LOGAN'S POV
And then silence, a silence, broken by sobs, soft sobs as a voice I recognize feels my body.
"Logan? Logan?" the voice sobs, "wake up, wake up, please" the voice pleads as the hands continue to tap my cheeks and shake my shoulders, lightly before it gets rougher.
"Stanley? Stanley, help me please!" The voice continue to plead, calling out to Stanley. Stanley!
Other voices coming towards me, us. "Open from here" a man's voice that I don't recall, shouts.
The sound of iron being wrenched. A door, a door opening. Where am I? This burning in my back. My neck as I feel my shirt starting to get moist.
"There's three in here," a voice shouts.
"Ma'am are you okay" the man voice asks softly
The voice that I remember, "yes, yes I'm fine, but he.. he.. my husband" the voice cries. "please help him, please" the voice pleads sobbing. my wife, my wife.
"Please Logan you promised, you promised you won't leave me too" the cries become louder and much more intense.
"Ma'am, you're bleeding, come let's help you out and we'll look after him too" the man says gently as if he's communicating with a child.
"No!" the voice, she,. my wife shouts. "Help him first, then Stanley" she says. "Stanley!" she shouts again.
"Ma'am, we need to.." the man was saying, before he was cut off.
"I will get out of this car when you take them out" she says in a softer, demanding tone, as she sobs softly, hugging me. "Please help him" she cries softly.
I suddenly felt myself being shifted, but unable to open my eyes. I feel her letting me go.
"Open the front, take him out" a man instructs as I felt myself being lifted.
"I'm coming with him" the voice I now know belonging to my wife said firmly.
"Ma'am you need attention, you're bleeding" a man's voice said, while I felt myself being hoisted. "That's one stubborn wife this man's got" I heard a man above my head mutter.
"Stanley, is Stanley okay" she asks, her voice becoming a distant sound to me.
"Grab her, before she hits her head." a man's voice shouts.
Another voice shouts, "She's covered in blood, she's been hit too! Bring me a f***ing stretcher now!" the man shouts.
She's been hit, she's bleeding, she's hurt. My wife....
My chest, my chest, it's painful. It's coming out of my chest.
My chest. I'm feeling as if someone is pounding it, "we nearly lost him"a man chuckles in the background, as I'm being probed and pricked. My nose and my mouth is covered.
"Stay with me man" the voice says above my head. "I don't think I can handle your wife's wrath" the man murmured softly. "Just stay with me" he encourages me.
Breathe, breathe, just breathe. I tell myself. I'm not hearing her anymore, where is she? What happened to my wife?" I screamed but no one answered me. I continued to drift.
"Jamie! Darn you Jamie! I told you never to lock me out of our bedroom and bathroom!" I shouted. "Jamie!" I continue to shout, but she isn't opening the door. "Jamie, I'll kick the door down and then you'll have no door again" I shout, raising my foot but it won't raise. What the f**k.."Jamie I need some help here" I shout again. "Jamie open the door this minute" I shouted at her. She was silent. She would never be silent. She would answer me. She would never close a door on me for so long. If she's not in our bedroom then where is she? She'll never go out without informing me.
Voices, I hear voices.
"He's the same as yesterday Mrs Daniels, no change. he's has no reason to still be in this coma. It's as if he's waiting for someone to give him a wake up kiss!" the voice of the unknown man chuckles.
Finally, Jamie, Jamie Scott Daniela. What's he talking about wakeup?
"Well isn't it a good thing his one true love accompanied a frail old lady like myself to the hospital this morning" the frail old lady said, my grandmother, Mrs Daniels.
My one true love, the other Mrs Daniels.
"Uh huh?" I heard the man respond uncertainly.
"Angela honey, seems like Logan's waiting for a wake up kiss from you" my grandmother says, to Angela? Angela? My one true love? Where the f**k is Jamie? My one true love.
I felt a cold disgusting peck on my lips. Yuk! Janie! I need detergent! I need mouth wash! Where's my Jamie.
Where's Justin? He'll bring Jamie to me. I need Justin. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.
"Mr. Daniels, Mr Daniels", I open my eyes to see a elderly lady, in all white, watching me with a wide grin in her face.
" Finally you're back" she says. The doctor is on his way." she informs me, putting a piece of ice to my lips.
Realizing I'm thirsty, I opened my mouth sucking it in, as she goes to put another, that I greedily sucked in too.
"My wife, where's my wife? I need her" I whispered hoarsely, to the motherly looking nurse,. A man in a white doctor's coat walks in beaming happily at me.
"Welcome back, Mr Daniels. your family would be so happy. Let me examine you before calling them" the doctor said, pulling a pen from his pocket, flicking the light on.
Trying to lift myself up, falling back on the pillow that's beneath my head.
"Jamie, please call her" I ask the nurse, weakly.
"Relax Mr. Daniels, let the doctor examine you and Justin will be here soon" she responded in a soft kind tone.
Closing my eyes. I'm at the doctors. But why? Why didn't Jamie accompany me to the doctor's?
"I don't need Justin, I need Jamie," I responded weakly.
"Thanks man, I feel that" Justin smiles through happy tears.
"What, happened?"