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Scene 17 By Patti
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Fuller came into Tom's room. He stood there for a minute before Dennis
realize he was there.
"Captain?" Dennis inquired. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm going to take over for a while. I want to sit with him."
"Sure." He gathered up his stuff and headed for the door. "Uh, Capt. When
should I come back?"
"Go home and get some rest. I'll stay here for as long as needed."
"All right," with that he left.
Fuller sat down in the chair to Tom and picked up his limp cold hand. As
soon as Fuller touched his hand Tom eyes snapped open. He stared at the
captain with wide-open eyes. He looked so much like a little children, it was
scary.
"Hi, Tom," Captain said simply.
"Hi," Tom croaked back . Suddenly, he cocked his to the side with a curious
look.
"Do you remember me?" Fuller asked.
"Little," Tom said as he squinted his eyes and looked hard at Fuller. With
his
eyes squinted like that, Tom looked like a mouse. Fuller laughed softly at it.
Tom sat up and stared at Fuller with pure fear. Fuller's immediate reaction
was to push Tom back into bed, but he restrained himself to mere words.
"Tom. Relax. It's just me, Fuller. Captain Adam Fuller. You know me,"
Fuller
said.
Tom looked at Fuller and said, "R'member."
"You remember me?" Fuller said hopefully.
Tom nodded.
"Good, good, that's great." Fuller said with a smile. "Do you remember
anything else?"
Tom advert his eyes and thought. He looked back and stared at Fuller with
sad eyes, "No," he decided.
"That's okay. At least you remember something. Anything's good. So, how
do you feel?"
"Tired. Hungry."
"All right. I'm going to go talk to the doctor. Maybe he'll let you have
some
food."
Tom closed his eyes and relaxed into his pillow. Only seconds after his eyes
were closed, they opened again. He sat up and screamed. Well, it wasn't
actually a yell, it was more a strained yelp. But it was enough for Fuller to
make a quick turn and step closer to Tom.
"Tom, what happened?" Tom sat in the bed and struggled to get to his feet.
He couldn't get over the side bars, so he finally gave in to his prison/bed
and laid down. He pulled a blanket up and around himself tightly. He started
crying again. It was sad to see a grown man act like a scared child.
Fuller stepped forward and sat on the edge of Tom's bed and patted his leg.
"It's okay, Tom. It's okay." Fuller sat quietly listening to Tom's sobs and
the
monitor next to him, beeping with the steady rhythm of his heart.
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Scene 18 by Sarah Lubin
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Doug laid in bed, sleeping. He opened his eyes and heard someone
downstairs, rumaging through the cabinets. Doug sat up and got out of
bed with only boxer shorts on. “Who’s down there?”
Dorothy walked into the center of the room and put her hands on her hips
with a frown. “It’s only me, Doug.” She sighed. “Go back to sleep.”
“And who’s house is this, may I remind you.” quipped Doug as he walked
down the stairs and saw Dorothy on the couch with a carton of ice
cream. “That’s my new couch!”
“Oh well.” said Dorothy as she spooned a mouth full of ice cream into
her mouth. “Are you going to bitch and moan or sit down and talk?”
Doug sat down on the couch and shivered. “I’m going to get a shirt.” A
shirt hit him in the face as soon as he finished his sentence.
“Thanks.” grumbled Doug.
Dorothy smiled and continued to eat the ice cream. “So, what do you
want to talk about?”
“Will Tom be okay?” asked Doug.
Dorothy shrugged. “Well, the doctors said....”
“Don’t give a flying fuck what the damn doctors said!” yelled Doug. He
calmed down before continuing. “I want your opinion.”
Dorothy got a look on her face. “My opinion?” She stood up and
crossed her arms. She looked at Doug. “You asked my opinion.”
Doug rolled his brown eyes. “No....you never asked mine.” He grabbed
the ice cream and the spoon.
“Well, I think he’ll be fine after therapy and Prozac. Tom has a head
strong personality and I think he’ll be fine sooner or later.” said
Dorothy. “But....I’m just telling you my “therapist” point of view.”
She smiled.
Doug cocked his head. “You got a degree?” He stood up. “Dr.
Dorothy.....therapist?” He pulled Dorothy into a hug. “Congrads.”
Dorothy grinned. “I honestly think Tom may have flashbacks and all, but
I would keep a careful watch on him just incase of a nervous brakedown.”
“He already had one.” inqueried Doug. He sighed. “It’s my fault that
this happened.”
Dorothy looked at Doug. “What do you say that?”
