Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 17:00:33 +0930
From: Lukas Ashke <aussie-brats@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life Bonded Chapter 3

This is a true Love story between 2 Australian teens. All the characters
are real but names have been changed as with the locations. The only 2
names that remain the same are the 2 principles. Taylor (My Life bonded
partner) and myself. Lukas. This is a story about True teen love. There
is no sex at all depicted in this story, so if your looking for some self
gratification. I would advise you to go elsewhere. So, N=E=Way.

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LIFE BONDED:  Part 3


Lukas:

It's dark.  Why?  And why is it so quiet?  Something is amiss and I can
not put my finger to it.  I feel a presence around me, so I am not alone,
but I see no one.  How can that be?  Let me think...Gods, it feels like I
am floating in space but I can not move anything. I do not know if I am
moving my body or not.  This is scary and it's making me breathe faster,
that I can feel.  What has happened to me?

Come on Thumper...My names Thumper, I remember now.  Wait!  Not Thumper.
"Lukas" yup!  That's my name, but why did I think "Thumper?"  What
kind of name is Thumper?  Who would...Oh!  Yes.  Now I remember.  It was
that no good for nothing mate of mine, Taylor.  Oh, just you wait Tay,
giving me that pet handle, now everyone laughs when I get called that.
Even my Mum and Da have started calling me that around the house.  And my
sibs too.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  Just you wait Taylor, I will fix your
carriage for that.

Okay!  Things are coming to light now, even thou it is still dark.  That
has me baffled though.  But...I know a few things now.  My names Lukas, I
have a Mum n' Da and brothers and a sister.  I have a best mate called
Taylor.  That is something I have to think about too.  What makes Taylor
special?  Why him and not others?  Why do I remember him especially?
There is something very special about him to me, I just need more time to
think...

Okay.  Let me start putting things down, that's what I was taught at
school.  To get the correct answer I need all the information I can
gather.  So...#1,  My name's Thumper. Yup!  That right, got that in one.
Okay. Number 2...

Wait, is that a light?  I think I see a speck in the distance.  Yes,
it's bright, brighter than here, I want to go there but for some reason
I am not moving, I try harder still to get my legs moving and my body in
motion, but nothing is happening.  I am stuck right here, but the light
is getting closer so something is happening.

I hear sounds, they're voices I can tell, but whose?  They sound
soothing, relaxing, like they will not hurt me but only want to help.
That's good, I seriously can use all the help I can get now.  I feel
someone/something touch my forehead, my eyes, my mouth?  What's going
on?

The light's getting brighter.  Great!  I need to see what is going on
and I can not see in the dark.

Wait, the light has stopped getting closer.  NO!  STOP!  Don't go. The
light is going away and it is getting darker once again.  My breathing is
getting erratic and I am getting scared again.  I want this to end.  I
want to wake up from this awful dream I am having, I want to go home to
my family and mates.  I want to know what's going on...

"pssssssss"  What?  "psssssssssss...psssssssssss"  What was that?
"pssssssssss...Love you."  Did I just hear someone/thing say they love
me?

"pssssssssss...Don't go, please!"  Did I just hear someone speak to
me?  It sounds like someone is speaking to me over one of those tin can
tellies we used to play with when we were young.  So distant and hollow,
but I know the words and they are soothing.  I feel warm and cuddled.
Now it's getting lighter, not that cold harsh pinpoint of light that
there was before. Everything is getting brighter and it is a warm light,
a warm feeling.  It feels good.

Taylor:

I do not know how long I knelt there, at my Lukas' bedside.  I was busy
talking to the man upstairs, asking him, pleading with him, begging him
to allow Lukas to live.  I heard people come in and go out of the room, I
never looked up once.  My whole life, my whole reason for being was lying
there in the hospital bed.

"Sprite!"  I looked up when I heard that familiar voice.  It was Mum
and she was standing over me with a look or confusion about her.

"Sprite.  What are you still doing here?  School called the office and
asked me why you were not in today?"  She did not look too happy about
that.

Finding my voice, I stood up to face her.  "Mum.  I had to be here.
Lukas is dieing Mum, and I did not want him to die alone.  I wanted him
to know I was here to the very end."

