Fan fiction: BB
By Badfinger “Guess I got what I deserve: kept you
waiting there, too long my love: All that time without a word: didn’t know you’d
think that I’d forget: or I’d regret: The special love I had for you: My Baby
Blue: All the days became so long: did you really think I’d do you wrong: Dixie
when I let you go: thought you’d realize, I would know,: I would show: the
special love I have for you: My Baby Blue”…………….silence
“Sir,
what is wrong”, “HAhahahaahahah” “in order for anything to be done we need you
to talk.” “Hahahaha” Canadian hospital
just south of Ontario, a very sick, mentally sick, Jesse checks himself in at
1:04 am without having said a word. Only eerie laughter, scars ransack his
face, burn marks where his once wild facial hair grew sharply tone his untoned
cheeks, his hair infested the look of someone crazed, seemingly to depict his
demeanor, looks and feelings, his eyes are torn between crazed insomniac killer
and scared motherless duckling. “YO BITCH, get your hands off me” “You need
medical attention you are badly burn and have infected scars.” “Leave me alone Yo
I don’t need this” “You checked yourself in so you will get attention” “Well I don’t
need it anymore” Bringing about a new rep
for himself Jesse In this alone for the first time in a long time, leaves the
estranged hospital and wanders away from the car and into the snow. Forgetting
time and place losing his ability to function, spitting up blood and crying,
laughing and limping, Jesse falls to the ground stranded, cold, desperate, lonely,
spent, and doesn’t get up surrounded by a newly fallen snow he seemingly
dies. Looking up at bright lights and
hearing in dull voices, new voices, a sense of calm runs itself through the
room. “Is he alright?” “Yes he is
fine, he was frostbitten, dehydrated, and had a punctured lung, but other than
that only a few cuts and burns.” “Who is
he?” “We don’t know yet, he had no visa no wallet, we don’t even know where he
came from, if he is even a Canadian citizen.” “Will we know soon?” “There is no
record on him we just sent fingerprints and a blood sample but that will take
another hour or two, until then make sure he is stable I need to check on
another patient.” Each word meaning less than the last and, the final thoughts in his
head of old life would soon diminish but the last one would linger for years
without any reconciliation of the meaning it stuck as if attached by the will
of god: Free. “There is no record” “What?” “Blood samples came back fingerprints came
back, There is nothing, his name, age birth place, Nothing, it’s all gone. Like he was never alive he is completely invisible
like he wasn’t born.” “So what do we do
about that?” “I don’t know yet.” “How
long will he be in the coma?” “Hard to
tell, could be months could be hours, and make sure his vitals stay balanced I want
to talk to him when he awakes.” Hearing but not waking Jesse questions
everything, who am I, where am I, where am I from, Everything that was ever in
Jesses head is gone he used to be a meth head pot head anything drug related,
now he is just headless with no memory, no Morales, Just he is alive. He
questions, in this dream state, what is this.
“Is he waking?” “Yes he is stirring” “contact Dr. Vardi he will want
to know.” “Dr. Vardi he is waking up…Ok, ok I will see you soon.” “Sir, how are
you feeling?” “What?” “How are you feeling?” “Like shit how bout you,” “ok good,” “that’s a
good thing?” “Well your awake aren’t you,” “wasn’t I before.” “Well we don’t really
know where you were before…. Dr.
Vardi good to see you, how are you, the patient is up.” “I see that, and I am
well, how are you doing?” “Is that shit like protocol, ask everyone how they
are doing then get a pointless answer?” “Well per say yes bu...” “Well then don’t
ask me, look at me and asses, I mean you are a doctor right?” “Yes, yes, so do
you remember anything?” “Umm, No,” “You have been out for five weeks.” Blank stare and silence, “What is your
name?” At this junction, gears have been set in motion in jesses head, a
million thoughts rushed at him at once, not one was his name or what he had
done in the past years, all he remembers is the insatiable pain left from his
wisdom teeth being removed when he was 14, Still remembering things just slight
details, a girl named Jane, getting kicked out of a house, loving, hating. “Where am I?” “Ontario Canada, do you
remember your name?” “….I don’t know.” “Do you know where you are from?” “Not
here.” A buzz is heard from the
background everything goes black buzz continues at a steady pace, nothing
changes, a single infraction changes the buzz and another and another and
another appear giving the sound a more vibrant feel. Now almost a melody of
noises fill the air, a single blue light flickers on in the midst of black,
seemingly far off, another appears behind it, another and another, then the
black turns to light and back to black, but not full black, just dark, street
lights wiz by, the buzz which once numbed the air is now a solid roar of an
engine, the infraction is a cars alongside changing the sound of his own,
nothing is stopping me now then a second dark ness hits, just as hard as the
first but this time after the car hit the water. “We need the defibrillator
stat” “CLEAR” Buzz, thud “CLEAR” Buzz, thud, a splatter of water and a deep
breath as Jesse comes back. “sir, sir” Gone
again, once more everything is dark, but this time a different sound a more
pleasing sound one of music and cartoons. There is white light that hits the
darkness, this time eyes closed not dead eyes, closed eyes. “Jesse?” Brock looks at him as he wakes from his bed. His grandmother in the corner watching cautiously.
“Jesse?” “Yea” “are you ok?” “Yea”…………..
