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It felt as if I was waking up from a very deep sleep. I was almost, but not fully conscious. I drifted along in a pleasant haze hearing noises and voices, but not understanding what they meant. I gradually became aware of my surroundings.
I was in a bed in a dimly lit room that wasn't my bedroom. I started to get out of bed, but something wasn't right. I was very weak, had a sore throat, and there was an oxygen mask on my face. I later learned I had an IV in my arm, electrical leads connected to sensors on my chest, and a catheter connected to a urine bag. I wasn't as aware of my surroundings as I had thought.
A nurse appeared beside my bed to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. As weak as I was, it was easy for her to press me back until I was flat on the bed. She told me to stay there.
I think the nurse wanted to assess my awareness for she told me to nod after each statement if I understood, then said in short, clear sentences, "You are in the hospital. {Nod}You were brought in three days ago. {Nod}Just relax, and stay here. {Nod}I'll be right back." {Nod}
Being a perpetually horny teenager, I noticed that she was rather attractive, but too old for me. She had to be in at least her mid-twenties.
The nurse came back into my room, "Here's a cup of water and ice chips for your throat and a straw to sip it with. I let the doctor know you're awake, and he will be around to see you shortly. Now, take a sip, and swallow it, so I know you won't choke to death if I leave you alone."
While I sipped on the water, she told me the paramedics sent everyone exposed to the smoke to our local hospital's emergency room. The doctors tested everyone's blood and found some very unusual chemicals. Only two people, Cathy and me, were in need of special treatment. The emergency room doctors sent us to the UCLA Westwood Medical Center. The concentration of chemicals in Cathy and my blood samples was over three times the average of the other peoples' blood samples.
After I swallowed several sips of water, she left me to call my parents and let them know that I was awake.
One oddity that no one in the hospital could understand was that Cathy was in the same area as some of the other women, and the concentration of chemicals in her blood was three times that of the women who had been near her. They assumed my high concentration was due to my working near the burning carpet. No one seemed to notice that the concentration of chemicals in my blood was significantly higher than John's level, and we both worked standing side-by-side as we put out the flames. Something weird was going on. At least they didn't ask me what drugs I had taken when I woke up.
Eventually the doctor showed up. He checked me over and asked me numerous questions about how I was feeling. Once he finished assessing me, he said, "If you start experiencing any unusual sensations or emotions, let the nurse know immediately. The smoke you inhaled contained hallucinogenic drugs in addition to other things. Some of the other smoke inhalation patients have experienced some unusual sensations, emotions, and dreams. Your friend Ms. Ambrose is just down the hall, and her experiences since waking up are unusual."
I guess Cathy was not affected by the smoke a badly as me, since she woke up sooner. The nurse came in after the doctor left to let me know my parents were on the way to see me and would be here shortly.
She also told me that the doctor would be there shortly. Strange word 'shortly', it took the doctor close to 30 minutes to get to my room from his office upstairs. I wondered how shortly it would take my parents to arrive, and what type of clock is used to measure shortly. I also wondered what the doctor would think of my thoughts.
Mom and dad got to my room around 10:00 PM. Mom was her usual emotional self, while dad displayed a stoic demeanor. Once mom knew I was okay, she started to give me hell.
"Jim you are going to be the death of me if you keep ending up in the hospital from doing such dangerous things. You have had your father and I worried sick. I just don't know what I'm going to do with you if you ever do this to me again."
Over her shoulder, I saw dad smile and just shrug his shoulders. I looked at mom and said, "I'm sorry mom. I didn't know shopping was that dangerous. I'll try to be more careful in the future."
She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped. She smiled when she realized what she said. When she started laughing, we all laughed. When we finally stopped chuckling, dad said, "Jim, we know that you were in a situation that was not of your making. That guy John told us you kept your head and handled yourself very well. We're very proud of you."
We talked for another 30 minutes or so then the nurse came in and told my parents that they would have to go. She said that I needed to get some sleep. After we said our goodbyes, they left. Yeah, I know it's a weird thing for a teenager to think about, but I got to thinking about hospital logic. I just woke up from a 3-day coma and was wide-awake. The nurse says that I need to go to sleep. I lay there for a while and shortly fell back to sleep. I guess she knew what she was talking about. My dreams were weird. Disturbing to the point that I kept waking up and then dropping back to sleep.
Early the next morning, I learned that hospital logic also states that the patients, who need their rest, have to get up very early to get ready for their doctor's visit. I guess the nurses, lab techs, and other staff members need to do many things before the doctors make their rounds, and we patients need to support their activities.
My doctor finally showed up around 9:00 AM. If I remember last night correctly, the nurse said I needed rest, so she woke me at 6:00 AM for him to visit me at 9:00 AM. He looked me over, asked a number of questions, gave the nurse some instructions, and then disappeared. The nurse came by later and disconnected me from everything but the IV. She said the IV helped flush the chemicals from my body, and I would have to continue the IV until my blood work came back clear.
I was feeling more energetic after lunch, so I took a walk down the hall with my IV stand. I made it to the end of the hall, turned around, and started back. A short distance down the hall, I met Cathy coming out of her room. We said Hi, and I told her I would like to stay and talk, but my legs were feeling weak. I headed back to my room, and she walked with me asking how I was doing.
