off by a huge cat.
A girl checking her image in a mirror.
A boy with the weirdest hair ever.
The girl yelling at her neighbour.
Sheep?
New Zealand. Land of the Big, White Clots!
Home.
Mom.
No, mutti. And Vati.
My friends!
Tommy, Amanda, Tammy, and Toby.
A train.
A young man just got on the train.
I know him... I think?
Amanda is mad at me.
A megaphone.
Hahahaha!
A phone call.
He broke my heart, Toby did.
"It's okay to cry Natie. You go ahead and cry until you can't anymore."
Oh.. my...
Damian?
Riding a horse.
Running after a cab to get a purse.
Dancing to a Queen song with... Damian.
Oh, how could I forget you?
Amanda is missing!
No, she's in the hotel room with Damian.
She's mad that he doesn't like her.
They kiss.
I'm sitting in the hall comforting my best friend.
Toby is there.
Damian and I are just friends.
We're late for the train back to Kent!
We all board the train.
We're in Kent, so is Damian.
He isn't supposed to be.
We're crammed into Tommy's car.
Damian leaves us to go to America.
We're just outside of Kent.
It's dark.
A car is heading straight for us.
TOMMY! LOOK OUT!
Something bad has happened.
I'm bleeding.
If I am, then so are my friends.
I can't move!
Why can't I move?
I need to help them!
They're screaming.
The screams are fading.
There is no more sound of pain.
I am being held in God's arms.
It's not time for me to leave.
I'm in... the meadow.
Emmet is there.
I wonder how, since I have never seen him before.
I've been in the meadow for a really long time.
"It's time to wake up."
I'm in a hospital.
Of course, I was in a horrible wreck.
Emmet is singing.
Someone sits beside the bed and I grab their hand.
The person is crying.
I open my eyes and look at the crying person.
I don't recognize him.
But that's Damian!
He shouldn't be here!
Natie's eyes open quickly and she looks around the room, finally seeing Damian sitting in the chair.
Natie: Damian?
Damian blinks. Once. Two more times.
Natie: Damian?
Damian looks at Natie, sitting up on her elbows in bed. She smiles at him. He's ecstatic but worried that she'll relapse if things become too much for her to handle. Natie's smile slowly disappears.
Natie: Is something the matter, Damian? Why won't you say anything?
Damian struggles to think of something to say. He doesn't want her to forget again.
Damian: Do you know what happened? Do you remember? Me, do you really, truly remember who I am?
Natie: You left your tour to see if I was okay, I don't think I'll ever forget that.
Damian's heart felt like it was going to simply burst from the joy he felt when she said that. He stood up and closed the distance between them in three strides. He held his hand out to her and she took it. He leaned down slowly and rested his forehead against hers and smiled.
I love her. I know now that I can't be happy without her in my life somehow.
Damian: I love you, Natie.
Natie: I love you too.
SHE LOVES ME!
Damian couldn't help it when tears fell from his eyes again. He blinked them away and cradled Natie's face in his hands. He whispered I love you once more before gently pressing his lips to hers.
HE LOVES ME!
Just outside the door, Emmet clapped his hand over Keith's mouth to keep Keith from saying anything that would ruin his friend's moment and dragged Keith back to the cafeteria. Keith pulled away and stood there glaring at Emmet.
Emmet; Shut it mate.
Keith *sitting down in defeat*: Not cool.
AN: Here is the update This update is dedicated to me other wee sis Katie
Keith's POV
Back at the hospital Natie is in
late in the evening
running up to the waiting area
I spotted Emmet just getting up from the chair and he started walking toward Natie's room.
Me: "Oi, Emmet! We've got a problem. Well, not "we" in particular. It's more so Damo. And Natie. They've got a problem. At least I think they do. I'm not completely sure yet."
Emmet: "Mate."
Me: "And I think it could ruin everything if it's true."
Emmet: "Dude."
Me: "I told myself I wasn't going to tell anyone."
Emmet: "Keith."
Me: "But then I was driving back here and I made up my mind to tell someone, so I figured I might as well tell you. You seem to have a pretty level head and give great advice."
Damo: "What are yous talking about?"
third person POV
Keith jumped a foot in the air and accidentally let out a yelp like someone had pricked him in the bum with a sewing needle. Emmet just looked at him with a confused look on his face. Keith calmed his face into a neutral feature and turned to Damo.
Keith: "Hi."
Damo frowned at Keith, wondering to himself what was up with him.
Damo: "Hi... Eh, Emmet go keep Natie company while I talk to Keith about something.
Emmet nodded and set off at a brisk pace toward Natie's hospital room while Damian motioned for Keith to sit down. Keith did so and tried to keep the worried look off of his face.
Keith: "So, what is it ye want to talk to me about?"
Damian: "Natie mostly... And her going to the U.S. .... with me- us. With us I mean."
Keith *sighs*: "I'm sorry Damo, I don't think Sharon would like that too much. I know you... like Natie and all, but there's no room for her. Th-
Damo: "You think there's no room for her in my life?"
Keith: "Oi! I didn't say that! If you would let me finish?"
Damian motioned with his hands for Keith to continue.
