Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 21:43:36 EDT
From: Maxus56@go.com
Subject: Kim's Incite

Disclaimer: The following story is fiction and is not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.  (This story is also the
original work of the author and the story belongs to Maxus56@go.com)



AN: I know I said that I'd introduce the celebrity in the next chapter and
I will.  I'm adding this incite...a side view.  I felt that this was the
best way to introduce a little more history to the character while I
could. Really and honestly; right after I sent in chapter 3 I started
writing this, it just came to my mind so now I'm posting and I decided that
I'll have side views from other characters as they come along.

As I mentioned before, the next chapter will take a while to come along.  I
still haven't chosen which celebrity it will be, even though I'm writing it
already. (It's down to two...but you can still make suggestions)





~~~"Kim's View~~~



       I sat now in the waiting room of the Emergency Room.  Still shaking
and covered in the blood of my best friend.  I had held him until the
ambulance arrived and held him on the ride over until he started slipping
away and I was asked to move aside.  At that point it was all too much and
I moved away to the far end of the seat.  As I heard one of the paramedics
say "we're losing him" I passed out.

       I awoke to gentle shaking, I shot up looking around for Devon and
began to cry and scream hysterically when I saw he was gone.  The man tried
to calm me down and eventually succeeded. I was brought into the ER waiting
room and told that the doctors would notify me when they could and that
they were working on him right now.  I continued to cry lightly at the
relief that he was at least still alive.  About a half hour after I had
been sitting there I pulled myself together enough to realize that I should
call his parents.  I phoned them and relayed the situation to his father
over the phone.  He was at work and said he would join me as soon as
possible.

       I was forced to simply sit and wait to find out whether my best
friend was to live or die this day. My mind began to think back over the
incident.  The man pulling out of the parking lot was busy with a back seat
full of small children and was pulling out into to traffic.  He hadn't even
looked back to the wheel before he took off, he simply kept on driving.
But he was not completely at fault...no doubt if Devon didn't make it I'd
blame him, but Devon had walked out into the driveway with out looking.  He
had been staring into space again.  And when I yelled for him to stop he
kept on going.

       His behavior today had me worried from the moment I noticed it this
morning.

Once before a few years back; about 9th grade actually.  Devon had slipped
into a fit of depression; He wouldn't talk to anyone, he stopped showing up
to track practice and lost all interest in his other activities.  He'd come
to school and just put his head down...all day.  Teachers eventually began
to worry and he simply replied that he was sick.

The other students took no notice at all; Devon was naturally quiet and
still doesn't talk much unless you start up the conversation first.  I
believe if time had allowed we all would have taken notice and seen the
signs of depression in him.  Unfortunately Thanksgiving break came up, and
then Christmas break began 3 days later.

Devon hadn't come to school the 3 days in between.  I called his house
almost everyday for a week but he his parents kept telling me he was sick
and didn't feel like talking.

It took his parents a while but they eventually began to notice that he was
more than just simply sick and even if he was it was a serious illness.  He
had been sick from Thanksgiving to two weeks before Christmas when they
finally noticed.  He had been staying in his room and only came out to use
the bathroom.  He'd occasionally go to the basement so he could watch cable
but even then he only lay deathly still.  One day a few days after
Christmas he supposedly started complaining about not feeling "right".
That was it...he simply said he didn't feel right.  When asked what was the
problem he said he just didn't feel....right, that something was wrong. It
was as if he was suddenly over come with a new feeling that he couldn't
identify.  He believed he was having an anxiety attack; so he tells me.  He
says that his heart had started rising and his hands were shaking and that
the pit of his stomach felt dead inside.  His father wanted to take him to
emergency; he declined he hated the wait in the Emergency room. For days he
complained about the strange feeling that was bad enough to cause him
concern but not an "emergency".

Later he told me that it was the same feeling as always just it was worse
and wasn't going away like before.  See...what ever it was he feeling all
those days ago in class and up til Christmas would come and go randomly.
The situation now was that it wouldn't go away and was much worse.  He
never said so but I honestly believe the only reason he said something to
his parents at all was because he was scared. The feeling was to intense
not and he was afraid he couldn't handle it.  And that same fear kept him
from seeking medical help.  It was a few day before New Years and his
mother had had it.  Whether Devon liked it or not he was seeing a doctor.
She agreed that they would schedule an appointment instead of going to
Emergency. She was becoming scared herself.  You see...Devon had been sick
from the middle of November to the end of December.  After seeing the
doctor and Devon obviously (to me at least) downplaying his illness the
doctor said it was acid reflux.  This was correct; to a point; see when a
large amount of stress is placed on the body over an amount of time the
body begins to react.

In this case it was acid reflux.  And after 3 appointments due to his
mothers concern over the "acid reflux" the doctor told them just that. She
asked him if there was a problem if he was under some form of stress. He
denied, and this went on into January.  He began to downplay everything to
the point where he pretended nothing was wrong at all.

His parents could still tell something was wrong from all the time he was
spending away from everyone.  As it drew closer for school to begin I
started calling him again.

He told me all that had happened.  Including the fact that he was still not
feeling ok, but then the worse thing I ever heard him say came from his
lips.  He was use to feeling this way....to feeling bad.



	I was brought back to my senses as I heard a scream and then
footsteps coming at me.  Before I new it Devon's mother was on me crying
and rocking me back and forth.

It took a while for me and the nurses to make her realize that it wasn't my
blood on my clothing that it was from the accident.  Once she was calmed
down she went straight into mother mood and looking into the status of her
child. Eventually my parents showed up.

This was going to be a long day.



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