Doug’s eyes began to well up with tears. “I should have gone down that
alley with him. He asked me, but I said ‘What could possibly happen?’
and he went anyways.” As Doug finished talking he burst out crying.
Dorothy sat him down and cradled him in her arms. “Doug, it wasn’t your
fault. You couldn’t have known that would happen.”
“I should have known that that bastard was in the alley. I should have
known, dammit!” sobbed Doug.
Dorothy sighed. “Things happen for a reason, Doug.”
Doug rested his head on her shoulder. “And they always happen to Tom.”
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Scene 19
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Tom was still in the hospital three weeks later. He was still in the same
lonely bed and same lonely room. His voice had not come back, yet. He could
strain a few words out, but that was about it. The doctor had been in and out
of his room each day. He was getting bored of this room, not to mention
frustrated. Let's see how you feel after twenty- four days of doctors poking
and pinching you, he thought bitterly. Every doctor who came in asked the
same question, "So how are you feeling today, Tom?" "How the f--k do you
think I feel? I was tortured for the last three months," he was always
tempted to say, but instead he would just nodded and stared at them.
Abruptly, the door opened and another doctor he never met came in. "So, how
are you feeling today, Tom?" A smirk touch his lips as he glanced out the
window and didn't even bother looking at the doctor. The doctor paused as he
saw Tom's bitterness. He bit his lip and looked with concern at him. He
sighed and "Okay," he said aloud, "well, I'm here to check your vocal cords.
I heard you haven't be able to speak well."
"Be....glad," he whispered at the doc.
"I'm not even going to ask what that means. I'll just do what I have to do.
You
just sit there and be good."
He nodded and continued to stared out the window.
The doctor came over and put a hand on his throat. Tom jumped and snapped
his attention to the doctor and stared at him, fright showed through his eyes.
The doctor looked at the young man. "Sorry," he whispered. "If only you had
strong cords, I'd ask you what happened. Whatever it was it apparently
touched you." Tom blinked his eyes and softly shook his head and cleared the
glazed that was brought with a sudden memory flash.
"I have to feel your neck, so I can see if there any physical damage."
A tear slipped out of Tom's eye. He wiped it with his hand and turned away
again. The doctor once again touch the man's neck and looked curiously at it.
Tom controlled himself from the automatic flinch that would have happened.
"Now, how'd this happen?" he mumbled as he carefully examined large wounds and
black-and-blue's that covered his neck. "No, don't worry about answering." he
said.
"You're going to need surgery," he said as he straighten up. "It's looks
like your cords have been crushed and your voice box, itself, has been
scratch. But, don't worry. The surgery is very basic and it's been done a
million of times. No need to worry."
Tom made a faint noise at the comment and closed his eyes. I hate doctors,
he thought, I just want to go home. Tom re-opened his eyes and looked at the
doctor. Sadness glimmering behind the deep brown coloring.
"I'm sorry," was the only thing the doctor could think to say. The doc.
shook his head and said, "I'll be back with the papers so you can approve the
surgery." With that he left the room.
Tom, in turn, slumped into the bed and stared out the open window at the
landscape of the city. It was going to be another very long day.
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Scene 20 by Sarah Lubin
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Dr. Altbush stood over Tom with a pair of blue scrubs on. She, also, had a
mask over her mouth and nose. She and a crew of medics wheeled Tom down the
hallway into the operating room.
"Now, Tom, we are going to put yo under for the operation and you'll wake in
the Recovery Unit. Afterwards, you can see your friends and family once you
are more awake." explained Dr. Altbush.
Tom nodded and looked to his side. He saw Doug, Judy, Fueller, Dennis,
Harry, Dorothy, Julia (his sister), and Margret (his mother) in the waiting
room. Tom let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he tried to relax.
"Tom?" asked Dr. Altbush. She shook his shoulder. "We are going into the
operating room."
Tom began to shake a little. After they put him under, he'd have to face
his nightmares. He felt something being placed over his mouth and nose. A
strange smell was coming out of it. Tom began to struggle.
"Hold him down!" yelled a nurse.
A bunch of hands grabbed Tom's arms and pinned him down on the operating
table. Tom began to scream as loud as he could. Someone yelled for a
sedative, which made Tom only struggle more.
"Not too much." said Dr. Altbush as one of the nurses pushed the needle into
Tom's arm.
Tom felt a little light headed. His deep brown eyes gently rolled back and
he was still.
"Nurse, I need a scalpel." saoid Dr. Altbush.
****
"Tom..." said a harsh voice. It was too dark to tell where it was coming from.
