Southern Attraction

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take a right.  His room is down on the right.”  “Thank you,” Heather said as they turned to walk away.
                  Heather could smell fresh paint on the walls and it made her feel a little queasy.  “Gross, it stinks in here.  I smell paint,” she said.  “Yeah, me too.  Maybe it won’t smell like this upstairs,” Shawn replied. 
                  After they got on the elevator, Heather noticed that the walls were made of wood and it was smaller than any other elevator, she had ever been on before.   Shawn pressed the number two button on the front panel and then there was a jerk and the elevator was on its way.  “I’ve never seen an elevator like this one; it looks very old.”  “It’s old, but it’ll serve its purpose,” Shawn said.  Heather liked to hear Shawn talk.  His accent was very sexy to her, but country sounding.  Every time she heard his talk, small goose bumps ran up and down her body.  “Are you cold?” he asked.  “No everything is fine,” she replied as they got off the elevator and headed down the hall.
                  Jake’s room was three doors down from the elevator and two men were standing outside the door.  Heather said, “Hello” as Shawn nodded his head.  They slipped by the visitors to see Jake lying in a bed with all types of tubes and wires running off his body.  Jake’s mother rose as Heather and Shawn approached the bed.  “Hello, I’m Sue.   You must be friends of Jake’s from school.”  “Yes, I’m Heather and this is Shawn.  How is he doing?” she questioned. 
                  “Jake is in a coma.  The doctor says that it is touch and go right now and we have to just wait to see if he wakes up or not,” Sue said with tears in her eyes.  Heather walked over to Sue and gave her a hug.  “I’m so sorry.  Do you mind telling us what happened?” Heather asked.  “He was thrown over one hundred feet into a field.  Luckily, he didn’t land on anything sharp.  He landed on a pile of hay that helped cushion his fall,” Sue explained.
                  Heather’s eyes widened as she listened to Sue’s story.  She tried not to cry along with Sue as Sue began to sob and wipe her eyes with a tissue.  Shawn was quiet as he stood by Jake’s bed looking down at him.  “What are all these lines on him for?” he asked.  Sue walked closer to the bed and replied, “That one is feeding him through his nose.  That one is monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure.  That line is keeping him hydrated.”
                  Heather and Shawn were speechless as they watched Jake’s chest go in and out with each respiration.  The only movement he made was his breathing.  Silence filled the room as they stood over his body.  Heather closed her eyes and began to pray with bitter tears.  Shawn didn’t know what to think of Heather praying.  He had never seen her show that type of emotion before.  Sue shut her eyes and began to pray, too.
                  Shawn felt uncomfortable standing next to Heather and Sue as they prayed for Jake.  He hated feeling this way about someone that was lying there in a coma, but he didn’t like the way Heather was acting.  She seemed to really care about Jake more than just a close friend and it really bothered him . 
                  After they were finished with their prayers, they opened their eyes and began to hug each other. 
                  “I am glad you two came.  It means a lot to me and I know it would mean a lot to Jake too,” Sue said.
                  “Do you mind if we come back later to check on him?” Heather inquired. 
                  “Of course not my dear.  You are welcome to come visit him anytime you want to,” Sue replied.
                  After they left the room, Shawn looked at Heather.  “I didn’t want to tell you

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