He searched through his closet for a suitable outfit. It was 6PM Tuesday evening and he was planning for his date that Friday. What kind of guy was he?
A dorky one, that's what kind. He stopped his futile search and went over to lie down on his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, the phone rang.
He sighed. He didn't want to answer the phone, but no one else was home. They had all gone out to eat. He had stayed home stating that he didn't feel well. He got up slowly and answered the phone formally. "Hello. You've reached the Hanson residence. With whom would you like to speak?"
A chipper, female voice on the other end of the line replied with equal formality. "May I speak with Mr. or Mrs. Hanson, please?"
"I'm sorry. They're not available at this time. I'm their son, Taylor. May I take a message?"
"I guess so. This is Hailey Pearl over at Tulsa General. Your brother, Zachary, was brought in earlier this evening."
Up to this point, Taylor had been the doting message taker, but now he dropped the pen he was writing with. "Zac? What happened?"
"Sir, I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. Tell your parents and have them come down here as soon as possible. Your brother is in a coma."
Taylor dropped the phone and fell to the floor in a heap of skin, bones and dark clothing. Damn whoever or whatever had done this.
Zachary Hanson lay in a hospital bed with tubes seemingly protruding from within him and bandages covering a large portion of his body.
He couldn't see and had little to no control over his bodily functions. Cool! This is what it's like to be unconscious!
That thought quickly diminished as he realized the situation. He was in a coma. He heard something to his left. Crying.
Instinct told him that it was one of his family members, but it couldn't be. None of them cried like that. He couldn't tell much from what he heard, but he could tell that the person crying was female. A young female.
"Isaac, please pick up. I've got to talk to you."
He erased Krystle's message from the answering machine with confusion. He didn't know what to do.
He had come home to find Tay sitting on the floor. Tay told him about Zac being in the hospital. His parents had gone to the hospital to see about Zac, while he and Taylor were stuck at home babysitting.
He collapsed in front of the television. He hoped the mindlessness of it all would make him feel better.
"Zac, what the hell did you do to yourself? What happened, man?"
Taylor Hanson sat in a small chair by his brother's bedside. It was about 7AM the day after the phone call. This hospital made him uncomfortable, but he wanted to see Zac. Damn this. I need something to calm me down.
He glanced over at his younger brother, but he had not moved since the last time he had looked. Nothing he could say would elicit a response.
He stood up and walked out of the room. He didn't want to have to deal with this. He continued walking until he was out of the hospital and about a block down the street. It was there that he sat down on a small bench.
Where to now? He smiled a bit. Mike. He would have something. He always did. He stood up and headed on his way.
The darkness was getting on his nerves. Taylor had left a moment earlier. Probably to go get high, he thought sarcastically. He heard a few sobs. That girl was back again.
She spoke this time. "I'm sorry."
She walked over to his bed and stroked his hand. "Zac, I am so sorry. It's all my fault."
He knew that voice. Damn, he knew it, but he couldn't place it. This girl, if only he could see her. Blind as he was, he knew her deep down. If only he could bring to mind that knowledge.
Krystle had called several times. He dared not call her back. He didn't know yet if he would forgive her, but he knew he loved her. He wouldn't tell her yet, though.
Isaac Hanson lay down to think and rest. Krystle was probably the most faithful girl in the world. It was completely abnormal for her to do something like this. Normally, if something happened, she would tell him right away.
Obviously, that hadn't happened this time. She just blurted out to him that she had slept around during their relationship. Unless.....
She could have been raped. That thought echoed through his mind. If she had been raped, then the kid might not be his. She could also have an STD, or two, or three. Had it happened before or after the night they made love?
Forget about it for now. He decided to sleep on it for a night. If he had any doubt about his newfound theory in the morning, he wouldn't call Krystle until the last minute, but if he was sure, he would call her immediately and apologize.
Sleep came that night, but not as easily as he would have hoped.
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