Tom spun around and noticed he was in a closet like room. He saw that the
door was opened. Tom walked out into a hallway and saw a few officers
walking around. "Doug?"
No answer. Tom raised his brow and continued down the hallway. He saw Judy
and Dennis walking pass him.
"Come on, Tom!" yelled Judy. "We have to find Doug."
Tom stared blankly at her. "What?"
Judy rolled her eyes. "Hello? He's been kidnapped for three months, Tom."
"He was?" asked Tom.
Dennis looked at Tom. "Where the hell have you been? In a coma?"
Tom shook his head. "No..."
"Then come on. Check down that hallway." said Dennis as he pointed towards
the other hallway.
Tom nodded and walked down the dark hallway. "This is too weird." mumbled
Tom. He took out his gun and kicked a door open. Nothing. Tom frowned and
continued down the hallway. He after kicking open half the doors in the
hallway, he saw one at the end. Tom rushed up to the door and tried to open
it. It was locked. Tom pointed his gun at the door knob and shot at it.
He kicked the door open and walked inside. "Doug?"
"Wrong." said a voice. A hand shot out at Tom's throat and pinned him
against the wall. A familiar face appeared in the dim light of the room.
Tom struggled to get Solace's hand off of his throat. He kicked Solace in
the stomach and fell to the ground. Solace laid next to him with a pained
look on his face. Tom, gasping for air, stood up and began to head for the
doorway. Solace reached up and grabbed his ankle. Tom fell back down and
screamed for Dennis.
"There is no running back....I got you where I want you, Tom." said Solace
with an evil grin creeping across his face. "No fucking thanks to your
sorry ass, I'm stuck in hell." Solace took out a gun. "And guess what?
You're going with me."
Tom kicked Solace with his free leg and his foot when right through Solace's
face. It crumbled like a clay pot. Tom stood and ran a hand through his
head. A hand touched his shoulder. Tom spun around with a yelp and saw
Doug staring at him.
"Thank God you came." said Tom. He pointed to Solace. "He tried to choke me."
Doug looked at Tom like he was nuts. "What are you talking about?" He
raised his brow. "There's no one there."
"What?" said Tom, in disbelief. He turned around and saw that no one was
there. "I think I've been working too much." He didn't get a sarcastic
responce from Doug. "Doug?" Tom turned around and screamed.
****
"We're losing him!" yelled a nurse, she took a quik glance at the heart monitor.
Dr. Altbush groaned. "250 charge...NOW!" She was handed a pair of shock
paddles. "Clear me!"
"It won't charge!" said another doctor.
Dr. Altbush was getting pissed. "Heart rate?"
"10-120 and dropping." said a nurse.
Dr. Altbush swore. "Clear me at 300!"
"1....2...clear!" Tom Hanson's body jumped off the operation table. A nurse
with began mouth-to-mouth. A minute or so later, Dr. Altbush shocked his
body again.
"Heart rate?"
"15-120 and dropping." said the nurse.
Dr. Altbush was getting pissed. "I want a Life Flight ready to go to Mercy
General now!!! YOU HERE ME!!! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!"
****
Judy heard a bunch of people yelling from down the hallway. She saw Tom
being rushed to the elevator it someone doing chest compressions. Dr.
Altbush came into the waiting room.
"Tom's going into cardiac arrest." said Dr. Altbush.
Doug's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"We are flying him over to Mercy General." explained Dr. Altbush.
Dennis stood up. "That's across the border!"
"I know. It's the only hospital within twenty miles from here with the
right equipment to help Tom stay alive." said Dr. Altbush as she rushed out
of the room to the roof with her medical team.
Doug began to sob, hysterically. "Tom's dying! He's going to die!"
"He's not going to die." yelled Dennis. He grabbed Doug's shoulders and
shook them. "You just shut the hell up, Penhall. He's going to be fine,
got it? Mercy General is the top rated hospital in Washington State.!"
Doug bit his lip. He was actually scared shitless of Dennis at the
moment...something Tom would probably be rolling on the ground from laugh
right about now.
****
Tom was slapped in the face. He was surprised that his father had whacked
him. "Jesus Chirst, Tom, can you scream loud enough?"
"You're dead." said Tom pointing an accusing finger at his father.
Andrew Hanson nodded. "So will you if you do get the hell out of here."
"Daddy, what's going on?" asked Tom.
Andrew grabbed Tom's arm and dragged him down the hallway. "You are in a
state of limbo....if you don't get out here soon, you will die."
"Hang on, a sec." said Tom. "I'm going to die if I don't get out of here?"
