NOTE: Due to a lot of confusion about a mix-up between two of my stories, "Accidental Fantasy," and "Accidental Discoveries, I didn't post all of the chapters of "Accidental Discovery" to Lit. I've rewritten the first chapter, which most of you never read, and I'll repost all of the chapters under this title. Then I'll start posting the rest of the chapters that were never posted. I hope this will be the answer to the confusion that was brought to my attention just the other day. Thank you for your understanding and your loyalty. Fantac64
It was all over in the blink of an eye. One second, I was cruising along at the speed limit and the next second, my car exploded. The next conscious thought I had was being aware that I hurt like hell and, my eyes wouldn't open, I was wearing some kind of mask over my face, and I couldn't get my mouth to work. In fact, I discovered rather quickly, I couldn't move any part of my body. I was aware that I was in a strange place only by the voices and sounds that surrounded me.
I wasn't even sure I was alive, to tell you the truth, but I decided heaven wouldn't be that noisy and hell wouldn't be that comfortable.
Some time later, a voice I recognized to be my mother began telling me about everything thing that had been going on.
"To hell with that shit, Mom," I tried to say. "Tell me where the hell I am and why can't I move?"
I felt a cool cloth on my face and heard her tell me the bruising looked much better that day.
"Bruising? What else? Damn it, I'm dying in here. Somebody tell me what the hell is going on." God, won't someone talk to me?"
"She looks good this morning," I heard a soft feminine voice I didn't recognize say. "Her color is better, and her temperature is just fine. Doctor Winstead says her kidneys and liver are back to normal too, and that's a good sign. Let's hope it means she's coming out of the coma."
"Coma? I'm in a coma? No I'm not, I can hear you but I can't move.God, this is frustrating. Maybe I can wiggle a finger or belch or something."
"Oh wait," my mother said "Sandy, come here. I just saw her fingers move."
"Don't get your hopes up too high, Mary. That sometimes happens and we don't know why."
"Dammit, look again, bitch. I'm moving my fingers. Shit, this is so hard and they don't even believe I can do it."
"Oh my god, you're right Mary, her fingers are moving. I've got to get Dr. Winstead up here right away," the sweet feminine voice said.
"It took a lot of me to wiggle those damn fingers, Mom. You'd better appreciate that." I thought.
"Well now, let's take a look at this young lady," a feminine voice said..
I recognized that voice. Dr. Winstead was the only one who knew what the inside of my pussy was like, with her damned scrapings and sampling when she thought I had a growth in there. I guess I ought to know her.
"So, Danielle, are you going to talk to us soon?" She asked. "Let's take a look at the readings here. Oh, that's so much better. There's a lot more brain activity, maybe even a sign of cognitive thought. That's a good sign. A very good sign indeed. Her lungs are clear and she's got a good strong pulse now. We might be getting our girl back soon."
"Oh my god," Mom said, "my prayers have been answered. After twenty two days, I was beginning to worry."
"Twenty two days? Holy shit! I've been laying here twenty two days? Why? What the hell happened?"
Mom bent over to kiss me and I could feel tears coming from the corner of my eyes.
"Don't cry honey, we know you're in there," she said, and I felt her tears on my face. I actually felt them run down my cheek.
She took my hand and I squeezed her fingers or at least I was pretty sure I did.
Now she was really bawling and so was I. "Mom, I'm coming home," I thought.
I got stronger each day and one day Dr. Winstead took the mask off and pulled the tube out of my throat. I could breathe on my own now and that was awesome, even though it hurt like hell to swallow. Then she told me they were moving me to another place. My thought was panic. I'd heard how they put you in those places and forget you.
Mom assured me that she would be right there with me, I heard them say something about a private room with around the clock private nurses and that made me feel better, but not good.
They took me in an ambulance and as soon as they wheeled me into my room I was surrounded by nursing staff. Shortly after that, I could smell vanilla. It was my favorite fragrance. After all the hustle and bustle of getting me situated was done, Mom came to talk to me.
"Dr Winstead thinks you'll recover faster here, Danni, but you'll have full time nursing for quite a while. She also said she's going to feed you some semi-solids tomorrow to see if you can handle them."
I'd been on IV feedings, I learned, and then they'd been giving me liquids through a straw to be sure I could swallow, even with that freaking tube in my throat. Most of it just drizzled down my throat, so the thought of even semi-solid food sounded pretty good.
I learned that my regular nurses were Jennifer and Wendy. Wendy came in at night just to keep an eye on me and make sure I didn't choke or anything. Jennifer told me she was twenty eight and Wendy was forty-two. Each morning, Jenn would talk to me just like we were carrying on a conversation and to an extent we did, after she learned my finger signs.
About a week later, she came in just as I was waking up and I suddenly realized I could see her when she was close to me. Oh, it wasn't a clear picture or anything, but it was an amazing discovery. I was so excited I wanted to scream but I couldn't.
When she took my hand, I frantically squeezed it and moved my hand enough to get her attention.
"What are you saying, Danni?" she asked. I tried to move my head but I couldn't get her attention. I heard her walk over to close the door.
"Time for your bath, sweetheart," she said.