"Taylor.  Haven't you noticed?  Look around you son.  Look at the
monitors, at Lukas' parents.  He is not going to die Sprite.  Not quite
yet it seems."  Mum spoke softly.

I did as she said.  It took me a few seconds to adjust my eyes and to
focus on everyone and everything in the room.  The monitors Mum mentioned
were chirping away on a happy note, which they were not doing when I
first got here.

Lukas' rents were holding each other close in a hug, but they were no
longer crying, but smiling and looking at their son, and wonder of
wonders.  Lukas was looking better too.  He was no longer a pale slip of
a boy, he had some colour back in his face and I took his hand in mine
and could actually feel the warmth it held.

I turned to my Mum and asked, "Is Lukas going to be alright?  How did he
get better? Why did he get better?"

"Son, Lukas is going to live, he is not going to die.  For some
un-earthly reason, a reason only God can understand, he was given a
second chance."  Mum smiled at me.

Second chance?  No earthly reason?  What's that all about?  Then it hit
me like a lorry going full speed.  I looked up towards ceiling and
mouthed a simple "Thank you".

At that point a group of physicians came in and looked around at the 4 of
us and then spoke directly to Lukas' rents.

"Well, Mr.& Mrs. &^%*$##, your son, Lukas is going to make it,"  an
elderly physician in a starched white coat said.  "We can not explain
why just a few short hours ago your son was given Last Rites by the
hospital's padre and now he just shows signs of being in a heavy sleep,
and recovering with great speed."

"Your son went into a diabetic shock.  Lukas' glucose level was off the
meter and because of that he collapsed and went into the coma he is in
now," a second physician spoke up.

"But you say he still is in a coma?  That he is doing okay?  How can
that be?"  Lukas' mum asked.

"Let me try to explain," the elder physician said, "Your son was
injured and his body and brain shut down to repair itself.  That's
called a coma, but your son's condition was far worse than his body
could repair on it's own."

"We were giving him all the proper emergency treatment that was
available, but he was not reacting to it."  The second physician
stated.  "For some unknown reason nothing we did seemed to help."

"We were baffled.  We had no idea why none of our efforts were working.
That is why we called the padre and informed you of your son's
condition," the third and most quiet of the physicians said.

"Then. and you were both here, Lukas' vital signs just improved with no
apparent reason."  The elderly gentlemen said.  "We have no idea why,
or how.  Only that instead of dieing, your son decided to live."

I knew.  I knew why it had happened, and I owed big time to the man
upstairs.  He answered my prayers, and sooner or later, He was going to
want accounting for those pleas, but I was not worried about that now.
My Lukas was getting better and that was all that mattered to me at the
moment.

I looked up at the physicians and asked the question that was bothering
me since they entered the room.

"What is going to happen now?  Will Lukas be alright?  Will he be able
to play and go camping and horseback riding?"  I looked at them
pleadingly.  I wanted to know all that was going on with Lukas, even thou
I was only his friend and in no way related I had a stake in his getting
better.  I knew deep down inside I was the cause of him being here at
all.

I had moved back to Lukas's bedside while all the adults were speaking.
I was still standing but my hand had snaked through the bars surrounding
his body and was gripping his hand with soft loving care.  It felt so
smooth, no calluses or rough spots.  That always amazed me how he could
do all his farm chores and still have such soft hands.

"What about the boy there?"  That was Lukas's da.  He was looking at
me with a strange eye, as if it was me who caused all this trouble.

"He is a bit young to be here in the room.  Is he related in any way to
the boy?"  That was the older physician speaking.  I wondered why they
were talking about me as if I wasn't there.  It didn't matter, as long
as they didn't toss me out on my bum.  I had to be there for Lukas.

"He is a mate of Lukas', and a very good one by the looks of it," my
mum said.  She still had that strange look upon her face as she said
that.  I just knew that I was in for it once everything was over, but
that was in the future.  Not now.

"Well, he can have visitors, his sibs or close relatives if he has any.
Just not too many at a time or too noisy a crowd either," the older
gentlemen said, "there really is no limit to the number of visitors or
the hours in a situation such as this, all we ask is that you maintain
common courtesy for the other patients."

With that said, they left the room with Lukas' da and mum, I assume to
talk more privately,  which left only me and my mum alone with Lukas. My
mum then spoke up.

