New York Presbyterian Hospital, 08/02/2012, 01:05.
"... And finally this is our long term resident Nathaniel Lyndon!" Said a middle aged nurse called Nancy Dejet to a twenty something years old intern, a finger pointing to the bed in front of her.
The two women approached the bed while the experienced nurse took the file of the patient beside the door and handed it over to her colleague.
"What happened to him?" asked the intern, Melanie Gams, too focused on the young boy in front of her to look at the file.
The nurse sighed bitterly and sadness filled her eyes.
"Drunk driver. He was walking with his mother on the street, She looked at something for two seconds and then she heard a car hurting something and horn blaring. When she turned around she saw her son bleeding and unmoving on the ground. Not far away a woman was kneeling on the ground with her 10 month old daughter in her crib." She said patting the hair of the young boy on the bed affectionately.
"My god…" said the young woman with her hand in front of her mouth, her eyes watering.
"Yes, he threw himself in front of the car to push the woman and her baby out of it. He was only twelve at the time".
Opening the file, the intern start reading the record.
"Broken ribs… shoulder dislocated… cranial hemorrhage … 4 years of coma without any sign of cerebral activity… Why did they keep him…" the intern starts asking before being interrupted by her colleague.
"Because they believe as long as there is life there is hope, and as long as his heart keeps beating, he will come back." Said the nurse vehemently, her eyes turning stern.
"Did you know him or the family prior to the incident?" Said the intern, trying to change the subject.
"No I did not, but I was there when he was admitted. I was on rotation in the emergency department at that time."
"It's a pity, he looks kinda cute"
He really was. Silky blond hair, thin eyebrows, an aquiline nose and a chubby face which gives the impression that he was a thirteen, fourteen year old boy that didn't get his grow spurt yet.
*****
While the two women were talking, a scene completely different was taking place a foot away from them but it could as well have been a millions years away.
Nathaniel was there in a form of a pure untainted white ball. In this ball was everything he was, was everything he knew, everything he experienced in his entire life. The problem was that he was trapped in his own mind and despite trying everything he could not get away, he could not wake up. Everyone would have already give up and ascend to another plane of existence but not Nathaniel, his will to live was unbreakable. But the truth was that he was starting to weaken.
He was missing his parents, he was starting to miss his family. He never had many friends or any friends for that matter. He was always different from kids his age, far smarter too, which made it difficult for him to connect with people that were childish. An odd thing to hear from a twelve year old kid at the time but that was the truth. He didn't like to run around or play video games. The only games that could keep his attention for some time were games of strategy. Books were one of the things he liked the most, with music being a close second place. Whatever the subject, he was devouring everything that fell into his hands.
While he was thinking about that, something started to happen to his jail. The black wall which kept him locked for 4 years began to tremble as if experiencing an extreme pressure. This was the occasion he had hoped for for years, this was his chance. Starting to gather everything that he had, that he was, he threw himself without holding anything back against that black barrier.
New York Presbyterian Hospital, 08/02/2012, 01:05.
"... And finally this is our long term resident Nathaniel Lyndon!" Said a middle aged nurse called Nancy Dejet to a twenty something years old intern, a finger pointing to the bed in front of her.
The two women approached the bed while the experienced nurse took the file of the patient beside the door and handed it over to her colleague.
"What happened to him?" asked the intern, Melanie Gams, too focused on the young boy in front of her to look at the file.
The nurse sighed bitterly and sadness filled her eyes.
"Drunk driver. He was walking with his mother on the street, She looked at something for two seconds and then she heard a car hurting something and horn blaring. When she turned around she saw her son bleeding and unmoving on the ground. Not far away a woman was kneeling on the ground with her 10 month old daughter in her crib." She said patting the hair of the young boy on the bed affectionately.
"My god…" said the young woman with her hand in front of her mouth, her eyes watering.
"Yes, he threw himself in front of the car to push the woman and her baby out of it. He was only twelve at the time".
Opening the file, the intern start reading the record.
"Broken ribs… shoulder dislocated… cranial hemorrhage … 4 years of coma without any sign of cerebral activity… Why did they keep him…" the intern starts asking before being interrupted by her colleague.
"Because they believe as long as there is life there is hope, and as long as his heart keeps beating, he will come back." Said the nurse vehemently, her eyes turning stern.
"Did you know him or the family prior to the incident?" Said the intern, trying to change the subject.
"No I did not, but I was there when he was admitted. I was on rotation in the emergency department at that time."
"It's a pity, he looks kinda cute"
He really was. Silky blond hair, thin eyebrows, an aquiline nose and a chubby face which gives the impression that he was a thirteen, fourteen year old boy that didn't get his grow spurt yet.
*****
While the two women were talking, a scene completely different was taking place a foot away from them but it could as well have been a millions years away.
Nathaniel was there in a form of a pure untainted white ball. In this ball was everything he was, was everything he knew, everything he experienced in his entire life. The problem was that he was trapped in his own mind and despite trying everything he could not get away, he could not wake up. Everyone would have already give up and ascend to another plane of existence but not Nathaniel, his will to live was unbreakable. But the truth was that he was starting to weaken.
He was missing his parents, he was starting to miss his family. He never had many friends or any friends for that matter. He was always different from kids his age, far smarter too, which made it difficult for him to connect with people that were childish. An odd thing to hear from a twelve year old kid at the time but that was the truth. He didn't like to run around or play video games. The only games that could keep his attention for some time were games of strategy. Books were one of the things he liked the most, with music being a close second place. Whatever the subject, he was devouring everything that fell into his hands.
While he was thinking about that, something started to happen to his jail. The black wall which kept him locked for 4 years began to tremble as if experiencing an extreme pressure. This was the occasion he had hoped for for years, this was his chance. Starting to gather everything that he had, that he was, he threw himself without holding anything back against that black barrier.
