Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry it's taking so long. SEVERE writers block. I've been getting alot of comments to continue to the story. This snippet was orignally chapter 7 but as you can see it's not long enough for one chapter. I'm just adding it as an extended chapter six. I really hope to finish this fic...it's just going to take some time.
Extended Chapter 6: Good Intentions won't change anything.
Monday mornings always began in the same dull, unquestionable schedule in both of Skye's homes. She would wake up (on those few occasions she did get some sleep) get dressed in Rosenburg Prep's school uniform, eat a simple breakfast, and then go to school. Skye sat at the dinner table staring blankly at her bowl of cereal and toast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day and Skye never had the appetite to actually want to eat it.
"...I know. I just wanted to make sure you got back home..aliv-safely." Skye lifted her head up and watched as Wendy talked on her cellphone while pacing back and forth. The day before both Julie and Kevin had to return to Mckinley since the nuisance of going back to school was unavoidable to the four...even with death pursuing them.
"Okay. I'll call you later, Julie..." Wendy paused and stopped pacing. Skye stopped swirling her spoon and listened to Julie's barely audible voice. Skye was able to catch one thing she said and that was the name Sean.
"No...There's still no word from him...I don't even know if he made it to California...Okay I'll call you later... Bye." Wendy hung up her cellphone and walked over to the kitchen table where Skye sat.
"Do you think Sean is still alive?" Skye asked
Wendy sat down in the seat next to her and her eyebrows furrowed as if she was trying to pick her words carefully. Only when Skye started to dismiss the question did Wendy answer.
"No..."
Skye remained quiet and bowed her head down at the marsh mellows that turned her milk into a swirl of pinks and blues. Wendy fished her car keys out of her coat pocket and headed towards the door.
"Come on, I'll drop you off on my way to campus."
Consciousness began to stir within Sean yet his eyes felt as if they were glued shut. His body had been paralyzed, leaving it devoid of any feeling until a sharp pain burned in his chest and sliced downward. He felt the blood bubble over his chest and stomach as gloved hands folded his skin open. Sean screamed in pain and terror within his mind.
"He's got severe damage...Surgery won't be easy..." a woman's cool mechanical voice sounded above him.
The pain began to grow to an excruciating and unbearable level as the doctors began to probe, cut, and tug at his insides and yet the doctors were oblivious to the freak occurrence that their patient had been undergoing intraoperative awareness; being conscious during surgery. With the severe damage the car crash had already induced, Sean's heart began to fail. The beating of his heart slowed and the doctors worked frantically to save his life, unknowingly causing even more pain. The instrument that had been monitoring Sean's heart began to beep precariously before it finally flat lined with a monotonous beep.
Author's Note: Yes, not as methodically planned as the other FD deaths, but then again it's 100 times more excruciating.