"Sprite. You have heaps of explaining to do when I get you home.
Skipping classes and lying to me about your whereabouts.  What is the
meaning of all this?  And WHAT does this boy mean to you?"

I bent over the bed and as I squeezed his hand I whispered into his ear,
"I'll be back Love.  No mistaking that.  You just hold on and get
better for the two of us.  I will try to handle the rest."  With that I
brushed my lips across his forehead and left with my mum.

Three days later, I was lying in bed in my room looking up at the ceiling
as it got lighter and lighter outside. I was thinking, "another day was
beginning and still my Lukas is in the hospital.  Everyone says he is
getting better but I cannot see it."

Everyday after school I headed into the city by public transport and went
directly to the hospital and up to Lukas' room.  They moved him from
Intensive Care to the pediatric wing.  Lukas was one of four boys in the
room.  I go to know a little about the other boys.  Jeffery had his
tonsils out and caught an infection, so he was there for awhile.  Robin
was our age and got hit by a lorry the previous week and had both legs in
plaster.  Then there was Sandy.  He was much older than the rest of the
room but I guess not quite old enough to be in the adult ward.  He came
in a day after Lukas was brought here because he had to have his appendix
out.

I said "HI" to them all as I moved quickly to the corner bed where
Lukas was.  He still had tubes and wires coming out from beneath the
sheets, but he had no monitors beeping and screeching in our ears.  I
peeked at his chart at the foot of his bed, I had just recently got the
urge to learn all these medical terms and wanted to put them to good use.

"Hmmmmmm. B.P. 110/64, that's good.  Temperature in the normal range.
White cell count...good.  Glucose level...spot on."  All in all Lukas was
in  perfect health, so why was he still sleeping?  Three days and not a
peep out of him.  Three days of silence and no movement from him at all.

As I had gotten accustomed, I set my backpack on the night table and
removed a textbook from it.  Lukas and I shared most of our classes at
school, so it was not unusual for us to study together.  Being in a coma
was not getting him out of religion study, certainly not from Brother
Michael.

Before I sat down next to the bed, I leaned over and straightened the
sheets and Lukas' pj's.  He looked so sweet and cuddly, I just wanted
to climb into the bed with him and hold him till it hurt.  But ...well, I
don't think that would have gone over well with the staff.

I looked over at the IV stuck in the back of his hand.  "Hmmm. puree of
wombat, with a side order of sisle weed."  Lukas' favorite. NOT!

I remember wondering how he was going to handle not having any sweets or
sugar.  Gods. I couldn't remember Lukas ever not having a sweet with
him, whether it was chocolate or some sweet and sticky confection, or a
bottle of his favorite drink, cherry cola.

So I sat down and start going over the lesson for the day.  I noticed the
other boys shying away from us.  Everyone but Sandy, he was closest and
was quite amused at my antics with Lukas.  He was an unusual boy, not bad
on the eyes with his reddish blond hair and freckles.  I think his
parents named him after he grew some, his name fit him spot on.

I continued droning on about The Psalms and what our lesson was that day,
alternating my stares between Lukas and Sandy, wondering what I was going
to do when Lukas recovered.  Everyone told me he was sleeping, but it was
just so hard for me to understand that.  So I kept talking and boring the
stuffing out of the rest of the room.



LUKAS:

Still alone. Still in this white room.  Still hearing voices and feeling
the presence of others, but still not seeing anything or anyone.  Worse
yet, not being able to say anything.

It seems like I have been walking around forever, I mean I have no way of
telling time or even in what direction, if any I am walking.  It seems
like I have been doing this for a long time.  If nothing else, it is
quite disconcerting.  WOW!   Where did I get that big word?  N-e-way.

Wait a sec. What's that way off, is that a speck there.  Something not
white?  I start running towards it and whatever it is, it is getting
larger like I am getting closer.  In a few seconds I can see it is
another person, a young man?  No, an older boy.  Lots older than me.  He
has the same long white robe I am wearing and with his reddish hair and
heaps of freckles, he stands out like a forest fire in a snow storm.
Snow Storm?  I live on the coast of Australia, what snow?

We each stop a meter or so apart.  This boy/man is much bigger than me,
heavier too, but he's got this real nice smile on his face and it makes
me want to trust him.