We must have been a sight. A skinny 5' 11" teenage male with hazel eyes and brown hair and a curvaceous 5' 6" blue-eyed, blond teenage female pushing IV stands down the hall while dressed in hospital gowns. You know those gowns that flap open in back. I invited her in when we got to my room and made it to my bed before I collapsed. Cathy pulled up a chair and sat down.
Getting a conversation going was a little difficult. At first, I contributed the difficulty to our hanging out with different cliques and not really knowing each other. Once we got started, we talked for a quite a while.
Cathy suddenly got teary-eyed with a serious look on her face and said, "Thank you for saving my life Jim."
I gave her a shocked look and asked, "What do you mean?"
She gave me a funny look and said, "Well according to the papers and TV, you risked your life to carry me out of the building and away from the smoke and fire."
I sat there dumbfounded, and shaking my head from side to side, while saying, "No, that's not right."
"What do you mean?"
"I found you passed out on the floor. There was no fire near you, and the smoke had thinned out. However, I decided to get you out before the remaining smoke harmed you any more than it already had. I didn't carry you out for it was all I could do to remain standing. All I could do was grab your wrists and drag you toward the escalator. A fireman got to me before I got to the escalator. He carried you out of the building. Another fireman got me out after I collapsed."
Cathy sat there with a quizzical look on her face thinking about what I said. She said, "If I understand you correctly, you were so bad off that you would have difficulty getting yourself out. Instead of abandoning me, you stayed and did all you could do to save me from additional harm."
"Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. However, I don't think you would have died or been hurt if I just left you there."
After taking a couple more minutes to think about what I said, she stood up and came to the side of my bed. "Jim, as far as I am concerned, staying to help me when you didn't think it was necessary makes you my hero."
With that, she leaned over and gave me a very long, loving kiss. When she finished, I was as red as a boiled lobster and at a total loss of words. Of course that assumes I was even capable of speech after that kiss. I think it scorched my lips, curled my toes, and left me as hard as an iron bar.
Until that kiss, I had not given much thought to Cathy as anything other than a cute classmate. That kiss and what she said about me made me think about her in a completely different way.
I had noticed her at school, but looking at her now, I knew that she was far more than just cute. To me, she was better looking than most of the girls that my classmates thought were the best-looking girls in school. When I thought about her appearance at school, I realized that her hairstyle, makeup, and clothing made her seem dowdy.
I later learned that Cathy deliberately made herself seem that way. She once explained her reasons to me, but I didn't fully understand her reasoning. It was something about camouflage to prevent problems with other girls. I don't think a male has been born who truly understands female logic.
Cathy had a number of close friends and was friendly with almost everyone, but she didn't run with the popular group at school. I hadn't given it much thought, but she was also in a couple of my advance placement classes. She had to be much smarter than she let on from the few things I've heard about her. I later learned that her GPA was higher than mine was. My reassessment of her finally solidified in my mind, and I decided that I wanted her as a friend, hopefully as a girlfriend.
A nurse came into my room at that point and told Cathy that she was due downstairs for lab tests. Cathy said goodbye and gave me a peck on the cheek. I lay back on the bed and tried to determine if her kisses and comments were the start of a romantic relationship. Yeah, I know I'm not an Einstein when it comes to girls and relationships.
The nurse came back about ten minutes later to remind me the doctor wanted me to walk as much as possible for the next day or two. My walk up the hall and back was a bit less tiring than my earlier walk. However, I was tired when I returned. Once back in bed, I fell asleep thinking of Cathy. I didn't sleep well that afternoon. In fact, I seemed more tired when I woke, than when I went to sleep. I couldn't recall my dreams, but I sensed they were a continuation of the dreams I had last night.
Cathy stopped by to see me before dinner was served and said, "I hope you're hungry, dinner will be here in about 30 minutes. I stopped by after my tests, but you were sound asleep."
I snorted at that and replied, "I may have been asleep, but it was not a sound sleep. It was more a nightmare than a pleasant dream. The only thing I can remember is a feeling of pressure in my head, and someone trying to talk with me."
"That sounds like my dreams," Cathy said. "I keep getting this feeling of someone pushing at my mind. It seems as if I am pushing back, but not at the person pushing at me. Does that make any sense to you?"
Dinner arrived earlier than Cathy predicted for as I was nodding my head yes, an orderly came into the room carrying my dinner tray. He asked Cathy her name and what room she was in, and then brought her meal in so we could eat together. Over dinner, we talked about school, friends, and our families.
I learned that when she woke up in the hospital, her mother responded about the same way my mother had. We agreed that our mothers would probably get along with each other very nicely. Our fathers' reactions seemed different. We talked about how our fathers treated us and eventually decided the difference was her father had a daughter, while mine had a son.
The main thing I came to realize about Cathy was that she was very smart and not just book smarts. She was much better than I was when it came to sizing up people and understanding what made them tick. I decided that compared to her, I was almost but not totally clueless in that area.
