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Day 11 -Tuesday A beep. Another beep, followed by another. Was there beeping in the afterlife? If so, heaven wasn't all it was cracked up to be, it was a pretty annoying sound, all things considered. I felt my eyelids fluttering, trying to open, but all I could see beyond them was a bright white light. I heard a noise beyond the incessant beeps - voices maybe? It was difficult to tell, my senses were acting sluggish, and if they were voices, the words weren't making any sense to me. I tried to move my arms to pull myself up from where I was lying on my back, but there was a pressure on my shoulders, gently but insistently holding me in place. A voice swam into my conscious. "Alexis?" Alexis... that was my name, wasn't it? Or another dead girl, a girl I had failed. I tried to reply, but there was something in my throat stopping me. I remembered the knife, the feeling of each serration dragging through my flesh; was it still there? Did you take whatever killed you with you into the afterlife? That kind of sucked, if true. There were more words I couldn't quite hear or understand, something touching my face and my hair. Another, different voice joined the first, and suddenly I felt my eyelid pushed open. I could see an indistinct pink and brown blob over me, before there was a mesmerizing light being shined into my opened eye. I couldn't help but follow it, and the process was repeated with my other eye. More indistinct words, then I felt whatever was in my throat begin to move. Not out though, up toward my mouth. I felt like I was going to be sick, and as the thing was pulled through and out of my mouth, I was painfully coughing and spluttering on a mixture of saliva and bile. Something else was quickly in my mouth, a loud sucking noise and the saliva mixture was gone and I could breathe again. My eyes were slowly starting to swim into focus, and the words from the voices around me were also beginning to become more distinct, more understandable. The indistinct pink/brown blob became a black woman, middle-aged, wearing some kind of pink top. She was saying something about not trying to speak, but though I could hear the words they weren't making sense as sentences in my head. "Am I dead?" I tried to say, but my voice was nothing beyond a scratchy whisper, and there was a sharp pain in my throat with each word. There was another voice in reply, male, familiar somehow, laughter tinged with sadness. It was strange that I could pick up on the emotion, but still couldn't fully make out the words. I slowly turned my head toward the source, the muscles in my neck screaming in protest. A man, understatedly powerful features, tousled dark hair, eyes red and puffy from crying, but a smile on his handsome face. I felt a painful lump rise in my throat and the tears began to flow, because I knew I must be dead - Nick had come to welcome me to the afterlife. Suddenly his arms were around me, his mouth close to my ear, and I could hear him, understand him, even if it didn't make sense to me. "You're alive, Alexis, thank God you're alive!" But that didn't make sense! I couldn't be alive because I knew Nick was dead, and if he was here that meant I was too. I tried to say something, but there was too much pain. I felt something pushed insistently into my hands, and as Nick pulled away from me I looked down. A small, handheld whiteboard and marker. "You can use this to talk, dear." The woman next to me... were those scrubs she was wearing? A nurse? She helped me to sit then uncapped the pen for me, and I haltingly dragged the pen across the board. 'M I ded?' "No, thank God!" Nick laughed, his hand squeezing my free one, "Well, you were for about four minutes until the paramedics revived you, but you're very much alive." 'Lt Schl sed she klld u tho...' "She never touched me, we never even saw each other in fact, she probably just told you that to dishearten you. When I came back in from the ocean and I saw you were gone, got your text message, I called you but you didn't answer. I thought something didn't seem right, and then when I got a text from you a few minutes later asking me to meet you in our room, I knew for sure something was wrong." 'How?' "All the words were spelled right and there was proper grammar." I snorted a laugh, which turned into a grimace of pain. 'Fny boy', I wrote. "I'm serious. I know you, remember, I know you don't text, or write, apparently, anything like the way you talk. I went to the valet, he told me our car had been returned, but by another woman. He remembered you clearly from picking it up, partly because of how revealing what you'd been wearing was, and mostly because you'd tipped him a twenty. I called the police, told them I thought you'd been kidnapped and that whoever had taken you was likely after me too. The valet gave the police sketch artist a perfect description of that Schlafly woman, but unfortunately, she'd already left the hotel by the time the police arrived." 