Chapter Eighty Five
A few days later Chris woke up with JC standing right in front of him. "Wake up."
"Why?" Chris mumbled, glancing at the clock. "It's only eleven."
"Eryn's being transferred back home today," JC said.
Chris sat up. "How can they do that if she's in a coma?"
"They told Sasha something about a machine and life support," JC said. "I don't know. Anyway, the bus is going to be outside to take us up to Toronto, if we want to go. Lance said he wants to, and Justin said he won't leave Eryn. Joey wants to stay with Sasha. What do you want to do?"
"Are you going?" Chris asked.
JC nodded. "I want to be there when she wakes up."
"So do I," Chris said.
"We're supposed to pack our stuff, and the bus is going to take us up. Sasha said we could stay at their house, and Mr. and Mrs. Tucker are staying here for a few days then going up and staying at the hospital." JC answered.
"Okay," Chris said. "When is the bus supposed to be here?"
"In about twenty minutes," JC answered.
"Okay," Chris said. "Just let me know when."
***
Justin walked into Eryn's room, the rhythmic beeping taunting him.
He sat down beside her and gently caressed her cheek. "Eryn..." he whispered. "Today they're taking you to the hospital in Toronto. We're all coming with you, we won't let you go. You're going to be all right, Eryn, you're going to pull through. I love you."
A nurse walked in. "Justin," she said gently. "We're taking her now, she'll be in room 202, for when you get there."
"Thank you," he said quietly, his eyes shining with tears. He started to walk out of the room and the nurse put her arm on his back.
"Wait," she said with a sigh. "I told the Tucker's and I am only supposed to tell immediately family, but there is some news about Eryn that I think you should know."
"What is it?" he asked, turning around. "Is she coming to?"
The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry, Justin. But it doesn't look like she is going to make it."
"No," Justin said, shaking his head. "You aren't right... Stop it."
"I'm sorry," she said again, "but I thought you would want to know."
"Nope," Justin said, refusing to believe it. "I'll see her in Toronto." He turned around and left the room.
***
The next day, Justin, Joey, Sasha, JC, Chris and Lance arrived in Toronto.
Sasha walked over to the answering machine and pressed the button.
"Hey Sash, it's Shane, give me a call," Shane's voice flowed over the machine.
"Eryn, it's Dave, I need you to call me as soon as you get home because we really need you to work," Dave's voice was the next message.
Joey walked up behind Sasha and put him arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek.
"Hi Joey," she said, turning around and returning the kiss.
"Are you going to see Eryn this afternoon?" Joey asked.
"I have to clean the house," Sasha answered. "It's a mess."
Joey looked around at the spotless living room. "Sash... the room is pretty clean."
"No it's not," she answered.
Joey shrugged. "Is it because you are scared? Because of Eryn?"
Sasha smirked. "No. Think what you want. I don't get scared."
"Sasha, it's okay to let go," Joey said.
"I don't cry, I don't let go," Sasha said.
"You've cried," Joey said.
"Yeah, but I realized there's no point any more," Sasha shot back. "There's no point at all. I mean, she's going to be okay, so why does it matter? Let nature take its course. I'm never going to cry over petty things again."
"This isn't petty," Joey said gently. "Why are acting like this? I'm here for you, you can cry..."
Sasha glared at him. "Stop."
"Stop what?" Joey asked.
"Stop being so... so..." she hesitated. "I don't know. Stop it."
"Stop what?" He repeated. "Caring? Trying to be good to you?"
She shook her head. "I have to go vacuum the room... over there," she stammered, walking out of the room.
Joey sighed and sat on the couch. What's up with her? He thought.
***
Lance sat on the front porch, thinking about Eryn. He was going to visit her, but the nurse said to wait a few days, so they could make sure the new machines would work properly. He pulled out a small pad of paper he bought and a black pen. He labeled the front of the pad Lance's Journal and began to write.
It's getting worse by the day. Eryn... I don't understand, I mean, why is God doing this to us? To me? I love her more than anything, she's my life, she's my heart. She's everything. Maybe it's a test to test her strength, or to test mine. Whatever it is, I need her in my life.
Ever since this happened, I've noticed this thing with the guys and Sasha: They don't talk to me. Justin is so hooked on Eryn, thinking that what he feels is love. He doesn't know love like I do. And then there's Joey, who only cares about Sasha, and Sasha who is praying desperately for the full recovery of her best friend. Chris is too sick to talk to, JC is hardly talking to me. Damnit, I don't get this.
It's like, if I disappeared, none of them would even notice.
"What are you doing?" JC asked, walking outside.
Lance shut his notebook. "Writing out some thoughts. It's easier to express myself."
JC nodded. "Are you doing okay?"
"Not really," Lance admitted.
"Do you want to talk about it?" JC asked.
"That's okay," Lance said, forcing a smile. "I'll be fine."
End of Chapter Eighty Five