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Scene 11 By Sarah Lubin
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Doug slept in the waiting room with his head on Judy's shoulder. Murphy and Judy were the only ones awake. Capt. Fueller had gone
home to get some rest and Harry slept in one of the chairs. Judy stroked Doug's hair to help him sleep. Murphy was reading a teen
magazine.
"So, how old are you, Murphy?" asked Judy, quietly.
"Fifteen." Murphy answered without looking up. She smiled. "Hey, did you know that Dom DeLuise is doing another movie with some
very fine guy."
Judy giggled. "That's something new." She heard Doug mumble something, but he remained sound asleep. "Where are you from?"
"Toronto." answered Murphy. She looked at the clock on the wall.
Judy raised her brow. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was kidnapped." Murphy put the magazine down and hugged her knees to her chest. "My parents must be having a field day right now
trying to get tickets down here."
Judy nodded. "I heard your parents are divorced."
Murphy shook her head. "My dad was an officer and he was killed when I was little."
"Oh...I'm sorry." said Judy. She moved her shoulder alittle and Doug opened his eyes.
"What time is it?" asked Doug. He sat up and rubbed his head.
Murphy looked at the clock again. "It's one in the morning."
Doug nodded and yawned. "How long was the surgery supposed to be?"
"Five hours." answered Harry as he woke up.
Murphy stood up and stretched. "That long? What's in him? A whole gun?"
Doug got a frightened look on his face. "Don't say that."
Murphy roleld her eyes. "I was kidding, Doug." She sat down and crossed her arms.
A doctor walked into the waiting room. "Who's Douglas Penhall?"
Doug stood up. "I am."
"Are you a friend of Tom Hanson?" asked the doctor.
Doug nodded. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
The doctor shook his head. "He's in a coma....from the loss of blood. I don't know if he'll make it through the night. We need
someone to donate the blood type O."
Murphy looked at the doctor. "That's my blood type."
The doctor looked the Murphy. "Are you willing to donate some blood?"
Murphy nodded. "Sure." She stood up and walked over to the doctor.
"We'll be back in an hour." said the doctor as he lead Murphy out of the waiting room.
Doug grunted. "I think she's Tom's sister."
"Who?" asked Harry.
"Murphy." answered Doug in a low voice.
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Scene 12 by Sarah Lubin
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Murphy was pushed into the room by Doug. She stumbled into Tom's
hospital room and almost fell against the bed. She looked at Doug and
glared. "You are a big dumbass, Doug!"
With a roll of his eyes, Doug walked over to Tom's bedside. He sat down
in the chair and sighed. "What is it like to be in a coma?"
Murphy shrugged and sat on the bed. "You probably are in blackness and
you can hear people's voices faintly."
Doug shrugged. "Geez, Tom looks worst than I thought he did." He
glanced over at Murphy. "So, was he nice to you?"
"Who?" asked Murphy. She swung her legs.
Doug motioned at Tom. "Him."
Murphy nodded with a beaming smile. "He was like a big brother. He has
a good sense of humor." She looked out the window. "And he's so
brave." Murphy finished with a crack of her voice.
Doug stood up and sat next to Murphy. She had tears streaming down her
cheeks, but she didn't cry aloud. Doug wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her to him. "Oh, geez, Murphy. Please don't cry."
Murphy laughed. She wiped her eyes and leaned her head on Doug's chest.
"I'm sorry. I probably scared Tom." Murphy looked at Tom.
He was so pale, it was unhuman. His dark brown hair matted and it made
him look even paler. Tom had a reporator, an IV line, a tube going up
his nose, and a thing on his index finger to montior his heart. His
chest rose and fell so slowly. He was completely lifeless. Tom had a
bandage on his forehead and under the hospital grown was a bandage on
his shoulder....under it was stitches.
Murphy and Capt. Fueller had continued CPR until the ambulance came.
They had gotten a pulse ten minutes after, then he began to breath after
twenty minutes. The doctors said he would have brain damage or he would
die in his sleep.
It had been two days since Tom arrived at the hospital and he hadn't
died....yet. Doug and Murphy had stayed over night without a night of a
peaceful sleep. Doug was cranky and Murphy was cry every two seconds.
Judy walked into the room and saw the two. "Aw....this is a Kodak
moment!"
Doug frowned at Judy and motioned her to beat it. Judy walked over to
the bed and sat next to Doug.
"So, how are the both of you holding up?" asked Judy.