'How dd u fnd me?' "Weee-llll... I don't like to toot my own horn... but actually it was my idea. The police wanted to put me in protective custody in case she came after me again, but I insisted on being there to help in any way I could; I couldn't just sit idly by when I knew you were in danger - I knew I had to put my own life on the line until I knew yours was safe. Anyway, I'd asked the valet to bring our car back up so I could drive myself to the police station, but it had gone, she must have broken in and hotwired it because he still had the keys. So we knew she was using our hire car to drive around in, but nothing was coming in from the APB. "Anyway, you remember last year in my electronics class I did that project on GPS devices? Well, out of the blue I remembered an article I'd read while doing the research for it, about Avis and their use of tracking devices on their fleet. It took a while for the police to get the warrant, but sure enough, there was our car being driven around the island. At first it seemed like it was random places, but then I realized - she was going to all the places in our photographs, all the places we'd been on the island. The police got a confirmation that she was the driver, and we followed at a safe distance, watching and waiting for her to lead us to you. "Once the trail was leading us down a dirt road that led to some farms, we knew we were on the right track. And then the transponder cut out. We had to do the last part by hand, search all the farms down the trail for the car. If it hadn't have cut out... we'd have been there sooner... you wouldn't have almost... died." I could see he was choking up and quickly scribbled on the board: 's ok, im safe now. Thks 2 u', squeezed his hand and smiled at him. 'Schlf?' I added. "In custody. Her hand was still on the knife, your blood all over her. Being caught doesn't get more red-handed than that, we must have arrived right when she... did it." 'U svd my life, thk u!' "Not me. When I saw all the blood... I panicked, I froze. I couldn't remember what I was supposed to do. It was Detective Kaho who tried to stop the blood flow and performed CPR until the EMTs could arrive. He wasn't even supposed to be on the case, but when he found out it was his boss who was the suspect, and that you were the victim... he said he owed you for the way he behaved toward you." As he was talking I could feel my eyes begin to close, the effort of just sitting, writing and thinking was getting to me. The nurse clearly had noticed too - she cut Nick off, telling him that I needed to rest and that he should too. I heard her tell me she was going to give me some morphine for the pain and to help me sleep, and I quickly drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When I eventually awoke, clearly much later, due to the lack of sunlight coming through the window, Nick was gone from my bedside, replaced instead by an older Asian man in a white doctor's coat. I saw his hand pull a syringe from my IV, guessing he must have given me something to wake me. He smiled at me when he saw I was looking at him. "Hello Miss Tanner," he said, his accent quite thick, "My name is Dr. Shimizu. I'm sorry to wake you, but I'll be leaving the hospital for the night shortly, and I wanted to discuss your condition with you and check on your progress. I must admit it's very pleasing to see you looking so well, considering. Do you remember what happened to you?" I couldn't see the whiteboard anywhere near me, so I wasn't able to reply in any way beyond a nod, and he continued on. "Obviously our first priority was the knife wound. The EMTs had already intubated you so as to ensure you were able to receive oxygen into your body, but it wasn't as simple as just stitching the wound closed. We discovered there was some damage to your vocal chords, not extensive, but it did require surgical repair. Of course we had already been informed that you are transgendered... I hope you don't mind that I took it upon myself to do a little more in there than was strictly necessary, once we had you stabilized. All to aid your transition, you understand. Your friend Mr. Swanson told me that you already have a passable female voice, but the adjustments I made during the repair to your larynx should take it well beyond passable - it will take a week or two to heal fully, but I hope you will be pleased with the results. In the meantime, as long as you keep your words to a minimum for the next day or two, you should be able to now talk with little to no pain, and you will gradually notice the change in your voice as it heals." "Thank you," I replied, hesitantly. There was still some pain, and my voice was still scratchy right now, but it was already better, clearer than it was earlier. "Please ensure you drink plenty of fluids to keep the area moist. The stitches will gradually dissolve as it heals, but allowing it to dry out will not help matters." He handed me a glass of water, telling me to do no more than sip for now and I drank it thirstily. Although the IV that was hooked to my hand had been providing me fluids, my mouth and throat did feel incredibly dry, and I was glad for the coldness of the water. "Your wrists, I'm afraid there was little we could do for. We stitched up the worst of the cuts, but they will really just have to be allowed to heal over time. Salt water will help to keep them clean and free of infection, although it will sting for sure. Unfortunately, barring plastic surgery, you will likely be scarred there for the rest of your life. I can only imagine how hard it will be to carry around a permanent reminder of what was done to you, and I'm sorry for that. "Finally there was the wound on the back of your head, which obviously we cleaned and stitched. Other than that, you appear to be in remarkable health, considering everything you've been through. We'll be keeping you in overnight for observation and to keep you on painkillers, but should you continue to recover at your current pace, I wouldn't be surprised if we're ready to release you by the time I see you again in the morning." "Doctor... where... where's Nick?" He smiled. "I believe the nurses forced your friend to take a nap in the breakroom. Except for during the surgery itself, he has been by your bedside ever since you were brought in, and I believe I heard him say that he hadn't slept since you went missing. It's a good thing they made him sleep; I'd prefer