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Chapter 3-Ending Julie walked back to her chair and began to pick up her items around it. “I should go. You need to rest and get your strength back.” Michael wanted to say it was okay for her to stay, not to mention apologize for his outburst, but he kept his mouth shut. “I’ll see you when you get back on campus.” She said as she put her final bag around her shoulder. At that moment, a new voice was heard from the doorframe of the room just out of sight from both Michael and Julie, “Well, I hope you won’t leave with out saying at least hello to us!” And out from the doorway came Michael’s father.

Chapter 2-Ending Michael’s senses were immediately attacked on all fronts. What had been a single, defined light at a distance was now enveloping him. That small voice now turned into a crowd of voices, none of which made any sense. The only thing that had stayed the same from this transition was the pain he was in. His hearing was the first to assimilate back into his consciousness, although hearing phrases like, “Fasten the Restraints!” and “Where is that anesthetic?” weren’t the things he was hoping to hear. He could also hear his cell phone somewhere in all of the confusion. His vision came back just in tim

Chapter 1-Ending Michael pressed the call button and put the phone between his shoulder and ear. “Hello?” he spoke into the receiver. His mother’s voice answered him back “Michael, where are you? We’ve been calling your dorm phone for the last hour.” “Just on a little road trip, but I’m heading back to Norman now. What’s going on?” Michael asked. “Oh, we’ve just had a long day and we wanted to hear from you. You don’t call us nearly enough dear.” His mother was always the one to call him no matter what little thing happened. He knew that losing her son to half a country

 Michael leaned against a tree while looking over the incredible expanse. The rolling hills and cliffs of southwestern Oklahoma were a true wonder to behold out here. The sun had just begun to set and the sky held bold, grand colors while the trees and grasses swayed in the gentle wind. He had made it a habit to come out here whenever he had a long enough break from classes. The fresh air and the wildlife had been a great distraction for the worries and hassles of college life. It had been two years since he had moved to this part of the country. Originally from the east coast, he never dreamed he would end up here. He had gotten a Scholars

 Michael had been in this waiting room for what seemed like days. Maybe it was at this point. His concept of time had been thrown askew since this whole fiasco started. He never dreamed things would ever go as far as they had. But here he was, waiting. Waiting for so many things to happen. When would all of this make sense? What had happened to him that night? Who was it that he kept on hearing? But most importantly, when would those swinging hospital doors open and let him that they were going to be all right. Things had become such a mess since that day. So much had happened, and yet looking back on it now, it all seemed so scattered. M