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Butch and Stacy Ten
Hi, my name is Stacy, right? I'm a girl, right? I should be glad to be
alive...right?
...............................................................
A voice was speaking to me, close to my ear.
"Stacy? Are you awake? Stacy, if you can hear me, please squeeze my
finger!"
I tried, for whatever reason I did want to respond, but I could not feel
my muscles doing anything.
"I felt something, I'm sure of it!" said the voice loudly. Then, "Stacy,
if you can hear me, please blink your eyes twice."
I fought to open my eyelids; I got them open just enough to see a filmy
grayish light; then they drooped back down. But that was only one blink.
I fought hard, and blinked one more time.
"She's awake!" shouted the voice. I heard faint cheering from a
distance.
I felt my face being soothed with a cool damp cloth, and then some goop
was rubbed in my eyes from a tiny cloth or something, and I could see
better. I opened my eyes fully.
I kindly looking man was standing over my bed, some kind of doctor in a
white jacket.
"I am pleased to be able to speak directly to you at last", he said. "We
almost lost you there, you have a closed head injury. We had to
administer a barbiturate induced coma to reduce the intracranial
bleeding. Then since you were so weak already, it was difficult bringing
you back to...bringing you awake again."
I shook my head. "What...what happened to me?"
"You were attacked, badly beaten by some thugs in our city park. Thanks
to fast action by Liz Wilson, who had a hunch about where you were, the
police were able to intervene in time to save your life."
"Well, thank her for me, will you? I asked.
He sighed. "Don't you know who she is?"
"Not really but she seems like a nice person."
"Stacy, you have been living with her for a month." I swallowed hard. A
piece of my mind was missing, something was very wrong.
"I am Zach's father", the doctor said. "He brought you these flowers."
He pointed to a colorful bouquet on the table beside my bed.
"Zach,,,?" I wanted to remember. I began to cry.
The doctor patted my head. For some reason, that gesture stirred some
memories, or almost stirred them. "There there, this often happens after
such injuries. You should gradually recover and get your memories back.
It just takes time."
I took a deep breath. "I don't really feel so bad, for being assaulted",
I said, puzzled.
"You are still on a morphine drip, kiddo. Before long we will have to
remove it, and I am afraid that even prescription strength painkillers
will not help you much after that, at least for a while."
Well, that was a sobering prospect.
"What...what got hurt?" was all I could think to ask.
"Your entire body has suffered multiple lacerations and contusions. You
have lost two teeth. Your trachea was partially crushed. You have broken
ribs. I was afraid the orbit of one eye may have been broken but
apparently it was just deeply bruised. The worst damage may be inside
your brain; we have stemmed the bleeding, but soon I will need to go in
and check for a possible hematoma. You were unconscious for days, and
that has aftereffects as well. And, of course, you were raped."
"Raped?!?!"
"Yes, that is a major felony. Those goons will get twenty years; even
the underage ones will be tried as adults. I collected their DNA from
your body and provided a rape kit to the authorities."
Somehow the idea of being physically examined as a rape victim terrified
me but I could not remember why! Something about not wanting anyone to
look at me down there. Not modesty, but some personal secret...what was
it?
I was not sure, but I still said "I do not want to be looked at...down
there."
"Don't worry", the doctor smiled. "I was able to take charge of your
case, since I am head of Ob-Gyn here, and I was able to keep the police
away by taking care of the sampling and testing and examination myself.
Your privacy is my concern too."
So, he seems to know something about my secret too...whatever it is?
But at least he seems to be on my side.
"So how am I...down there? I mean, is it real bad? Like, will I ever be
normal?"
"You were badly torn, and there was widespread hemorrhaging. I was able
to repair the tissues, fortunately, so that you should have normal
sexual and urinary function. Not to be falsely humble, I am the only one
in this area who could have successfully reconstructed those tissues and
done such a complete job. You will have some discomfort- frankly you
will have a lot of pain- at first, but eventually you will be the way
you were meant to be. I talked it over first with your mother. We had no
other choice; we could only repair you as a girl, the tissues were too
damaged for anything else."