not to have to treat him for exhaustion." He added, with a gentle laugh. "He... told me that I had died, that my heart stopped for a while... Will there be any damage?" I asked. "Yes, it's true your brain stopped receiving oxygen for around four to five minutes before the AED restarted your heart, but it's too soon to say for sure if there was any cell death. The CAT Scan we performed didn't show anything unusual, and if it did occur, it would appear to minimal, your body and brain appear to functioning normally - you may find, though, that you have lost some memories, or perhaps your tastes have changed in some way, or some other inconsequential detail. It shouldn't be anything to worry about anyway. "Now, unless you have any further questions that can't wait until tomorrow, I am going to give you another dose of morphine which should help you sleep pain-free through the night." I shook my head that I had nothing further to ask, and he continued. "Lay back and get comfortable, and I will see you again when you wake." The feeling of the morphine coursing through my veins was delicious, the pain leaving me reminding me of being in the spa earlier in the week, where the tension in my body left in a similar fashion, leaving me only with a euphoric high. Was it really only two days ago that had happened? It was hard to believe, so much had seemed to take place in the short time since. I felt the drowsiness take hold, thoughts of being reunited with my thought-to-be-lost love running happily through my head as I drifted away. --------- Day 12 - Wednesday Waking up the next morning in that little hospital room, I already felt much better. My throat and wrists still hurt, obviously, but the combination of not feeling quite so drowsy from the cocktail of drugs I had been put on post-surgery, along with the knowledge that both Nick and I were alive and safe while my tormentor was behind bars couldn't help but give me a more positive outlook of the world. Speaking of Nick, he had returned to his place by my bedside once more, looking fresher-faced for his forced sleep. A smile broke across his face as he saw me wake, and I reached my arms out, pulling him toward me into my embrace. We both stayed like that for a good long while, just holding each other, his hand gently stroking my hair, and neither of us saying a word. Eventually, I felt the hot splash of a tear falling on to my back and I realized he was gently crying. I started to pull away to see what was the matter, but he only held me tighter and broke the silence between us. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just... I never thought it was possible to hurt so much inside, like it did when I thought I'd lost you. I think the adrenaline of the last couple of days has finally run out and it's just... just hitting me so hard how close I came to never being able to see you again." "I know the feeling," I whispered in reply, tenderly brushing his tears from his cheek, "Remember, that bitch told me she'd killed you... it was like the sky had come crashing down around me, like my whole world had ended. I don't ever want to feel that again, Nicky, even if it did just make me more resolved to beat her." "Me neither, trust me. I love you, Lexie." "I love you too." We continued to hold each other as time seemed to stand still, until we were interrupted by a knock on the door. As Nick returned to his chair, Dr. Shimizu entered the room, followed by a large man I quickly recognized as Detective Kaho, one of the men I apparently owed my life to. It was the doctor who spoke first. "Good morning Miss Tanner, it's good to see you looking so perked up today! The detective here would like to talk to you, but I told him I needed to examine you first, make sure you were up to it. Detective? Mr. Swanson? If you could both leave the room for the moment please?" They both left and the doctor began to examine me, first asking me to speak to check how my voice was doing, then using a lighted scope to check my throat. He checked the stitches on my neck and wrists, noting that my dressings would need to be changed soon, then asked me to stand. It was difficult, climbing out of bed; my legs were incredibly unstable through the lack of activity they had seen over the last couple of days and I was glad that he was short yet strong enough that I could lean against him as I tried to combat the wobbles. When I was ready, he slowly walked me around the room, all the while asking me questions about if and where I was feeling any pain or discomfort. Finally he allowed me to get back into bed and I realized I was breathing heavily from the exertion. He went to the small bathroom that was attached to the room, coming back with a glass of water for me. "Well Miss Tanner, I'm very pleased with your recovery so far. Obviously you'll still need plenty of rest over the coming days, but the way you're progressing, I see no reason why that rest can't be taken on the beach instead of here in the hospital. There's still a little blood oozing from your left wrist and your neck, so I'd like to keep you here for another few hours while we get that taken care of, but we should be able to discharge you later today. I'm also pleased with your voice so far - if you sing at all, by the time you're fully healed, you should have a lovely mezzo-soprano. "Now, do you feel up to receiving visitors? If so, I'll let the detective know you're willing to talk to him." "Just give me a moment to re-catch my breath," I said, still feeling a little tired from the exercise, "and I'll be ready." He left, and Nick re-entered the room, retaking his seat, telling me that the detective was going to give me a little time to get relaxed again. Eventually he too returned, standing at the foot of the bed, his suit jacket folded over his arm. He looked like he was lost for words, unsure of where to start, so I took it upon myself to break the ice. "Nick told me that I probably owe my life to you, that you kept your head under pressure and gave me CPR while you waited for the ambulance. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart." "Well, I don't know about... I mean it's all part of the job... Oh, look, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. What I said to you the last time we spoke, the way I behaved... it was way beyond inappropriate. I was under pressure, and I reacted badly, and while I realize that's no excuse, I hope you know that I never meant to offend you, and I'm sorry if I did." "It's ok," I said, "I know a lot of people are going to react similarly when they find out, I'm about as prepared for it as I can ever be. You already apologized with your actions - I know you didn't need to be involved in my case, but I am definitely glad you were. And at least you didn't act the same way as your boss did, once she was sure only I could hear." "Not my boss anymore," he said. "She confessed to... well, how much do you know already?" I told him everything she had told me in that basement before she planned to tried to kill me, while he nodded and the shock appeared on Nick's face. "Well, that about covers it, yes. We have her tied to 11 murders already, besides those of Miss Bailey and her friends, not to mention the money laundering, smuggling and your kidnapping and attempted murder. There're more old cases we're looking into as well, re-examining the evidence. Either way, it's safe to say that she'll be going to jail for a good long time, and that there are several innocent people currently in jail who will owe their impending freedom to you. Police on the mainland will be picking up her associate soon too. "Now... I know you need your rest, but there's some people here who'd really like to meet you, to thank you for what you've done. Would you be able to give them a few minutes? I'll be right here, and of course Mr. Swanson can stay too, after all we may never have found you in time without him." I nodded, wondering who it could possibly be and he walked outside. I heard Nick whisper "It's going to be fine." to me, with a smile on his face, as Detective Kaho returned, two people I'd never seen before following behind him; a man and woman, both in either their late 40's or early 50's. The woman looked like she had been crying, her eyes red and glassy, the remnants of tears still sitting in the corners. The man just looked tired, like he'd been carrying a heavy weight around with him for a while and just wanted to be able to take a break. The detective drew two chairs to the opposite side of the bed from where Nick sat and they both sat down, while he returned to his position at the end of the bed. "Miss Tanner," he said, "I'd like to introduce you to David and Christina Bailey. Alexis' parents." He added, unnecessarily. The name had already dropped like a lead weight into my head, my mouth opened in shock, words frozen in my throat. I was unsure how to react. "Miss Tanner... I understand you go by Alexis too?" the man, David said, his voice sounding as weary as he looked. I nodded and he continued. "I know it must be somewhat of a... shock to meet us like this, under the circumstances of the last week or so... but we want you to know that we are only here to thank you for your part in helping to bring our daughter's murderer to justice. "When the police informed us of the full circumstances of Alexis' death, of your involvement... well I hope you don't take it too badly to know that we didn't react well at all. I know I said a lot of things about you that I regret, in fact I may have had worse things to say about you than the person who actually took our beautiful daughter from us. "But when we arrived on the island and found out that her killer had turned their attention on to you, and then yesterday when it came to light everything that had been done to you and what you yourself had done to try to escape and bring justice down on the murderer... well, we couldn't help but admire your spirit..." He paused, but the silence was quickly filled by his wife. "What my husband is trying to say is, while we may not understand your... lifestyle, whether you knew it or not, you helped bring peace to our family, helped Alexis rest easy. You have no idea how much of a weight has been lifted from our shoulders knowing that she has been avenged in a way. And for that we owe you much, much more than our gratitude." She began to cry again, her husband drawing her to him, but she pushed him away, trying to press on. "Alexis... our Alexis..." she sobbed, "was the most beautiful, generous person I have ever known. She could never let a friend or a stranger go in need, was devoted to working for more charitable causes than most people can name. It's why she had so little money of her own, why she probably jumped at the chance to make some. We think.... We think she wouldn't want her death to be in vain, she would want it to help someone in some way. Which is why....... Why we want you to have her clothes, all of them, not just what she brought here with her." I was already in tears from her obvious pain, but that just tipped me further over the edge. "Are... are you sure?" I sobbed. "Yes," David said firmly. "Obviously we would have donated them to charity, but we thought what better charitable cause than you, without whom her murder may never have been solved?" "All we ask in return," said Christina, "is that you come to her funeral, see the lives she touched, and perhaps consider devoting some of