The Awakening Chapter One

        It was a brisk day, not a thing wrong. School had just gotten out and Chris was the first out the doors of GT Seirots high. It wasn't like he hated the place, but saying that he was glad to leave was an understatement. He jumped in his car and before the mayhem of the GT parking lot on a Friday began Chris had already sped out. He wasn't anti-social, in fact he had plenty of friends, no one really disliked him, and he had never been the target of bullying, he just didn't want to wreck his new car. Considering he was 16 it was his life, a black Mustang, 2010 model. He loved it to death, gave it a name, Cheryll, kept it washed and running on premium gas. It wasn't just the car though, it's that it symbolized his first real freedom, his first real escape from the mundane life he called his own. Not only that but it also gave him hope that one day his parents would reconcile their differences. They both chipped in to get it for him, along with some of his own money, but his family wasn't rich, he was expected to do at least that. His parents had been divorced for 7 years, it was a nasty split. They fought over everything, him especially. He never resented his mother for it, but she was pretty nasty about the whole situation, putting him in the middle of a lot arguments so that his father couldn't say what he wanted to say while she put in remarks that Chris was too young to understand. Although he didn't really resent his mother, it kind of made him idolize his father.
Chris was driving down his city's main road and as he pulled off to take the road back to his house he saw something that made his heart stop. Barreling towards, not changing direction, not swerving, not stopping, was an 18 wheeler. It felt like an eternity, the truck seemed to come at him in slow motion. Chris' life flashed before his eyes, his mistakes, his first love, his first kiss, his most memorable birthdays, especially the one when his parents started to yell about his gifts. It was like he was waiting for the drop in dubstep, like watching the hail mary pass sail through the air, but it's intensity multiplied by a million. Then it happened, the most horrific event Chris could ever imagine happening to him happened, the 18 wheeler collided with his passenger side at 55 miles an hour. The truck slammed against him, crunching in his car. The truck pushed his car for over 100 yards, down and down the highway. Chris passed out right when the initial slam occurred.
The truck was unharmed, just a big dent. Chris' mustang on the other hand, it was unrecognizable, a big wad of metal. The trucker ran out and over to the mustang. He looked in to see that he had hit a teen, a child. Chris looked bad, his head had a huge gash in it, which was profusely bleeding, his arm was snapped. his legs crushed, and completely unconscious. The trucker, Dave, fell backwards at the sight. He fumbled with his pocket to get his phone to call for an ambulance, but to his amazement and Chris' luck one was passing by accompanied by a fire truck. The firemen rushed to the car with the Jaws of Life. They pried the car open and pulled Chris out. He was brutalized, beaten, bruised, bleeding and broken all over. His pulse was taken by the paramedics. He was alive! The paramedics rushed him onto a stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance, flipped on the sirens and took off.
The nurses and paramedics rushed him to the E.R., with all out their speed. If they didn't act fast Chris could bleed out from just external wounds, not to mention internal. A doctor came up next to them to ask about the child, if they knew anything other about him. He was wheeled into the an operating room. A tense surgeon began to operate. He cut here and stitched there, set bones in some places while he checked Chris' organs on others. It would be a miracle if he survived the night, the nurses were saying. The surgeon, Dr. Troy, was silent, not a word other than to ask for the appropriate tool.
After surgery was over, which lasted 3 straight hours, Chris was wheeled into a hospital room. All this time Chris was completely unconscious, unaware of anything in the real world. Chris' parents both worked out of town, 5-6 hours at least, but they arrived in under 4. They came in at the same time, noticing each other for only a second before running through everyone to get to their son. They went to the room, which was surrounded in glass, with the curtains pulled, and the door locked. A diagnostician walked up to the worried parents, asking if they were Chris' parents. They answered yes in a hurried and worried tone. The doctor looked them in the eyes and told them what happened, about how he had been hit, how lucky he was, how bad off he was, how long it took to in surgery, and then said that it would be a miracle if he survived the night. They were rammed by this information. They went and sat on the chairs by the desk that was near their son's room, and held each other's hands.
They stayed there overnight, not budging no matter how much they were asked. The hospital was a bleak place that night, it began to rain outside. The entire place seemed to irradiate worry from just the parents. They were lulled to sleep after sitting there for hours by the dull beeping of monitors. When morning came the same doctor came back in and after spending all night working and checking on their son he finally had some news. He walked up to Chris' parents and asked if they wanted to come into his room with him. They flew to the room and to their son, horrified, but overjoyed at the same time. He was breathing, they could tell that much. The doctor gave them their time, but called them to him. He was very solemn with his information, but he had to tell them the truth about their son. He took a deep breath, looked at both of them and said, "Your son is in good condition as far as we can tell, no internal bleeding left, his bones have been set and will heal with time, his spine is amazingly in good condition leaving him without any sort of paralyzation to our knowledge," he trailed off, took another deep breath, "but he is showing no signs of awakening." "What does that mean?" both the mother and father responded immediately. The doctor gulped and said, "It means your son has fallen into a coma."