"Lukas!"  The lad says.  "Lukas.  You had better hurry up and get
better.  There's a cute young man out there waiting patiently for you to
wake up."

Wake up?  What is this guy talking about? I am not sleeping.  I am wide
awake, just lost a little. If only I can find my way out of this room.

"Lukas. Trust me young man.  There's a boy out there by the name of
Taylor who has been chewing his finger nails down to the nub.  He really
likes you Lukas, even more than I would like to say," the young man with
the reddish hair said to me as he placed his hands upon my shoulders.

"Just stop messing around and get back there where you belong.  Tayor
made a lot of promises in your behalf, and someday we intend to take him
up on them."  A smile appeared on his face.

"But that is way off into the future for both of you."  He continued,
"there are going to be some hard times ahead as well as times that will
make it all worth while.  You two have great adventures ahead you, so you
had better get your bunz in gear so you can get started."  Said the lad
as he somehow grew lighter, like I could start seeing through him.

"Oh! One last thing Lukas."  The ghostly figure turned to me with a
wink. "His mum calls him by his pet name. `Sprite.'" And with that,
the figure just faded away to nothingness.

"SPRITE!!" Tee hee tee hee. If I had a mirror, I would be able to see a
huge grin upon my face.  "SPRITE!"  Cool.



TAYLOR:

Eight days. Eight days and Lukas still slept.  I had no idea how long I
could hold out.  The guys at school are giving me funny looks each day,
and that does not include the questioning stares I am I am getting from
my family, and the three guys in here.  Well, two.  It seems Sandy
disappeared before I arrived here today.

As I was reading my history text, out loud of course, something caught my
eye.  I looked up towards the bed and stared at Lukas.  Something
happened just then and I missed it. I kept staring and my eyes started to
water because I refused to blink.  I missed it before but not again.

THERE!  His nose twitched.  I did not mistake it.  His nose actually
twitched.  My textbook clattered to the floor as it slipped from my
hand.  I rose off the chair and slowly, not wanting to miss anything, I
walked over to the bed, let down the side rails and just stared.  My hand
crept up onto the bed and went to Lukas' hand, the one without the IV.
It was warm and I could feel life there, I knew I could.

I started to yell, at least I think it was me yelling.  All of a sudden
there were quite a few people crowded around Lukas and me.  They were
shining lights into his eyes and taking his blood pressure and all that
important stuff physicians and nurses do in an emergency.

Everything was getting blurry, I could hardly see, but I never let go of
Lukas' hand.  No matter how hard I was being pushed.  I was never
letting go ever again.  Not even to wipe the tears from my eyes.  Never.

Then I could feel a hand on my shoulder and I looked around and saw
Lukas' mum.  She came every day straight from work and now she was there
with me, sharing this moment.

I turned around and looked at Lukas once again.  The physicians had
backed away leaving just his mum and me, me still holding his hand. Then
it happened.

His nose twitched again and there was the slightest flutter from his
eyelids. I didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was, it was
very important.

Under my breath I was whispering, "wake up Lukas. Please wake up.  For
me. for us.  Please wake up."

I was repeating this one sentence, over and over, as if I could will this
wonderful person to wake on my command.  Then, without any warning,
Lukas' eyes popped wide open and he was looking right at me and his
mum.  I think my heart stopped.  I think I peed in my briefs.  I knew I
could feel wetness on my leg.

Lukas blinked once, twice and then a slight grin came across his lips and
he looked directly at me and spoke the first words out of his mouth in
over a week's time.  His mum and I lean a little closer as he croaked
out in a very hoarse whisper:

"G'DAY SPRITE!"

Oh! He is so dead.



Authors note: So ends the most difficult chapter we have written to
date.  As I said at the beginning of our story, everything written is
true.  I might have added a few lines here and there in this chapter. I
do remember being in a coma and wondering what was going on around me.
Tay remembered a lot more about my recovery but we decided not to bore
you with eight days of nothingness.

Again. We both would like to thank our Big Brother Jon who stands by us,
giving us encouragement at every turn, and who, as our editor, corrects
our grammatical mistakes and puts up with our weird sense of humor.

We would like to especially thank Brad, Jeff, Danny, John, Jamie, David,
and anyone else we might of forgotten. Thanx heaps mates for helping and
teaching us.