LOSING AND FINDING DREAMS
Thank you for all of the reviews! I am glad that people like this! I forgot to tell you the timeframe that this takes place in: It is around a month after IotH. Well here is the next part! ~*~ Two days later ~*~ Debbie sat in bed listening to the music pouring out of her boom box, which Miss Parker had dropped off for her with some of her CDs along with some books, games and a laptop, to keep her preoccupied. And she really needed it, she had just gotten the results of her condition. There was a soft knock on the door, she looked up and smiled. "Hi Jarod." "Hey, Debbie. It's good to see you sitting up." Debbie suddenly became serious. "I got the results.I am permanently paralyzed from the waist down." Jarod looked at her, obviously upset. "I am so sorry, Debbie. Are they sure?" "Positive. The swelling went down enough for them to do testing and the results were as such." Her voice was grim. "That was why they finally let me sit up, my injury is stable enough now." They sat in silence for a few moments. Then Jarod cocked his head toward the music. "What group is this?" Trying to lighten the mood. "New Found Glory their album Sticks and Stones," she told him, in an of- course tone. Jarod gave her a blank look. "You have never heard of New Found Glory!" She was incredulous. Jarod shook his head. She stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "You have got to be kidding me!" She then reached over to the boom box, which had been placed so that she wouldn't have to move her back too much to reach it; she restarted the CD from the beginning. "You have to listen to this!" she cried. The machine pumped out the music. Jarod listened and he found himself liking it. Debbie reached over to the nightstand, picking up a game, she set the book she had been reading and pulled the try/table on wheels toward her. Setting the game on the tray/table she turned to Jarod. "Want to play Mancala?" Jarod studied the game, a wooden slab that had a large pot at each far end and two rows of several smaller pots with small glass beads. "I have never played before." Debbie launched into an explanation as she set the game up. The first game Debbie beat him soundly, the next the tied and the one after that the tied as well, the games were getting longer and longer as they went along. Sometimes Debbie won, sometimes Jarod, but most often the tied; they lost count of the games they played, but they had changed CDs several times and when Jarod glanced up at the clock he muttered under his breath, "Oh boy!" Then he turned back to Debbie. "I have to get out of here unless I wish to be seeing the inside of the Center again." Debbie had to give an amused grin at that. "Mind if I borrow some of your CDs?" Debbie shook her head. "Go ahead, but I wouldn't take too many at once, Miss Parker and/or Sydney may notice." Jarod grinned at her, the two of them sharing a look of fellow conspirators. "My, my, sneaky one, aren't we?" Debbie grinned back. Jarod took three CDs, just enough that wouldn't be missed, and stuck them in his jacket pocket. He turned around about to leave, when they heard very familiar voices coming down the hall. He turned to look at Debbie. They wore identical expressions of "Oh crap!" "The window!" Debbie hissed. She pointed to it, the weather was warm so she had asked the nurse to open it earlier. Jarod all but vaulted out of it onto the ledge. He then climbed up to the roof using the pipe next to her widow, her room, thankfully, was on the top floor. He then made is escape, hoping no one had seen him. Debbie, mean while, had been biting her lips, trying not to laugh. Miss Parker and Sydney entered the room before she had a chance to fully compose herself so she stared down at the unfinished game, making the expression look thoughtful and debating. "How are you feeling Debbie?" Sydney asked. Debbie looked up, her face composed, and smiled. "Fine." "I'm sorry you have to spend so much time alone here. I hope you weren't too lonely or bored," Miss Parker added sadly. Debbie just barely clamped down on the amusement. She smiled reassuringly and shook her head. "Don't worry. I have kept ." ~*~ Later that night, after visiting hours ~*~ Debbie yawned widely, she had been hoping to finish her book, but she was so tired that she was starting to fall asleep. She marked the page then set it aside and was about to settle down for the night when she noticed something wrapped up in wrapping paper hidden behind the lamp. She reached over and picked it up. She opened the note she found attached to it and read it: Dear Debbie, Don't lose heart. Your father will always be with you as long as you remember him. You are truly the bravest person I know. Know this, you are never alone. Jarod P.S. Hope you like sugar. Debbie felt sad, comforted and grateful at Jarod's words, but confused at the sugar part. She unwrapped the gift. There was a Superman PEZ dispenser. Debbie bit her lip, she had a feeling there was even more of a story behind his leaving a PEZ dispenser than she knew, but she was grateful for the gift, it brightened her mood quite a bit. 'Note to self: Ask Jarod what's up with the PEZ dispenser, next time I see him.' ~*~ Well this is the newest chapter. I hope you like it! I have the next one written out on paper, but not typed in and it is my longest chapter for this story and it may take a little while. Anywho, please keep reviewing!
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