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 .
Chapter end
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