your time to continue her good deeds." "Of course!" I almost yelled. "Of course I will. I'm not sure if it can ever be enough to repay what you've done for me today, but I absolutely will." We chatted for a little while more about the daughter I had never had opportunity to meet, but by the time they hugged me and left, making sure to take my email so as to send me details of the funeral, I felt like I knew her better than some of my own friends. Nick and I held each other for a while as I cried, not in sadness but rather in relief, partly that one of the major worries of our return to reality was taking care of itself, and partly that it seemed like our ordeal of the last few days really was over. Eventually, once the doctor was happy my wounds were no longer oozing, I was discharged and we returned to the hotel. We had been moved to a new room - our old one having been fairly well torn apart by Lt. Schlafly in her attempt to locate the missing diamonds. Our new suite had a small balcony, and Nick sat me down in one of the chairs there, allowing me to soak up the sun. The warming rays had a positive effect on me, and as Nick sipped at a bottle of beer in the chair next to me, we chatted for a while, the easy small-talk of nothing in particular that we had always been able to engage in since that first day in college we had met. It wasn't long before I began to feel tired, and he helped me to bed. ------- Day 14 - Friday Our last full day on the island, the Thursday, was spent pretty lazily. I still felt weak from the pain and the painkillers I had been prescribed, so I spent a lot of time either asleep or at least dozing or reading in a sunchair on the beach. Nick continued to practice his surfing, but he never went too far out looking for waves, and he regularly came back to check up on me. Once Kimi was off work, she had joined me on the beach, both of us near wordlessly working on our tans together, the sun again making me feel somewhat stronger. For dinner, we returned to the restaurant where Nick had first met Alexis. It was amazing to think just how far we had come in the short time since we had last been here, how fully I had embraced becoming a girl, how we had fallen in love, and of course everything else that had happened to us. Though there was obvious concern from the waiters about the scars on my wrists and throat, now I no longer needed the bandages, it was nice to be able to get to some sense of normalcy again. Though he was concerned for my wellbeing, I persuaded Nick to make love to me that night, our last night in Hawaii. He was so gentle, treating me like I was delicate and breakable, so afraid of hurting me. Eventually I had to take matters into my own hands, rolling him on to his back and impaling myself on him, building to the pace I wanted to go at, happy when he got the idea and began to take control back from me a little. All too soon though, Friday dawned, we ate our last buffet breakfast and checked out of our hotel. Kimi met us at the airport, waving us off at security and making me promise to stay in touch, keep her updated with everything that happened in my transition and not hesitate to call her if I had any questions or concerns. My phone and driver's license had never been recovered, but Detective Kaho had ensured that I had a temporary Hawaii state ID with my current appearance for the photo - deciding I no longer needed them, I had left the contents of my old suitcase in Hawaii, asking Kimi to donate them wherever she saw fit. There had been one or two questions at the security checkpoint about the 'M' that was still listed as my gender on my temporary ID card, but my answers had obviously satisfied the guard enough that we were let through without further incident, completely unlike our original flight out to Hawaii. Waiting for our plane to be called for boarding, I lay down across the seats, my head in Nick's lap. While he absent-mindedly ran his fingers through my hair, we fell into that easy chatter once more, one of the things that I had come to realize showed how good our relationship was, that we could always find something to talk about. After a while, Nick turned to look down at me, a thoughtful look on his face. "Everything that's happened... it hasn't done anything to change your mind? About who you are, who you're becoming, I mean." I thought about it for a moment. "Not at all," I replied, "in fact the opposite. Every time she laughed at me, every callous word she had when I referred in some way to being a girl... it really did only make my resolve stronger, not only to get her back for everything she'd done, but also that I was doing the right thing." "What about the future though? I mean, I've got to admit, now the time's pretty much here, I'm a little nervous about having to tell everyone, and it's not even me that's transitioning." "I'm not worried," I replied, honestly. "I know it's not going to be easy, that some people will be tough to convince and others may never accept me for who I really am, but at the end of the day that's their problem, not mine. If a friend can't accept my decision, then perhaps they weren't really a friend after all." "Wow, I really am impressed. I was right, that day on that lonely beach - I may have the muscles, but you're definitely stronger than me." I pushed myself up, swinging my legs around to sit next to him, planting a kiss on his lips as I did so. "Thank you sweetie! But I'll still keep you around to keep me safe though." I winked. He laughed. "So going back to reality doesn't scare you at all then?" "No, because I'm not going back to reality. Every day I get to spend with you in my life, loving you and you loving me back... it's just another day in paradise."