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The Ultimate Take That Story COMPLETE	By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 5447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Take That. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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21.

Ringing in his ears and a splitting headache was what Justin felt first when he came round. He couldn’t move and tried to make sense to where he was. He was not inside, he was outside, his eyes were squeezing against the sunlight. Somewhere close by, people were counting out loud. The cold fresh air felt nice against his skin. Something was placed over his mouth, it helped him breath better and made him a little dizzy.
“One, two, three, four, five…breath!”
“Not responsive, no pulse.”
“Defibrillation is here, please cease CPR.”
“Loading, clear area please.”
Justin heard it all but it failed to register in his brain. The oxygen he received through the mask was helping him clear his mind and suddenly his mind flashed back into shock as images of the explosion surfaced.
“Charlotte…” he tried to speak but no sound came from his mouth. A horrible stab of pain seemed to split his chest in two and the pain was so real that his stomach turned.
“We need to intubate now, pulse is faint but present.”
Justin tried with all his might to move and sit up but a wave of nausea kept him from doing anything and he closed his eyes against the pain, grunting low in agony.
“Sir?” He felt a hand in his hand and opened one eye simply because two was impossible.
“Sir, you’ll be alright. You have an oxygen mask and talking will probably be difficult, if you understand me please squeeze my hand.”
Justin squeezed.
“Good, you have carbon dioxide poisoning and that is why it is vital to keep the oxygen mask on for now, you are also immobilised because you have broken at least a few bones that is why you cannot move ok?”
Justin squeezed again.
“We will move you to Manchester General Hospital in a minute where we will contact a family member.”
Justin tried to protest but sound refused to come out of his mouth.
“Charlotte, how..where…Charlotte,” was all he finally was able to squeak
“We are doing everything that we can Sir.”
He felt himself being lifted of the ground and as the pain of his injuries, the dizziness of the oxygen and the seriousness of this accident overwhelmed him he drifted off again.
“He’s gone again.” The ambulance nurse shut the door and signed to the driver that they could go.

***

When Jonathan came walking into the rehearsal room with three policemen, Jason knew they’d come for him.
“Jay?” Jonathan asked and he swallowed.
“It’s Charlotte right? Tell me what happened!” Jason stood up and walked towards the policemen, a strange sense was taking over his body, the feeling of absolute despair and fear.
“Please tell me she is ok..” he now whispered to the policemen.
“Mr. Orange,” the oldest of the three spoke, his face friendly but serious, “there has been an accident at your residence and your twin brother and girlfriend are seriously injured. We have a few questions for you.”
But Jason was in no state to answer questions, he knew immediately that this was not an accident and the police didn’t think so either.
“Who the hell is fucking with my life?” In despair Jason shouted to the policemen and nobody in particular as he clenched his fists in disbelief and helplessness.
“I need to see them, now!” Jason grabbed his car keys and was already racing to the door when Gary stopped him.
“I’ll drive you Jay,” Gary took the car keys from Jason and signed at Jonathan that he’d call if he knew more.
James handled things with the police and he nodded his head towards Jason, “Go, they need you.”

When he arrived at the hospital, he was greeted by his mother who was in tears.
“Oh God Jason, I am so terrified.” She fell into her sons arms and started sobbing, Jason had to try very hard not to cry along with her.
“What did the doctors say mum?”
“I dunno, I mean I know but I didn’t understand and they wouldn’t tell me a lot, for God’s sake they have them both in surgery!”
Jason’s mum was very upset and Jason had to calm her down again as Gary promised he would find out what was going on.

***

“They were in a very serious gas explosion, awfully lucky that the neighbour had seen Justin and Charlotte arrive at the house so when the whole thing blew up he immediately called 999. They found them both on the floor with serious breathing problems. Both have carbon dioxide poisoning, Charlotte also has burns on her throat because she inhaled the heat to deep, she is in surgery right now where she is having a bronchoscopy,” Gary told them all he knew, “which basically means that they look at her throat and airway to see how much damage there is and see if they can fix anything. They will do one on Justin later, just to be sure. They will both have to have HBO, which is a treatment in a special compressed chamber so that the air they breath has more oxygen than normal which should help them recover more quickly.”

“But they will be fine right?” Jason felt that Gary was holding something back, as if he was saving the worst for last.