Murphy shrugged. "I'm okay."
Doug shrugged and rested his head on Murphy's.
"Are you guys hungry?" asked Judy. She stood up.
Doug's eyes looked at Judy. "Get us something with caffine."
"Will do." said Judy. "You want to come Doug?"
Doug stood up and followed Judy. Murphy laid down on the bed, her head
on Tom's chest and her hand holding his.
Tom could have sworn that he heard Murphy and Doug talking. Had Murphy
gotten help and gotten him out of that horrible place? He felt tried
and weak. Tom let himself stay in the darkness to rest, peacefully.
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Part 13 by Sarah Lubin
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Murphy's mother ran into the waiting room with her step-brother. Doug
saw them. He walked over to them and show them his badge.
"Are you the man who called us?" asked Mrs. Douglass.
Doug nodded. "Yup. Officer Doug Penhall." He motioned them to follow
him to Tom's room.
Murphy was asleep in the chair. Doug's coat was drapped over her
shoulders. Mrs. Douglass walked up to her daughter and tapped her
knee. Murphy woke up and hugged her mom.
"Oh, my little girl." Mrs. Douglass whispered. "I was so worried about
you." She kissed Murphy's forehead. "What happened to your eye?"
Murphy grinned. "I was hit with a baseball." The bruise had lightened
up. Three black and blue spots were on her lid of her eye.
"Oh, Murphy." Mrs. Douglass stood up and saw Tom. "Who's that?"
"That's Tom." said Murphy. She slipped her hand under Tom's hand. "He
was shot."
Doug was pained when Murphy said that. Her voice was low and soft. She
had to be Tom's sister. She looked like him and she was him.....but a
girl version.
Tom heard some voices. He decided since Death wasn't going to pay a
visit, he'd walk on out of the darkness. Tom forced his eyes open. He
was positive Murphy was there with Doug.
Mrs. Douglass had gone to get some coffee for herself, Doug, and Kevin,
Murphy's step-brother (who was a few years older than Tom) and a coke
for Murphy. Kevin had gone with Doug to get some food. Murphy sat in
the chair, reading a magazine. She glanced over at Tom and looked at
away. She did a double take. Tom's eye begin to flutter open, slowly.
"Oh god." Murphy scrammbled to find the call button. She pressed it
and stumbled on Tom. She laughed so she wouldn't start crying.
Doug can in and saw Murphy cracking up. "What happened?"
Murphy wiped the tears from her eyes. "He....woke....he woke up."
Murphy began to laugh hysterically.
Doug raised his brow and picked Murphy up off the bed. Tom was unaware
that Murphy thought the whole thing was funny. He was completely
dazed. Doug looked at Murphy.
"It isn't that funny." Doug said. He tried not to cry. He, instead,
began to laugh.
***
(three weeks later)
Tom slept at his desk. The phone rang in his ears, causing him to wake
up. He, groggily, answered the phone.
"21 Jump Street, Officer Tom Hanson, speaking." said Tom with a yawn
and a rubbed of his eyes.
"Hey!" said a excited voice of a girl.
"Who's this?" asked Tom. He yawned again.
"Murphy, you bumbeling idiot!" said Murphy over the phone.
Tom woke. "Murphy!" He frowned. "You shouldn't be calling me at work,
kid."
Doug walked by the desk and mouthed "who is it?". Tom wrote the answer
on a piece of paper. Doug read it and smiled.
"Let me talk to her." said Doug.
Tom shook his head. "You go have her call you at home."
"Who's there?" asked Murphy.
"No one, just Doug." Doug made a grab at the phone. Tom moved. "Go
away." He pouted and turned around. "So how's school?"
"Please?" Doug began to whined.
Tom ingored him.
"It's good. I made honor roll and our formal is coming up." said
Murphy. "Remember in May, you haul your ass to Toronto."
Tom nodded with a smile and he saw Capt. Fueller. "I need to go,
Fueller's coming. I'll call you later tonight."
"Okie dokie!" said Murphy. "Bye." She hung up. Tom sat down at his
desk and shooed Doug away. He continued his paper work.
Fueller walked up to Tom. Tom looked up. "Yes sir?"
"Who called you? Was it Murphy?" asked Fueller.
Tom nodded with a bright smile.
"How's she doing?" asked Fueller. He sat on Tom's desk.
"Made honor roll." said Tom.
"How's your day going?" asked Fueller.
Tom shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "It's just another day."
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