Post by Rick Majors on Jun 25, 2014 23:00:54 GMT -5
All she saw was bright lights out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head left to face them and BOOM.
Then it was just black. She remembered spinning, but had no idea where. She remembered flipping, but had no idea how. Then black again. The next memory she had was a siren blaring. She opened her eyes but she had no idea where she was. She tried to sit up but.... she couldn’t. A paramedic put his hand on her chest.
“It’s okay. We’re taking you to the hospital.”
She blacked out again. She had no idea how long she was out. When she came to again, she was in a hospital bed. There was an oxygen mask on her face and several IVs hanging out of her arms. The bed was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They spoke to one another with hurried speech as she was pushed down the hall. It seemed like chaos. Everyone was frantic.
What was going on? What was happening to her? Why was this happening? Where was Rick?
That’s the last memory she had for several months. After all, that was the last time she was conscious for several months. During the recovery process, the doctors told her that she had been placed into a “medically-induced coma” but, to her, it felt more like she had been placed directly into hell.
She doesn’t recommend losing months of your life to anyone.
When she finally woke up, Rick was sitting at the side of the bed. So were several doctors.
“Wha.... where were you?” she said, turning to Rick.
“I’m here Kelly, I’m here.”
“But.... where...?”
“You’ve been in a coma for several months Mrs. Majors,” said one of the doctors. “You’re very lucky to be alive.”
She didn’t feel lucky to be alive. She felt confused. And scared. And alone.
“It’s January. 2010. You’ve been in a coma for six months,” said Rick.
Six months.... six months..... that’s... that’s..... insane.
“It’s a miracle that you’re actually talking and moving your head.”
“He’s right,” said a different doctor. “You suffered very serious injuries during that car accident.”
“Car accident?” Kelly asked.
None of this made any sense. What car accident? Where was she? Six months? What....? She needed Rick right now. She needed him to lean over and hug her. She needed him to tell her what was going on and that everything was going to be okay. But he was just talking to the doctor. She wanted to jump out of the hospital bed and chase all of these doctors out of the room. Who they were they, anyway? But she couldn’t. She physically couldn’t.
And then she woke up.
Kelly Majors hadn’t dreamed about the accident in a very long time. She tried not to think about it ever, in fact. She just wanted to move on. But, occasionally, that horrific time period in her life crept into her subconscious. She couldn’t help it. Now she found herself wide awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and too upset to sleep. She was scared. And she was lonely. She wished that Rick was there with her. She sometimes still believed that he would be there when she opened her eyes in the morning. On rare occasions she’d roll over and expect to see him sleeping beside her.
But he wasn’t there. He was at home. In the bed they once shared. By himself. At least he was hopefully by himself. Even though she knew it was better for everyone that she continued to live at her sister’s house, she often imagined returning home. She thought about waking up in the morning beside the man she loved. She pictured drinking coffee together in the kitchen every morning and eating dinner together every night. She thought about how it felt to snuggle up on the couch with him while they both watched TV. She remembered his voice, his touch, his smell.
Would they ever be able to go back to that?
Across town, Rick Majors was awake as well. He was sitting up in bed, staring at his phone. He’d been in that position for several minutes now, frozen. On the phone was a breaking news notification:
He wasn’t particularly close to anyone in that van. Yes, he’d spoken to them all and was on friendly terms with every one of them, but that was it. To Rick Majors, they were co-workers, not friends. But the accident still hit him hard. A group of people, simply minding their own business, had been hit by a drunk driver. Some had tragically died. Others would never be the same again.
When something horrific like that happens, you think of the victims. You think of how you’ll miss those who had their lives cut short. You consider the long road to recovery that the survivors will have to endure. And that makes sense. It’s always tragic when someone is taken away before their time. It’s always hard to watch a person fight through serious injury.
But it’s also important to remember their loved ones, because they’re probably going through hell right now too. They’re thinking about someone they love suffering. They’re hoping and praying that everything turns out okay. But they’re also second-guessing themselves. What was the last thing they said to their loved one? Was it something amazing like “I’m so proud of you” or “I love you?” Was it something mundane like “Don’t forget to charge your phone tonight?” Hopefully it wasn’t something negative. Something negative can destroy your live just like the accident destroyed theirs.