“Justin has broken his arm and several ribs, it will take time but that will heal. He also has some third degree burns on his legs which they are treating right now. If would’ve been worse if it had been on his upper body, this way the burns are furthest away from his vital organs which apparently is less dangerous but still, very painful.”
Jenny Orange gasped, “Oh God, my baby” and grasped Jason’s arm.
“And Charlotte?” Jason’s throat was dry as he asked.
“Jay, her condition is very serious. Because of the lack of oxygen, she had a cardiac arrest. They had to shock her twice to get her heart going again. They have no idea yet what the damage is to her brain, they will run all sorts of tests today but until she wakes up nothing can be said with certainty.”
“The poor girl,” Jenny whispered and Jason swallowed. He looked at Gary who found it hard to see the pain and the fear in his friends eyes.
“I’m so sorry Jay,” Gary finally said, lowering his eyes.
Jason nodded, not knowing what to do with himself, he sat down on one of the seats his mother had been sitting in before they arrived.
Slowly, the words of Gary fell into place and he understood the gravity of these words. When his mother wrapped her arms around him, he lost it and cried bitter, painful tears of despair.

***

The nurse who had been walking in and out of Justin’s room, finally came to collect Jenny and Jason.
“He’s awake, but has trouble talking and he’s heavily sedated so he may sound a little drowsy,” she told them as they entered the darkened private room. “Also, he’s just been in one of our HBO chambers so he might be very tired and light headed but I figured you really wanted to see him for a moment.”
Jenny looked at the nurse with a thankful look on her face as she grabbed Jason’s hands and squeezed it with all her might.
Jason never even felt it, the sight of his brother in the bed was disturbing to say the least. Justin’s hair had nearly all disappeared, the heat had burned most of it off, the right side of his face where he had collided with the wall, was black and blue and his brow was swollen. He was wearing a strange sort of corset, which was protecting him from the pain of his two broken and four heavily bruised ribs and also kept his arm in place which was broken on five different places. His left leg was covered in bandages up to his upper leg, they had taken tissue from his upper leg to close the third degree burns on his calves and feet. He also had an IV and looked generally miserable.
“He’s doing great, for somebody in his position,” the nurse told Jenny who looked at her son as if he lay dead before her, “I know it looks awful, but you must believe me, he’ll be fine.”
She nodded but swallowed as she took her son’s hand in hers.
“Baby, I’ve been so worried,” she sobbed as she saw Justin’s eyes glister with tears.
“Mum,” he whispered with a hoarse voice, glad to recognise someone he loved. His eyes seemed to focus a little more and he scanned the room, as if feeling Jason’s presence.
“I’m sorry,” he said as his eyes locked with his twin. “I should’ve protected her.”
“Shh,” Jason replied, “I don’t want to hear it, I never should’ve let you two go to that damn house, don’t worry about it. How d’you feel?”
“Bruised and battered, but other than that…I actually feel just dead lucky I got out of there in time.”
Jason nodded but the back of his mind knew that Charlotte hadn’t gotten away this lucky.

***

The heart monitor in Charlotte’s room beeped with slow intervals. Two nurses looked at her with big eyes.
“What is this?” One of them asked.
“I don’t know,” the other said.
“Let’s get the doctor over here.”

***

She felt it, she really did. Someone lifted her eyes and shone a bright light in them. Her mind knew it was just one of those small doctor lights that they use all the time at the optician, but it felt like a blow torch was shoved into her eyes. And although she felt that pain, she knew she couldn’t respond. It felt as if her body wasn’t there, she looked at herself from within. She heard him talk but didn’t understand, she felt the pain but couldn’t place it.
She blinked. It was all she could do, nothing moved, she couldn’t.
The voices slowly disappeared, the images in front of her eyes melted into nothing and all that was left was the distant awareness of being alive.

***

“I’ve never seen anything like it before,” the nurse looked at the Neurologist and Psychiatrist who were reading the outcome of her tests. Heart film, brain activity all had been measured.
“It is a rather strange outburst, but nothing unusual to this syndrome,” the Psychiatrist explained the Neurologist.
“I’ve never had anyone that came in with this, I never believed the stories around diagnosed patients.”
“It is something you don’t see very often in regular hospitals, much more in psychiatric wards. It is more common amongst bipolars and schizophrenias and then still there is little known about it since most patients are so heavily drugged for their other conditions they cannot explain their actions once recovered.”
“Is it true that patients do the wildest things?”
“There are recordings of patients walking around on two broken legs for hours without complaining about it, but it is the exited form that has those sort of outbursts. This is not an exited form, however, this,” and he pointed at the bed where Charlotte was not lying in but stood in. She was standing on the bed, her hospital robe fluttered round her skinny knees, and her eyes were set into nothingness, “is most definitely Catatonia Syndrome.”

