Chapter 5F

But it wasn’t him. The man didn’t have Roy’s dark shiny hair and deep blue eyes, the man had blonde hair and tanned skin and…
Mystery guy? What the…
I tried to say something but I couldn’t choke out any words. I just lay there in the dream, and watched.
Mystery guy(or George, now that I think about it) coughed a little and stood upright again, then sat down in a chair next to my bed.
I wanted to say something, let him know that I was there, but in the dream I couldn’t.
I saw him turn, and someone was walking towards him, with a leather jacket and dark jeans and dark hair and Chanel.
Roy?
I wanted to scream out, to thank him or just let him know I could see him, but I couldn’t. Why was mystery guy with Roy?
I tried to listen.
“She’s not waking up,” George murmured as Roy got closer, both of them standing over me.
“She’s in a coma?” Roy’s voice shook a little.
“Not exactly,” George replied.
“They say she should wake up, there’s a 60 percent chance.”
“So it’s a coma with 60% change of survival,” Roy admonished.
George shrugged and sat down.
I must look like a mess, I thought to myself. I’d had the same makeup on for weeks, and I was in a coma…
Why the hell am I think about this now? I mentally attack myself while I listen to their conversation further.
“What do you want to do?” Roy asked softly, as if he was trying to let me sleep.
“Just stay here until she wakes up.” George stood up and zipped up his sweatshirt. He looked tired and disheveled.
“Aren’t you the optimist.” Roy forced a chuckle and sat down by me.
“Just shut up,” George replied.
“You come into my house, you tell me this whole tale, and then you make me break into a kidnapper’s house to take his hostage and now you-”
“Whatever,” Roy muttered.
George shook his head and turned towards the exit.
“Call me when she wakes up,” He said.
“If.” Roy whispered.
“Huh?”
“Nevermind.”
George left.
Silence. It was strangely awkward having Roy stare at me when I couldn’t move. I knew he couldn’t see that I could see him, but still…
Roy wasn’t the type to get mushy like in those hospital scenes with the wife and the husband or the brother and the sister. After all, he was my kidnapper, so…
“Ashely.” His voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear.
I cleared my head of all thoughts except for his words.
“I’m not going to get all mushy like in those hospital scenes in the movies,” He said flatly.
“But please wake up, Ashely.”
“And I’m not going to say ‘I know you can do this’ because I have no idea what the heck you can do. Well, I do actually…I know that you can attack kidnappers with jewelry and throw cheese sticks across the room and take 40 minute showers and do your makeup real nice and laugh and smile and cry and love and die and sleep…”
He coughed.
“Anyway, back to my original point…maybe you can wake up, Ashely. Maybe you can. And if you can hear me, although you probably can’t because you’re asleep…well, if you can hear me, please do that…for me.”
“I went through all this trouble to help you, you know. You really pissed me off, Ashely. You were such a brat. But you weren’t just a spoiled brat, you know, I mean, you were a lot more than that, and I’m glad I know that now…”
“And I’m glad that you aren’t with them anymore, even though this isn’t exactly good either, you’re here, with me, and this is all my fault, because I started it all in the first place, and you just wanted to buy a watch for some sort of mystery guy, and who is that by the way? Because you told me you had a boyfriend but you were obviously lying…”
“Anyway, the real thing is…well the real point is, um, that you need to wake up, because I went through hell to save you and you are not going to die.” He said this firmly, though his voice wavered a little at the end. And then he stood up, and started to walk towards the door, and I felt like I was going to absolutely die right then and there.
Then he turned around, and walked swiftly and purposefully up to where I lay and kissed me on the forehead, and it just felt good, and safe, and who was I kidding, it was ROY, why was he kissing me, what the heck? But I wasn’t shocked or scared or disgusted. After all that I had been through, this was probably the strangest thing that had happened, yet also the most understandable, in a way. When it happened I wasn’t surprised. I felt like I had been waiting for Roy to change the whole time. To show that he cared about something. And now he had. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy, I mused. Maybe. Then he was gone. He didn’t actually leave, though. Blackness took over, and then light.