Our parents arrived to visit with us while Cathy was in my room. Cathy and her folks headed to her room after we introduced ourselves, so they could talk in private. I filled my folks in on my first full day in the hospital, at least the first I remembered. They told me what the newspapers were printing about Kevin and his father.
The fire investigation revealed that Kevin's father broke several laws in the process of keeping his son out of trouble. The authorities were considering filing charges against him. My dad said that people like him had a way of evading responsibility for their actions, so the authorities would probably never file any charges. Subsequent events proved my dad correct.
When my parents finally left, I got ready for bed. While stretched out on the bed waiting to fall asleep, I thought about how unusual it was for me to have nightmares. I fought my nightmares twice and did nothing but toss and turn the entire time I was asleep. I decided to just accept the dreams if they happened again. If I cooperated, maybe the nightmares would end, and I would get a restful night of sleep.
I had a good night's sleep once I fell asleep, except for the nurses checking my vitals and the lab techs taking blood and urine samples. I could recall bits and pieces of the dreams the next morning. In the dreams, I was linking my mind to the minds of other people, so I could read their thoughts and feelings. If I remember the dreams correctly, I was also influencing their thoughts and feelings.
As soon as I was ready, I pulled on a robe, grabbed my drip stand, and headed for Cathy's room to visit. Cathy was just finishing her morning routine when I arrived. I made myself comfortable in her visitor's chair, while she sat on the bed brushing her hair. I asked about her night and learned that she had another restless night. I told her what I did and learned by giving in to the dreams. I suggested that she try it the next time she fell asleep.
After breakfast, we told the nurse that we were going for a walk. While walking, we talked about what we wanted to do after high school. When we got back, the nurse was waiting to escort us to the lab. We had the same doctor and he wanted more tests, so he could compare the new results to those of prior tests.
The blood, urine, EKG, and MRI tests took us the rest of the morning. Our lunches were waiting for us when we returned. We were both tired from our morning activities, so after having lunch together, we went to our rooms for a nap. I reminded Cathy to relax, and go with the dreams, if she started to have nightmares.
I woke up in the middle of the afternoon and just lay in bed thinking about my dream. The dream seemed more of a training session. Information seemed to flow from my subconscious mind to my conscious memory as I was taught to use it. I thought about the information made available to me during the dream and tried to apply it to link with anyone within my range. Nothing happened. Perhaps my dream was just a dream. Maybe more information was necessary to use the information I already received. Perhaps I just needed time and practice to use it.
I was getting ready to take my friend Mr. Drip Stand for a walk to see if Cathy was up when she came into my room. We took a short walk with our IV stands and ended up sitting on a couch in a small sitting area talking about our dreams. We both had the same basic dream, and while the information we recalled was slightly different, it seemed to be real. We agreed to mention the nightmares, if asked about any symptoms, but to tell the doctor that we couldn't recall any details of the dreams.
The nurse told us that the doctor wanted to talk with us when we returned. She told us to stick around, and she would let the doctor know that we were back. While we waited in my room for the doctor, and the nurse checked our vitals.
The doctor showed up shortly and talked with both of us at the same time. I wondered if that was a violation of patient privacy. He let us know that with the exception of the MRI, our test results were within the normal range for people of our age. He told us that he wasn't sure what it meant, but in both of our MRI tests, the results showed that we had an unusually high level of activity in a portion of the brain that was normally dormant. He asked us a series of questions regarding any unusual symptoms that we might have been having, and we told him about our nightmares as we planned.
He asked us to make note of any strange or unusual happenings and to let him know about them. He also told us not to worry about the MRI findings, as the activity was probably a result of what we inhaled. He said something about consulting some specialists regarding the tests and getting in touch with our parents. After he left, the nurse came in and told us the chemicals had been flushed out of our blood stream. The doctor decided that we no longer needed the IVs, so she disconnected them and left us alone with the door open.
I suggested that we go back to the area where we talked earlier, so we would be sure of privacy. The area was just a small group of overstuffed easy chairs in the middle of a long hallway. Once we got there and talked about the MRI results, it became apparent that we both had the same idea. Namely, this brain activity was related to our dreams, and we were possibly in the process of gaining some sort of a mental ability.
I told Cathy that I read a number of Sci-Fi novels and stories where the main character gained a mental power. The government always attempted to take control of the main character's life and use their abilities. In some stories, the government was benevolent, but in other stories, things didn't go well for the main character.
We weren't naive for we had listened to adults talking about government agencies structuring things for their own benefit. I also knew that people in the government were willing to violate the law and the constitutional rights of the individual for the good of the majority. I told Cathy that if she doubted that, then she should learn more about the powers granted to the Homeland Security Department.
Cathy agreed but changed the topic by asking me what books I read, because she also liked Sci-Fi stories. We talked about our favorite authors and the books we had both read for a while, before getting back to what we should do about the doctor's findings. Cathy said that those stories were just fiction, and we shouldn't base our actions on fictional tales. However, we had just finished talking about how authors used their understanding of reality and human nature as a basis for their stories.
She said that she thought that we might be letting our imaginations run wild. However, she indicated it would probably be best to keep our mouths shut around other people. I let her know that I agreed with her completely. We agreed to keep our dreams and conclusions a secret.
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