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First, Best and Always	By : Ravenswing14337 Category: Individual Celebrities > Vin Diesel Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vin Diesel. This work is completely fictional, and is not meant to harm Mr. Diesel in any way. This story is written just for fun no harm is intended and no profit is made. I do not own Vin; Duke University Hospital or Chic

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Chapter 57 – Patience Rewarded

Seven ½ hours had passed and Chris and Raven were now pacing the waiting room floor. Vin had tried off and on during that time to try and get them to eat and to rest, but neither was willing to leave even for a second. He’d finally gotten Raven to acquiesce to having a cup of coffee and a doughnut from the hospital coffee shop, and was about to go and get it for her when the elevator doors opened and Eric stepped out. Looking as though he’d just been in the battle of a lifetime the exhausted doctor walked slowly towards them, a crooked smile on his face.

Raven was the first one up off the chairs; she ran to Ric with a question flying on the wind…

“How is he?” she asked anxiously.

Eric looked at her lovingly, smile growing and responded…

“He’s fine, the surgery went well, they’re wheeling him down to ICU as we speak.

“Yes!” Vin shouted as he made a fist and drew it down through the air in a sign of victory. Eric just smiled, looking back at Raven and Chris he admonished, “He’s still got a long way to go, he’s not out of the woods yet, but at least we’ve given him a fighting chance.” “We relieved the pressure the fluid buildup was causing, now we wait – the next 24 hours will tell the tale.”

“But he’s going to be all right…right Ric?” Chris questioned.

“I wish I could tell you that was true…really I do, but it’s out of our hands now Chris.” “Now it’s up to him.” “If his strength holds…then he’s got a good chance, but I have to warn you…he was weak, very weak and he lost a fair amount of blood through this ordeal what with the other surgeries.” “All we can do now is watch him, and pray – and hope that maybe my father can find a way to help him.”

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It was 9:45 p.m. Craig had been in the Intensive Care Unit for over three hours now. Raven, Chris, Vin and Eric had been taking turns keeping a non-stop vigil. Shortly after his operation Craig had taken a turn for the worse and despite all their efforts he lingered now on the brink of death. It appeared that the massive loss of blood from his earlier injuries was proving to be just too much. No matter what the doctors tried to do his body just wasn’t responding to it. Raven sat in a corner of the room like a zombie, running a brush through the same section of her hair over and over again. When Eric entered the room she never even looked up to acknowledge his presence, she sat, brush in hand staring off into space. Eric took up a seat next to the bed and checked the monitors once again. Everything in the operating room had gone like clockwork, no hitches, no unforeseen problems – a perfect surgery, and it still looked as if the patient was going to die.

Ric was exhausted, he’d been on his feet without a break ever since they’d arrived in North Carolina, add to that 7 ½ hours of surgery and another three hours of waiting and pacing and it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. Gently he took Craig’s hand in his, and closing his eyes tried to will some of his strength to the quietly sleeping boy. Closing his eyes he slowly drifted off to sleep – to sleep and dream an all to prophetic dream.

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“It’s funny how sometimes you can tell when you’re dreaming” this was the thought that ran through Eric’s head as he walked down a path he’d never seen before. He knew he was dreaming because everything around him was black and white, and he smiled to himself as he thought “I usually dream in color.” As he followed the path he could see a figure up ahead of him; as he drew closer the image became clearer and he knew it to be that of his father. He was just standing there in the middle of the path with a strange ‘pleased’ smile on his face, and then he spoke…

“Of all my sons you are the one most like me.” “I cannot begin to tell you how proud I have always been of you, but never so much as on the day you said you would walk the path of the medicine men.”

Eric smiled, and tried to speak but as is so often true in dreams his lips moved but nothing came out. He tried to move towards his father, but for some reason he seemed to be getting further and further away. Looking up at his dad, their eyes met and suddenly he knew. He tried to scream “No!,” but no sound would come out of his mouth. It was then that he saw her, standing off to the side of the path –- Wa-sna-win (Storm Woman), his mother Amanda. She looked so beautiful, so young, not a gray hair on her head, and as he looked back to his father he could see that he too had undergone some kind of transformation. They were standing there now, hand in hand, his father in a crisply ironed white shirt and jeans wearing a black Stetson hat, and his mother – looking at him as if he was the only man on the planet. They turned then and with one last lingering look at Eric headed off together down the path.

Eric sat up with a start, wide awake and in a cold sweat. He stared at the clock on the wall, it was exactly 12:37 a.m. and all the alarms attached to Craig were going off. The sound of the monitors roused Raven from her trancelike state, as Vin and Craig rushed into the room. Moving quickly to the bedside, they watched as Eric rang the call button and moved to administer CPR, but his hands were stayed, as he saw Craig open his eyes and heard him speak in clear and definite Lakota…a language the boy had never learned…

“Do not grieve for me Little Elk, my time here is done.” “Know that I have loved you, all of you with a heart that knows no bounds.” “My beloved Wa-sna-win awaits, understand that I go to a better place and I go without regret.”

As the words reached Eric’s ears he began to scream “No!” “No you can’t go, it’s too soon!”

There was momentary panic in the room as the boy flat lined, Vin tried to calm Raven to no avail as the doctors rushed into the room and began their resuscitation efforts. Over and over they tried, again and again they shocked his body with the paddles, and after 10 minutes they stopped, knowing there was nothing else they could do, and called the code. They pronounced Craig dead at 12:47 a.m.

As the doctors left the room, Raven and Craig stood there disbelieving, Vin dissolved into tears and Eric slowly backed away from the bed. Moments that seemed like hours passed when suddenly the monitor began to beep a steady rhythm of a heartbeat and Craig slowly opened his eyes. Raven, Vin and Chris were ecstatic with joy. Eric continued to slowly back away from the bed with a blank disoriented stare on his face as tears streamed down his cheeks and he sank to the floor in the corner.

As they crowded around the bedside Chris was the first to notice Eric saying “Ric…Ric what’s wrong?”

Raven was beaming as she gently took Craig’s hand repeating over and over again “It’s a miracle, it’s a miracle!” “ Isn’t it wonderful Eric?” It was then that she turned and noticed for the first time the look on his face…a look she’d seen on him only once before.

“Oh no, no…” she said as she leaned back against the bed to balance herself, as her legs threatened to go weak beneath her. Vin slowly began to take notice, “What’s wrong?” he asked as he watched Raven move towards Eric. Slowly she picked up the brush she’d been holding from the floor and moved to Eric’s side on the floor, cradling him in her arms. Watching this Vin again became agitated, this was just the last straw as far as he was concerned. Here, her brother had literally just come back from the dead and her attention was turned on Eric. He demanded to know “What’s wrong with him now?”

Raven responded with softly spoken words “Be quiet..everyone just be quiet.”

At that moment Raven’s cell phone began to ring and Chris walked over and pulled it out of her purse to answer it. It was Aaron on the other end, asking to speak to Eric.

“Raven it’s Aaron, he wants to speak to Ric.”

“Tell him it’s okay, he already knows.”

“Knows what?” Vin said agitated.

“He already knows…his father…” she paused almost not knowing how to say the words, looking Vin in the eye as the tears began to stream down her face she said…“Standing Elk is dead.”

Then gently, tenderly…she turned her attention back to Eric and slowly began to brush his tangled hair...
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