The feeling that rushed over him was so amazing. The relaxation that he was experiencing was like none other that he had before.
Taylor was currently walking down the road downing muscle relaxers like potato chips. They filled him with such joy. Now, as he walked down the road, everything was still except for him. The stoned blond boy didn't know that he was walking in the middle of the road with cars passing by quickly on both sides of him.
He only stopped walking when he reached into the bag to get another muscle relaxer and there weren't anymore. He looked down at the bag and shook it then turned it upside down. Tay fell to the ground when it became apparant that there were no more.
Everything started to spin as the ground got nearer. His eyes closed and darkness became his shadow and savior.
He spent the time that she wasn't there trying to figure out who the hell she was. He spent the time she was there merely enjoying her company. Zac knew he was closer to getting out of his coma and he knew that it was all because of her.
Every time he heard her voice, Zac felt a little closer to the world that surrounded, but did not include, him. When she said goodbye, it didn't make him feel alone. It left him fulfilled.
She was spending time with him that she didn't have to. He wanted out of this coma so that he could tell her that it wasn't her fault. He wanted to convince her that he loved her because of the things she had said, the fact that she was there more often than the total amount of time that his family was there.
He wanted to hold her. To kiss her. He wanted to know her name. He didn't care what she looked like. He just wanted to know her.
"Hello?"
Her voice was music to his ears. "Krystle? It's Isaac. Do you have time to talk?"
She let out a breath into the telephone. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"
He pushed his hair back and began. "Krys, I can't believe I've put you through this. I'm a stupid idiot sometimes. I don't care if it's not my kid and that you fooled around with some other guy. I mean, I care, but not enough to end this wonderful relationship. I still want to marry you and I want to raise that kid with you, whether it's mine or not."
He heard a happy sob eminate from the reciever. "Isaac, there's something that I have to tell you."
He bit his lip in anticipation.
The pain he had when he awoke was nauseating. So nauseating, that he turned his head and let loose with a tremendous Technicolor yawn. Having purged some toxins from his system, he opened his eyes.
Saralynn stood by his head shaking stomach acid from her shirt. He sat up and hurridly said, "Damnit! I'm so sorry. Let me...."
She shook her head. "Taylor, no. You're in the hospital and you just had your stomach pumped. Apparantly you ODed on some drug or other. Y'know, I never would have bothered with you had I known you were a damn druggie."
"What? You can't mean that!"
"The hell I don't. I hate drugs!" Then in a softer voice,"They killed my father."
"How?"
"How the hell do you think? Drugs kill you no matter how careful you are. Snort a grain of cocaine one night, you could still be dead from it the next morning."
"You can?" This was news to him.
"Hell yeah you can. Please tell me you'll go to rehab. If not, then goodbye. If so, then we'll go out on a date after you get out. K?"
The tear that ran down her cheek made his decision obvious. "Of course. Anything for you."
She walked over to him and kissed his forehead. "Thank you. I only wish my father had said the same. By the way, I'm here because you collapsed just as my mom and I were driving by."
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as she pulled her shirt over her head revealing that she was a typical Hanson fan and had not been wearing a bra. His eyes were riveted to her chest.
She lifted her arms above her head and arched her back in a languid stretch, knowing full well that he was watching. She let her arms fall to her sides and bit her lip shyly noticing that the blanket had risen a bit around his lap.
"Why did you do that?" he asked with shock in his eyes.
"Well, I've got to wash my shirt off. Besides, this is just an incentive to make sure that you follow through with your promise. I'm looking forward to our date."
He muttered, "Me too," as she walked half-naked into the bathroom to wash his stomach acid off of her shirt. He lay back and let out shaky breaths thinking of only her.
"Zac, how can I tell you how sorry I am? It's all my fault," she said, obviously in emotional pain.
He had to stop her from doing this. He took a deep breath and fought through the fog that held him in this darkness.
Every time he felt a little closer to the real world, it pushed him back, almost teasingly. He pushed harder. The fog began to clear. He could her the girl saying, "If only I hadn't left that oil there. You would be all right."
He reached up and pulled the oxygen mask from his face. "It's not your fault."
She gasped. He opened his eyes, but the darkness still prevailed.
"This child inside me... It is yours. I know I said it wasn't, but it is. I knew you loved me but I had to make sure that something stupid wouldn't pit us against one another. I love you more than I love life itself and I could never let another man touch me like that when I have that knowledge."
"Krystle..... Can I come over?"
"Please do. I've missed you so much. I've wanted to tell you this for so long, but I had to make sure. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Or if you want to be sorry, wait 'til I get there, and we can be sorry together. Okay?"
"Sure. I'll be waiting."
"Okay. C'ya then."
"Bye."
He hung up the phone and headed to get his coat. He missed her so much.
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