Of course they repaired me as a girl, what were they talking about? What
else would they possibly do?
"Um, maybe this is stupid, but...can I still have kids? You know, be a
mother?"
The doctor sighed again, and placed his hand on mine.
"You are a bright, strong, attractive young lady with many years of
fulfillment ahead of you. But I am afraid that if you want a child...you
will have to adopt. I assist mothers with private placements, for no
charge. Many children need good homes and caring mothers; you could help
them."
But for some reason I started crying and could not stop. "I am
b...b...barren", I stammered.
"You are alive and full of potential" he replied. "We cannot control
some of the things that happen to us in life, but we can make the most
of it. It's like bridge; you have to make the best play with the hand
you have been dealt."
Who had said that to me? I felt like I was getting a bad headache; some
memory was trying to emerge from the murky depths of my brain.
I shook my head, to clear my thoughts. "Ow", I said.
The doctor chuckled. "I suggest you not shake your head for awhile,
Stacy. We just got you put back together; let's not shake you apart
again!"
"Speaking of shakes, I could really use a good milkshake right now" I
pleaded. I realized I was starved!
"Wonderful! You should be able to handle that; I'll see what we can do.
In the meantime, do you feel like talking to some of your friends? You
have quite a crowd outside, just waiting to say hi to you and wish you
well."
"Cool, so I was Miss Popularity or something? That's nice...and I would
like to see who they are...but right now maybe I need a little nap?" And
my head drooped to my chest and I was once again not awake.
My thoughts floated in a dream. I saw figures floating by in the
darkness, a grubby guy with a skateboard, who smiled and waved; a perky
redhead doing cartwheels; a huge tall policeman smiling down at me; a
team of football players; a little boy and girl. They all seemed
friendly, like they were cheering for me.
"Ready for that milkshake now?"
I was ! My hunger brought me awake again. It looked delicious; how did
they know I liked vanilla?
I had to sip slowly because my mouth and lips were all banged up, but I
managed.
Finally with a sigh I put the glass back on the tray, and the nurse who
had brought the milkshake asked if I were ready to see my friends now.
Sure, why not.
First came a Korean girl. She did not look too good; there were dark
smudges under her eyes, and her cheeks were hollow, and she was shaking.
She put her face down on my chest- ow! My ribs!- and sobbed. "I thought
you were dead! I was so worried!" she bawled.
"Well they say I will be fine, and before too awful long I will be able
to get my memories back and thank you properly. I'm sure I don't deserve
anybody to care about me as much as you seem to."
The girl sniffed and nodded. "They warned us you had some short term
memory loss, or maybe even long term but at least temporary. But you
deserve all the caring in the world, Stacy. You are a kind, friendly,
brave, supportive, helpful thoughtful person, and we all love you."
Whoa. That was kind of overdoing it, however wonderful this Stacy person
had been.
"Thank you so much. It means a lot, and will help keep me going. They
say I will soon be weaned off of the pain medicine, and I will surely
then need all the friendly support I can find! Sorry for having to ask,
but can you remind me of your name?"
She smiled sadly and told me she was Cho. She wanted me to know that our
dogs and cats were doing fine, whatever that meant, and that the shelter
even got some donations in my name this week!
"They already spent it on food, of course. They are always in debt. And
I do not want you running off and getting hurt again just so the shelter
can get some more money!" This was an attempt at humor, I saw, but
neither of us seemed to be feeling very cheerful right then.
A tall athletic blonde girl walked in. "Time's up, it's my turn!" she
announced, but with a smile. "Stacy, you should know that Cho here kept
vigil over you the whole time. She sat outside the ICU, the OR, and now
here; we had to bring her food and changes of clothes, and a toothbrush.
She's been like your guardian angel."
I smiled at Cho and squeezed her hand, weakly. "Who knows, angel? Maybe
your influence is what brought me back to life" I said.
Cho nodded silently, and placed a gentle kiss on my scarred forehead,
and left.
The athletic girl seemed brisk and full of news.
"Zoe is taking this real bad. She said she told you she was going to
tell us all some of your private business and it drove you to run off to
the park where you got hurt. She feels like hell about it."