The human mind is crazy. You can have a million amazing memories with a person, but the last one will always stand out, especially if it was negative. It will eat you up inside. It will consume you. It shouldn’t, but it will. It does. It hurts to have a whole relationship and an entire human life reduced to a single conversation, but that’s often what happens. You fixate on it. You wish you could change it. You'd give anything to go back in time and spend one more minute with the person you love. And it drives you crazy that you can't.
And if your last words don’t eat your mind alive, living your life questioning what you could have done to prevent the accident will.
Why weren’t you with them? Why didn’t you suggest they take a cab? How come you didn’t ask them to pick up dinner on the way home? Then they would have been on an entirely different road and they might be sitting beside you right now instead of fighting in a hospital bed or tucked away in a morgue. It's irrational. Of course you didn't cause the accident, but that doesn't stop you from blaming yourself.
Your mind can drive you crazy. It can torture you for eternity if you let it. Hell, it can torture you for eternity even if you don't.
Rick Majors was supposed to be sleeping. He was supposed to be on a strict schedule of rest, exercise and mental preparation. He was supposed to be thinking about the Icemann Invitational Tournament. His focus should be on LoKi. But all of that seems so insignificant now. Tournaments. Awards. Championships. They really all mean nothing.
For years Rick Majors has been battling himself. He’s struggled to a find the balance between his personal life and his career which had once been so easy for him. But it’s been hard. It was hard to care about wrestling matches when his wife was unconscious in a hospital bed. It was tough to focus on winning championships while his marriage crumbled. But recently, he’d almost gotten it right. He’d been on his hottest streak since arriving in PCW. He’d overcome so many obstacles in the ring and he’d finally positioned himself close to the elite of PCW. All he needed to do was win two more matches and he’d give himself immortality.
And now, with one breaking news notification, he could feel it all come crumbling down.
LoKi didn’t matter anymore. Murdoc didn’t matter anymore. Justin Michaels didn’t matter anymore. All Rick Majors wanted right now was to feel safe again. The car crash news had brought him back in time many years. It reopened all of the old wounds that he’d tried so hard to heal. He didn't want to feel like this. He wanted all of it to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality and it was painful.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. He’d been moving on. He’d been figuring things out. He’d been learning how to play with the cards he’d been dealt. He was almost.... happy. And now one fucking cell phone notification took that all away from him.
It almost didn’t feel worth it anymore.
And then his phone buzzed again.
Then it was just black. She remembered spinning, but had no idea where. She remembered flipping, but had no idea how. Then black again. The next memory she had was a siren blaring. She opened her eyes but she had no idea where she was. She tried to sit up but.... she couldn’t. A paramedic put his hand on her chest.
“It’s okay. We’re taking you to the hospital.”
She blacked out again. She had no idea how long she was out. When she came to again, she was in a hospital bed. There was an oxygen mask on her face and several IVs hanging out of her arms. The bed was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They spoke to one another with hurried speech as she was pushed down the hall. It seemed like chaos. Everyone was frantic.
What was going on? What was happening to her? Why was this happening? Where was Rick?
That’s the last memory she had for several months. After all, that was the last time she was conscious for several months. During the recovery process, the doctors told her that she had been placed into a “medically-induced coma” but, to her, it felt more like she had been placed directly into hell.
She doesn’t recommend losing months of your life to anyone.
When she finally woke up, Rick was sitting at the side of the bed. So were several doctors.
“Wha.... where were you?” she said, turning to Rick.
“I’m here Kelly, I’m here.”
“But.... where...?”
“You’ve been in a coma for several months Mrs. Majors,” said one of the doctors. “You’re very lucky to be alive.”
She didn’t feel lucky to be alive. She felt confused. And scared. And alone.
“It’s January. 2010. You’ve been in a coma for six months,” said Rick.
Six months.... six months..... that’s... that’s..... insane.
“It’s a miracle that you’re actually talking and moving your head.”
“He’s right,” said a different doctor. “You suffered very serious injuries during that car accident.”
“Car accident?” Kelly asked.
None of this made any sense. What car accident? Where was she? Six months? What....? She needed Rick right now. She needed him to lean over and hug her. She needed him to tell her what was going on and that everything was going to be okay. But he was just talking to the doctor. She wanted to jump out of the hospital bed and chase all of these doctors out of the room. Who they were they, anyway? But she couldn’t. She physically couldn’t.
And then she woke up.