“How do you diagnose such a thing?” the Neurologist asked intrigued by the young woman who had now been standing on the bed, swaying a little at times, for at least an hour now.
“The extreme low heart rate and breathing is one thing and then I bet there is catalepsy.”
“Muscular rigidity?”
“Yes, do you see her arm?”
The Neurologist looked at her right arm, heaved in the air as if protecting her eyes with her arm but it seemed her movement was frozen in mid air.
The Psychiatrist climbed up on the bed, like he had done when checking her pupil activity, and grabbed the other arm moving it up in the air, then he took her right arm and moved it down to where her left arm was before. When he let go, her arms stayed where they were.
Left arm in the air, right arm down.
“Waxy flexibility, catalepsy for sure. You will also see the exact opposite, in which case you cannot move their limbs. Plus, she does not respond to any external stimuli, not talking, not pain while you can see she is most definitely awake. She will move on occasions, maybe even talk a little but she is far, far away. It is caused by posttraumatic stress disorder in this case I would say.”
“Get her on Benzos for now then?”
“Yeah, I will try and explain all this to her boyfriend. Oh, and don’t try to lay her down, won’t work, she’ll just get up again and resume her position.”
“Yeah, we tried to do that three times before we got you two involved,” the nurse admitted shamefully.
“Keep an eye on her though, sometimes they will fall down after being in a position for very long, they have no pain threshold so she will continue for ever, if she becomes a danger to herself or others, we’ll have to tie her down. See if there is a place for her up at Psych.”
The nurses nodded.
“After all she has been through,” one of the nurses sighed as she left the room.

***

“Oh my darling,” Jason whispered as he saw Charlotte, standing in the corner of her room, she had been transferred to the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Jason had scolded at the doctors, Charlotte was not insane! It had taken some time to let Jason see that this sort of care was the best for her. Physically, she had had quit a blow but nothing her young body couldn’t take, the doctor had told him. Her mental state was what worried them most right now, she was heavily medicated by now but her behaviour hadn’t changed yet. She stood their, her eyes set glazy and her knees slightly trembling from the stress her muscles were enduring.
“Can she hear me?” he asked, somewhat nervous of being in the presence of someone who he knew so well, yet she obviously didn’t recognise him. Or her mind didn’t register him. It was like watching someone who didn’t know that she was being watched.
“We don’t know,” the nurse replied, gently nudging Jason towards her, “but talk to her anyway. It might help.” She closed the door behind her as she left Jason alone in the room with Charlotte.
The soft yellow walls, the off-white curtains and the smell of antiseptic soap made Jason’s stomach turn. He noticed the bars outside her window and shivered.
“Charlie?” he’d gotten so close to her that he could take her hand if he wanted, but he hesitated, afraid to touch her, afraid she wouldn’t react or worse; pull back.
Her eyes, still set into nothingness, didn’t react. They didn’t light up like they normally did. All colour had drained from her face and it seemed that even in these few hours she had lost weight. Charlotte was physically there, but her body was more like an empty shell or a faded copy of what she had been before. Her lips sometimes moved a little bit, like you see people in church do when they hum silent prayers to themselves.
Jason was flooded with many emotions, with anger foremost. Why had he let her go to that house? Why hadn’t he been there to protect her? Why hadn’t he been more persuasive with the police to force them to investigate all the strange happenings in his house after the first time? Why her? Why? He couldn’t answer any of those things and he knew he should stop feeling angry with himself because his anger wasn’t able to change this situation. He sat at Charlotte’s bed, staring at her. She didn’t give him one inch of hope of knowing that he was there. He had hoped that when she’d seen him walking into the room she’d had smiled at him and let him hug her. He was fighting his tears again as he realised he’d sat there for a whole hour, without knowing what to do or what to say. His anger turned into fear and sadness as he started talking to her, quietly at first but when she didn’t respond it fed his fear and through his tears he shook her shoulders, shouted at her, pleaded at her all without any effect, until he finally sat at her knees clutching on to her legs and he let the warm tears run down his face. He cried without a sound and searched deep within himself to find the strength to help him cope with this.

***

Gary told Mark and Howard everything when he’d gotten back home. He’d updated Dawn before he’d left the hospital. He felt horrible and useless, not being able to help a friend who obviously was in so much pain pierced through his soul like a hot knife. All rehearsals had been cancelled for now and everyone was feeling really down. There was a huge police investigation going on, and all crew members that had been working with the boys in these early stages of making the tour were all being questioned.

Dawn, Emma and Julia visited Charlotte as much as they could and the lads too made often trips to the hospital, more for Jason than anything else, to support him and be there for him. Jason appreciated his new found friendship with the boys more than ever but he also felt weird about them coming to see his girlfriend who was in such a horrible state. He was still living in Gary’s and Dawn’s house who had insisted on his staying, especially in these circumstances.
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