Andrew added in, "With Doug."
"Where's Doug?" asked Tom. He got a confused look on his face.
Andrew shrugged and began to walk away from Tom. "I dunno. You have to
find him." Then, he was gone. Tom groaned and heard something down the
hallway.
"Doug?" asked Tom. He opened a door to a room...a familiar room with a
tall, skinny young man sitting in the corner crying. Tom's mouth dropped
opened. "Oh my God....Doug....it's that you?"
The man looked up and nodded. He was so ill looking. "Get me out of
here...now."
"Okay." said Tom. He pulled Doug up and lead him out of the room. "Do you
know how to get out of here?"
Doug nodded and pointed to a doorway. Tom nodded and began to head from the
door. He was grabbed by Fueller.
"Where are you going?" asked Fueller.
Tom tried to yank away from the captain's grip. He couldn't. "I was just
leaving."
"Oh no, no, no. You are staying here." said Fueller. He had a evil look in
his eyes.
Tom realized it wasn't Fueller. "You're not Fueller....you're him." Tom
backhanded Fueller and pushed him on the ground. Tom broke into a run and
opened the door. He was imediately blinded by a bright white light.
****
Tom opened his eyes, groggily. He was in a white room and it was sunny
outside. Tom felt a tube up his nose and a tube down his throat. He
reached for the call button and pressed it. Tom's arm fell back down and he
closed his eyes.
A nurse back into the room. "Welcome back." she said. "Ill get Dr.
Morrison." She left the room.
Doctor Morrison? thought Tom. He remembered Dr. Altbush was his
doctor. His thoughts were interrupted by a tall man standing in the doorway
with a clipboard.
"You must be Thomas Hanson...right?" askd Dr. Morrison. He walked over to
Tom's bed and smiled. "Did you know you went into cardiac arrest three
weeks ago?"
Tom shook his head.
The doctor nodded. "You're in Seattle, Washington, you know. You were
flown in from St. James' Medical Center." He looked at the clipboard and
smiled. "You've been in and out of consciousness for three weeks and your
vocal cords are almost healed up. Your brother...no...wait." The doctor
frowned, then brightened. "Your friend....Dennis Booker...is out in the
waiting room. Let me take tht tube out of your throat and then he can come
see you."
****
A nurse stood in the doorway of the waiting room. She saw a man with black
hair sitting on the couch with a book. "Dennis Booker?"
Dennis looked up. "Yes."
"Tom Hanson regained consciousness about ten minutes ago." said the nurse.
She smiled. "This time it isn't a false alarm." The nurse and Dennis
walked down the hallway to Tom's room.
Dennis peaked in and saw Dr. Morrison shining a light into Tom's throat.
Tom's eyes looked at Dennis and he turned his head to face his partner.
"You must be Dennis Booker." said Dr. Morrison as he walked up to Dennis.
Dennis nodded. "How's he doing?"
"Better...a little tired, bit I think you can stay for a good hour in a
half." The doctor smiled. "I'll call your captain to let him know he's up."
Dennis nodded. He walked over to Tom's bed and smiled. "Hey....you gave us
a scare."
"I did?" asked Tom in a low, strained voice. It was hoarse.
Dennis smiled with a nod. "Doug's a nervous wreck. He's going nuts because
he was hoping you'd wake up soon."
"I didn't mean to." said Tom.
Dennis nodded. "We know that. At least you are awake. You gave us about a
good dozen false alarms. The nurses came into the waiting room, right. They
told us that you were awake....but when we got there, you slipped back.
Must have been a good dream, huh?"
"Not really." said Tom. "I'd rather stay awake from now on."
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Scene 21 By Patti
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Tom sat on the
edge of the bed, staring out the window. It'd been almost a full two
months since he woke up in Mercy hospital. At first he was utterly confused.
He
couldn't remember anything since he was kidnapped by Solace. Dennis managed
to explain everything in the best detail possible.
He'd seen the hospital shrink, Dr. Edcon, at least forty times. She
explained to
him that he was suffering from block-outs. She told him that he
subconsciously blocked out everything that had happened to him, and that it
would most likely reappear in his dreams.
On another note, Doug had practically moved into the hospital. {He even kept
his own blanket in Tom's hospital room closet.} The other came to visit
almost everyday in the beginning, but towards the end they visited less.
Coming every other day or so. They were trying to move on with their life's.
Unfortunately, Tom probably wouldn't ever totally recover from all the shock
to his system. The shrink said it could take almost a decade to fully
recover.