Kelly Majors hadn’t dreamed about the accident in a very long time. She tried not to think about it ever, in fact. She just wanted to move on. But, occasionally, that horrific time period in her life crept into her subconscious. She couldn’t help it. Now she found herself wide awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and too upset to sleep. She was scared. And she was lonely. She wished that Rick was there with her. She sometimes still believed that he would be there when she opened her eyes in the morning. On rare occasions she’d roll over and expect to see him sleeping beside her.
But he wasn’t there. He was at home. In the bed they once shared. By himself. At least he was hopefully by himself. Even though she knew it was better for everyone that she continued to live at her sister’s house, she often imagined returning home. She thought about waking up in the morning beside the man she loved. She pictured drinking coffee together in the kitchen every morning and eating dinner together every night. She thought about how it felt to snuggle up on the couch with him while they both watched TV. She remembered his voice, his touch, his smell.
Would they ever be able to go back to that?
Across town, Rick Majors was awake as well. He was sitting up in bed, staring at his phone. He’d been in that position for several minutes now, frozen. On the phone was a breaking news notification:
Fatal Accident Claims Five; Four Injured
He wasn’t particularly close to anyone in that van. Yes, he’d spoken to them all and was on friendly terms with every one of them, but that was it. To Rick Majors, they were co-workers, not friends. But the accident still hit him hard. A group of people, simply minding their own business, had been hit by a drunk driver. Some had tragically died. Others would never be the same again.
When something horrific like that happens, you think of the victims. You think of how you’ll miss those who had their lives cut short. You consider the long road to recovery that the survivors will have to endure. And that makes sense. It’s always tragic when someone is taken away before their time. It’s always hard to watch a person fight through serious injury.
But it’s also important to remember their loved ones, because they’re probably going through hell right now too. They’re thinking about someone they love suffering. They’re hoping and praying that everything turns out okay. But they’re also second-guessing themselves. What was the last thing they said to their loved one? Was it something amazing like “I’m so proud of you” or “I love you?” Was it something mundane like “Don’t forget to charge your phone tonight?” Hopefully it wasn’t something negative. Something negative can destroy your live just like the accident destroyed theirs.
The human mind is crazy. You can have a million amazing memories with a person, but the last one will always stand out, especially if it was negative. It will eat you up inside. It will consume you. It shouldn’t, but it will. It does. It hurts to have a whole relationship and an entire human life reduced to a single conversation, but that’s often what happens. You fixate on it. You wish you could change it. You'd give anything to go back in time and spend one more minute with the person you love. And it drives you crazy that you can't.
And if your last words don’t eat your mind alive, living your life questioning what you could have done to prevent the accident will.
Why weren’t you with them? Why didn’t you suggest they take a cab? How come you didn’t ask them to pick up dinner on the way home? Then they would have been on an entirely different road and they might be sitting beside you right now instead of fighting in a hospital bed or tucked away in a morgue. It's irrational. Of course you didn't cause the accident, but that doesn't stop you from blaming yourself.
Your mind can drive you crazy. It can torture you for eternity if you let it. Hell, it can torture you for eternity even if you don't.
Rick Majors was supposed to be sleeping. He was supposed to be on a strict schedule of rest, exercise and mental preparation. He was supposed to be thinking about the Icemann Invitational Tournament. His focus should be on LoKi. But all of that seems so insignificant now. Tournaments. Awards. Championships. They really all mean nothing.
For years Rick Majors has been battling himself. He’s struggled to a find the balance between his personal life and his career which had once been so easy for him. But it’s been hard. It was hard to care about wrestling matches when his wife was unconscious in a hospital bed. It was tough to focus on winning championships while his marriage crumbled. But recently, he’d almost gotten it right. He’d been on his hottest streak since arriving in PCW. He’d overcome so many obstacles in the ring and he’d finally positioned himself close to the elite of PCW. All he needed to do was win two more matches and he’d give himself immortality.
And now, with one breaking news notification, he could feel it all come crumbling down.
LoKi didn’t matter anymore. Murdoc didn’t matter anymore. Justin Michaels didn’t matter anymore. All Rick Majors wanted right now was to feel safe again. The car crash news had brought him back in time many years. It reopened all of the old wounds that he’d tried so hard to heal. He didn't want to feel like this. He wanted all of it to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality and it was painful.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. He’d been moving on. He’d been figuring things out. He’d been learning how to play with the cards he’d been dealt. He was almost.... happy. And now one fucking cell phone notification took that all away from him.
It almost didn’t feel worth it anymore.
And then his phone buzzed again.
Hi Rick, I know it’s late but can you call me? - Kelly