"Zoe?" I asked.
"Ah yeah, they told us about the memory loss thing. Well, to tell the
truth, that sucks. We had been having a great time this summer, and now
you've gone and forgotten the whole thing."
Scolding me? But I could see that this kidding was just her own way of
showing support, cheering me up.
"Coach is pissed at you too" the girl added. "She was counting on having
you on the gymnastics team, but now you're all weak and wobbly. She
would like to personally strangle all those gang members, too."
I had to smile. Whoever this was, she put the news to me in an amusing
way.
She bent over me to whisper a message.
"They don't want you to have any solid food yet but I brought in a
couple chocolate bars; they're flat; I can hide them in your bag here
and no one will know." She pointed to the zipper compartment of an
overnight bag; I guess it was supposed to be mine, although I did not
recognize it.
So I nodded silently, and she turned her back between herself and the
nurse and slipped the contraband into my bag.
"Well, they don't want us to stay too long, so now it's the lovebirds'
turn" she declared, as if announcing the guests of honor at a banquet.
She made her way out with a mock bow, and in walked an attractive
couple.
She was young and slender and very fair; you could see the blue veins
through her skin. Silky nearly white hair fell across her shoulders.
Beside her marched a good looking guy, several years older, nice
complexion, bright eyes, curly hair, tall. They were holding hands and
looking at each other more than they looked at me.
"Hi, Stacy", the girl said, coming forward. "I wanted you to know that
you have made me rich."
"Huh?" I asked groggily.
She grinned. "For one thing, the last mythological paintings for which
you posed have brought in more money than any other works I have ever
completed."
I was a model?
"And for another, you have made me rich by bringing me and Evan
together. We both want to say 'thank you' for that."
"Well, you are most welcome, although I cannot yet recall what you are
thanking me for. But someday I will, so I will say you're welcome now
anyway."
They seemed a little saddened about this, but accepted it.
Evan said "In our own ways, we both loved you. We were not just friends,
we really loved you. And now you have helped us love each other...and we
are happy." And he looked at the girl again.
"Well, I am glad", I said. "You are a truly good looking couple, so if I
brought you together, then I have done the world a favor." This got a
smile out of them. They left a book for me to read, and made way for the
next visitor.
She was a thin dark young girl with ramrod straight posture, like a toy
soldier. She nodded and stared at me with her bright dark eyes. "I told
them all that the deep dark secret you had been hiding was that you had
a birth defect, a genital deformity, and that I loathed you for it. This
made me hateful in their eyes, but I deserve it."
"Oh", I said, remembering what somebody else had told me. "So you must
be Zoe."
She bit her lip. "I treated you like crap and you didn't deserve any of
it. These other visitors are all your friends, but I was your enemy. I
would ask forgiveness, but maybe that had better wait until you remember
what you are forgiving me for. Just know that you were a member of my
clique, one that I started, and filled with nice, kind, helpful people,
and you fit right in. The only one who did not fit in was me. As the
founder, I thought I did not have to. I was wrong. You all are much much
better people than I am."
"Oh I am sure I will get to like you once I get my memories back!" I
assured her. "For one thing, putting this clique together shows that you
have good taste in friends!" This did make her smile, just a little bit.
"But", I went on, "this deformity thing, was that true? Or were you just
lying about me?"
"Oh", Zoe replied, "It was true enough, and very unkind of me to mention
to anyone, but the doctor has fixed all that now anyway, so you are
better than good as new."
What a lot to chew on. I was beginning to feel weak and woozy, but
wanted to see the last three people, shapes I could discern standing out
in the hallway. They had been waiting for me for days, apparently, so I
should try to take care of them.
"Zoe, I do not remember what happened, but I do know some things about
how life is. And one thing is that people make their own choices, and
suffer the consequences of those choices. So if I put myself in harms
way, I only blame myself, not you."
Zoe squeezed my hand gently but just said "You just proved my point.
You're a helluva lot nicer than I am."
And she left.
A well dressed guy walked in, sort of tentatively. "Do you like the
flowers?" he asked.