Over the last few weeks he had been considering what he was going to do with
his life after he got out of this place. Captain Fuller suggested coming back
to Jump Street. He thought about this idea for hours at a time. There was
also another suggestion that kept subconsciously coming up in his mind. He
remembered a while back, apparently in a dream, seeing a ranch. Someone in
the dream {was it his father?}, telling him it was his Aunt Jessie's house.
He also remembered going there when he was six and spending two weeks at the
ranch. His aunt had told him he was welcomed to come back at anytime. Wonder
if that still stands, he thought.
He sighed and rested his head against the cold window. He saw his car drive
through the parking lot. His car? Why the hell was his car there?
He kept watching as the car parked and Doug, Fuller, Judy, Harry, and Dennis
all squeezed out of the car. He laughed quietly. It looked like a retarded
clown car with all those people in it.
Suddenly the door opened as the doctor stepped into the room.
"Hello, Tom. How are you feeling today?"
"How do you think I feel, Dr. Henderson?" he said with a raised eyebrow..
"Well, it's nice to see you have your sarcasm."
Tom smirked, "Why are they driving my car around?"
Henderson walked over to the window. "Nice car." He looked at Tom. "I
wanted to come and tell you. You're being released today. You're as healthy
as you're going to get physically, except for a few aches and pains. But you
can take this," he tossed a little brown container to Tom, "for that. Only
thing we're worried about is your mental stability. You can make an
appointment with the psychiatrist anytime you want. Other than that, you have
your friends and family to support you. I suggest you use them to help you."
"Dr. Henderson," Tom mumbled quietly just before the doctor was out the door.
"Yes, Thomas?" He asked.
"I....uh....well, thanks for putting up with me. I know I can be a pain in
the ass a lot. Oh yea, and well, thanks for saving my life too."
"Just doing my job," he said with warm smile. "G'bye, Tom. And good luck."
The door closed and silence fell heavily in the room as Tom got up and
started to get all his things together.
Damnit, he thought, I don't know want I want to do now. Abruptly, he felt
very
hot and angered. He let out some of his suppressed anger that had boiled up.
He pushed a heavy breath from his lungs as he slapped his fist in the wall.
The wall, in turn, shuddered slightly and a tiny crack appeared where his fist
landed. He was pleased to fing that his hand didn't hurt too bad. After all
the pain I've been through, a broken knuckle or two wouldn't bother me.
He cradled his hand as he threw the rest of his clothes onto a heap in the
bed.
The door opened a second time and a parade of friends marched in. they
chattered loudly until they got in the room. All of a sudden, they all went
quiet, when they saw all of Tom's clothes scattered on and around the bed.
"What happened?" Judy asked as she picked a dark blue hooded-sweatshirt off
the floor.
"I was packing, but...I guess I didn't do a very good job."
"That's an understatement," Doug replied.
"Well?" Booker said, "You ready to go back into the great wide open?"
"Isn't that a song?" Harry muttered quietly.
"Beats me." Dennis retorted. He turned his attention back to Tom. "Well?"
"For the most part." he answered cryptically.
He got some confused glances from his friends.
"Well, I'm going to the gift shop to find something for my girlfriend."
Booker
decided as he wandered out the door.
"Yea, I'm going to wait downstairs for you, guys." Harry stated, as he pulled
on
Judy's shirt.
"Me, too," she quickly said. Both followed Booker lead and escaped.
Tom turned to the window and leaned against the pane of glass, again.
"Are you okay, Tom?" Adam asked as he stepped forward and gently put a hand
on his shoulder, ignoring the obvious flinch as he did so.
Tom just stood there. Not sure if he should say, "yes" and end it there, or
if he
should tell the truth. He was frightened. When Tom didn't say anything,
Fuller
continued on...
"Why don't you come back to Jump Street temporally? See if it works out. If
not....."
"I'm screwed," Tom finished.
"I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say, maybe you could start a new
career."
"I'm twenty-eight years old. Not exactly the best time to change my whole
view
of life."
"Who says?" Doug interjected.
"I do." Tom said as he turned around to face the two men, "I just can't do
this. I
can't."
"Yes, you can." Fuller said, staring Tom straight in the eyes, "You are one
of the toughest men I know. If anyone can do this, it's you."
"I appreciate that, Capt. But this is just too much. Sometimes you have to
know when to throw your towel in." With that said, he turned his back on the
men and stared at the sun that had just started to set. Watching the sun made
him start to think. Maybe I can close this chapter of my life and start a new
one. Just let this sun set, and start with a brand new sun rise. The
beginning of a new life.
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