Keith: "Like I was saying, there's hardly any room for us on two full size RV's. And she'll probably be extremely uncomfortable around us. I mean, she hardly even knows you. Sure, you spent a week with her in Scotland, but that doesn't mean anything. How could she possibly begin to feel comfortable around a whole group of people she's never met and will pretty much be living with, in a suitcase, for the rest of the tour? I'm not even comfortable with the thought of that and I do it. I've done it for almost three years. I'm truly sorry, I don't think that it is a good idea."
Damian sighed and sat back dejectedly in the chair opposite Keith's. Keith looked at Damian in sympathy, remembering when he had to leave the girl he fancied in Ireland while he went to the U.S. to chase his dream. He still thought about her quite a bit, but had never seemed to work up the courage to contact her again.
Keith's POV
As I sat there after telling Damian that he pretty much messed up, I realized that I was wrong. He hadn't messed up, at least not too bad. I was the one who had messed up. At least Damo wants to take the girl he loves with him. I began thinking about the lass I left behind in Derry when I finally got my chance at becoming a professional musician and singer, thanks to Celtic Thunder. When I had found out that I was in, she was the first person I called. When I told her, at the time I thought she sounded so happy for me. But the more I thought about it in the months after I left Ireland, I knew she was sad too. I was just too excited to hear it at the time...
Me: I've got me something important to take care of lad, I'll be back in a bit.
Damian nodded to let me know he heard and I went down to the ground floor and walked outside to a telephone box not 15 feet from the hospital entrance.
Me *thinking*: I hope her number hasn't changed... *sighs* Here goes nothin'.
I punched in the number after inserting some coins in the coin slot and listened to it ring 4 times before I heard someone pick up.
"Scirwode teach, Caitríona ag labhairt."
Me: Caitríona?
"Is é seo an Caitríona."
Me: Dia duit Caitríona, tá sé Keith.
There was silence on her end of the phone and I began to think she had hung up on me.
Me: Caitríona?
Caitríona: Tá mé fós ag Keith anseo.
Me: Ba mhaith liom a leithscéal as nach bhfuil tú ag iarraidh teacht liom.
Caitríona: Thóg sé fada go leor.
Me: What? Erm, Ciallaíonn mé, cad é?
Caitríona: Bhí mé ag fanacht ar feadh trí bliana a fháil leithscéal uait.
Me: Tá a fhios agam. Anois. Tá mé grá go fírinneach sorry.
I could hear her sigh and then it was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke again.
Caitríona: An bhfuil tú ró-ghnóthach le labhairt tuilleadh?
Me: Tá mé ag baint úsáide as fón íoc anois mar sin ní féidir liom labhairt le i bhfad níos faide.
Caitríona: Úsáide as fón íoc anois, áit a bhfuil tú?
Me: Ospidéal Ríoga Londain.
Caitríona: Cad é atá tú ann? Níl tú a ghortú, mar atá tú?
Me: Níl, Tá mé go maith. Tá mé anseo le Damian. Ceithre cinn de chuid cairde a bhí i ndiaidh timpiste ghluaisteáin. Ceann acu atá anseo, agus an triúr eile ag an ospidéal St Thomas '.
Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I looked back to see Damo standing there looking like a kid who just got a lollipop and cotton candy at the same time. He motioned for me to come back inside and then went back in the hospital.
Me: Caithfidh mé dul anois. Damian mian mo shúile.
I heard her laugh on the other end of the phone and she said, "Bhí sé go deas caint leat arís Keith."
Me: Bhí sé go deas ag caint leat arís chomh maith.
Caitríona: Slán agat.
Me: Slán..
I hung up the phone and walked back into the hospital where Damo jumped out from around the corner of the entryway and almost yelled in my ear that Natie could go home the next day.
*pause*
Me: She can go home?!
Damian nodded like those bobble head novelty toys and dashed off to the lift. I just smiled at his eagerness and walked at a normal pace, thinking about the conversation I had with Caitríona. 'At least she isn't mad at me,' I thought with relief. 'I wonder if she still looks the same?'
Damo's POV
(This first line is gonna sound cheesy but I thought it would be a little bit cute.) I skipped (I mean that literally) into Natie's hospital room and over to the bed and threw my arms around her. (She is sitting up, don't worry.)
Natie: I'm so glad I get to go home tomorrow! I miss my house, and my books, and my room, and even the neighbour's dogs!
Me: I was beginning to think the doctors would never let you leave. I think they like having you around. You're a pleasant person to be around.
Natie: I guess that's why your arms are still around me, huh?
She smiled at me brightly and I felt my face heat up. Her eyes got a little wider and her smile got bigger and it looked like she was trying to not laugh.
Damo: I know. I'm blushing. It doesn't happen often, so zip it.
Natie *trying harder to not laugh*: I wasn't going to say anything! *trying harder* Honest!
It looked like she was finally beating the laughter when Keith had to walk in and look at us with the one expression on his face that could make Natie lose her composure.
5 minutes later
Keith: I swear I didn't know my face could set her off like that! How long has she been laughing?
Emmet and I: Five minutes.
Keith: Are you sure the nurse didn't give her anything that causes uncontrollable laughter?
I looked at Keith incredulously.
Keith: I'll take that as a no.
AN: Spell check just won't work for me right now. Too much of a post I suppose. Sorry for any mistakes!
AN2: I find that I love ending updates with something Keith says. IDKY.