Random, You're My Hero

BY : kialamite
Category: Reality TV > Jackass
Dragon prints: 1139
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

As I find myself distracted by a program that I would never admit to watching, a nurse enters my haven. I realise that I have started shaking in anticipation and fear of what she would tell me. This thought quickly leaving my mind as I noticed the nurse shocked to find me awake.

“Well hello to you, how are you feeling?” she asked in a quiet, mouse-like voice.

I open my mouth to reply, only to find no sound coming out. The nurse, that I now knew as ‘Michelle’ from her name tag, saw my struggle to reply and the expression of fear when I had failed, started to re-assure me.

“Don’t worry, love, you’ve been unconscious, and not spoken, for a few weeks now. You have to allow your throat to re-adjust.”

Checking the machinery around me, she left notes on a board at the foot of my bed, and started to retreat from the room. She was the first person I had met. I needed her to answer my questions before I, and I was scared that I would, go crazy. "p..pll...please?". the sound was unrecognisable to me. A hoarse, yet deep, croak. The tears started pooling in my eyes, unable to hide my sudden panic and unease.

She looks down at the watch on her wrist, smiles, then turns back towards my bed. Carefully sitting on the edge, she gently takes my hand into hers and caresses it in a soothing, mothering manner.

"calm down, sweetheart. everything will be fine. I'm going to go get someone to call your family, they've been worried sick about you, and then I will come straight back, okay?" she gives me a minute to take that in and then she continues "I'm about to finish my shift, so I will stay with you as long as you want me to".

Thinking I probably couldn't manage to speak again, my throat already starting to ache, I simply nod and give her a genuine, appreciative smile.

Leaving me to collect my thoughts, she walked out of the room. It was then that I realised what she had said. "my family". Do I want them here? Too late now, I suppose that I would have to meet them sometime and this was as better a time than any. I look down to my hand, which the nurse had gently replaced at the side of my body when she left, and I found myself in shock, noticing a gold band on my ring finger.

I'm married...

Coming back into the room, Michelle had a mischievous smile on her face, making me forget temporarily about the ring. "that boy of yours is a sure handful, isn't he? He was in here every day waiting by your bedside for a whole week before his mother cracked it completely and banned him from coming back until he'd slept a decent night's sleep." she giggled, then abruptly became silent when she saw the confusion still on my face.

Suddenly horrified, she asked "do you know who you are?", already suspecting my answer. I shake my head slowly, and she looks like she is about to cry. I beat her to it though, as the tears freely pour down my face and my body shakily taking in deep breaths.

Immediately picking up my hand into hers again, she tries to calm me down and stop crying, but I can't stop the tears. "it's okay, you never know, it could only be temporary. You probably just need something familiar to kick start your memories again" trying to be confident as she said it.

My hand being held immediately reminded me about the ring that I had found moments before she returned. Before I lost the courage to do so, I lifted my hand from hers and held it up, as a silent question.

At first she didn't understand, so I pointed at the band. With her sadness still showing, "I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't know. You'll have to ask your family when they get here. Or do you want me to ask them? save your throat."

Opening my mouth to say thank you, I was interrupted by someone bursting through the door. "RYAN!!"

A mop of brown curls and piercing blue eyes charges into my room and scares the living daylights out of me. Unconsciously I try to scramble back to stay away from the maniac but, in the process, feel as though my insides have been put through a mincing machine. Instinctively curling up to try and stop the pain, tears once again flooding onto the linen under me, the intruder just stops, his angelic eyes welling up, tainted by the sight before him.

"Ry?” He looks between Michelle and I, searching for answers. Michelle squeezes my hand, and leads him outside of the room, and I appreciate it, because to be quite honest, that man scared me.



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