"Oh yes, thank you!" I said. "You must be Zach."
He smiled the sad smile I had seen so many times just now from so many
people. "So you really don't remember me, or anybody? That's too bad. We
only knew each other a short time, but it was enough to make me ache
inside when I didn't see you at the park anymore. It was like a group
photo where somebody's picture has been torn out, just an empty
space..."
I looked at him thoughtfully. He must have really cared about me.
"I'm sure my mind will come back to me again before too terribly long,
Zach, and it will bring many beautiful memories with it."
So we chatted for a while and then he gave my hand a squeeze and walked
out and this big burly kid walked in. He looked tough, maybe because he
had a black eye, and you could see his muscles through his team jersey.
"Hiya Stacy. I guess you don't remember me?" he said. They must have
been talking about me to each other out in the hall.
"Nope! Sorry."
"Well, I'm Matt. You and I were good friends, for many years."
"Friends? You mean like, you know, going out together?" But what about
the impression Zach had just given me?
He just chuckled. "Nothing like that. Not a boyfriend, just a 'friend'
friend. We were buddies. We hung out together. We would compete, in
footraces, and swimming, and...just general competition."
"Really? Whoa, somehow I can't imagine that. It may be awhile before I
do any footraces, Matt, I'm afraid. I'm feeling tottery in the knees
right now." I had not considered it before, but when he mentioned racing
my body began sending me signals that I was nowhere near ready for
anything like that yet. Maybe not even ready for walking.
He hung his head. "I suspected it would be that way. I just wanted you
to know that I'm here for you. And when your memories come back, I want
you to know that I'd still like to be your buddy."
"That's real nice Matt, and I'm sure I'll remember that."
"They didn't want us to bring in a ton of cards and stuff, so we all got
one big one for you and everybody signed it." He produced an enormous
Get Well card, in a shiny spring green leafy pattern with a real
burgundy red ribbon laced through the edges. It showed a room full of
people with hats and horns, but they all seemed very glum. "We can't get
this party started until the star gets here" it said.
Everybody signed it with messages like the things they had been saying
to me, all quite in character. Sarah had written "If you don't get well
quick, coach will come in there and beat you up again herself!" Cho said
"You can do this." Natalie wrote "Underneath all the blood and bruises
you're still beautiful." Evan was rude but funny, "At first I wanted to
get you in bed; now I can't wait to see you get out of bed!" Hmm, so we
two had had some history there? I shook my head, gently. Maybe it would
come back to me. Matt and Zoe had added "Whatever you need, just give us
a call", and Zach said "I miss you but I'm so glad you're getting
better."
A tear trickled down my cheek.
"That's really sweet", I told Matt. "I'm very lucky to have you all."
My eyes started to close but he said "Can you handle one more of us?"
"I'll try."
"Ma!" he shouted, and a nurse leaned in and said "shush!"
He backed out as as his mother walked in. "Thanks for making the effort
for me, Stacy", she said kindly. "You are doing as well as we ever dared
to hope you would." As she looked me over, up and down, I got the
impression that she was some kind of medical type person herself, making
a professional appraisal.
"Your mom is moving here, Stacy."
"Oh, did I live in another town then?"
"Yes but you will have an apartment with her here until she can find a
house. She has wrapped up some really important work and now the two of
you can be together again. And you can go to school here."
"I'd like that. I'd like to be here, with all my friends."
"You will, honey. It will be fine, once you fully recover. It will take
time and dedication but the school will be sensitive to your situation
and make some accommodations for you."
"Like wheelchairs and things?"
"Maybe but I believe that by the time school starts you will mostly need
just some understanding, maybe a little extra time getting from class to
class without getting into trouble, maybe an end seat at a cafeteria
table so you can get in and out more easily, things like that."
I swallowed hard. I had not considered needing anything like that, but
of course I would, since my body was telling me it was not even sure
about walking again just now.
"Your mom and I have been friends for years, Stacy. We are determined to
see to it that high school will be the best time of your life."
"Sounds cool...." I whispered as I finally drifted back to sleep.
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