The next three days were wonderful. Her mother rallied and though she still slept more than usual, it was restful slumber, not pain-filled tossing and turning. When she was awake they all talked and laughed, catching up on a lifetime of missed moments.
They had watched movies, and once Joy had felt well enough for Chance to carry her down to the beach that she had always loved so much. That had been a second home to them, where they had taken daily walks for Katie's whole life.
Katie snuck a brief look at Chase and blushed when they passed the abandoned lifeguard station near where they... Well, considering her sacral chakra seemed to be reasserting itself. Her libido demanded satisfaction each time she was alone in the shower. The fantasy was always the same, his thick fingers thrusting deep inside her.
If, as Chase had asserted, her mother could tell what had happened from her aura, she had the good graces not to say anything about it. That was about the only thing she did not say anything about these days. Mother and daughter talked and talked and talked. About the past; Joy reminding her of things she had long since forgotten, refreshing, and reforming memories that would last her a lifetime.
They talked about the future too, though that one was harder for Katie. To listen as her mother spilled forth all of her hopes and fantasies for her only child was difficult, especially knowing that this woman would not be there, even if she did manage somehow to fulfill even half of the big dreams that her mother had for her.
The hardest was when Joy pleaded with her to tap into hidden talents to continue her life's work. Katie wanted to do anything to reassure her mother, give the woman whatever promises it took to bring her peace. But this one she found challenging. Which only led to another uncomfortable topic of conversation...her personal life.
Her mother was adamant that Katie possessed gifts equal to or surpassing her own. It was just that she had repressed and hidden them because she needed an anchor and shield to hold her to this world. Someone to call her back to this world when she was tempted to stay on that other plane and someone to dampen the strong emotions all around her enough to make them tolerable.
The only way to form such a lasting bond her mother insisted was a committed loving relationship. If that was not bad enough, her blunt mother went on to emphasize the importance of frequent sex to solidify those bonds. Considering where her mind went every time her second chakra had its way, Katie had called it quits then, insisting that they would talk about it later as she bent to kiss her mother's forehead and demand she rest.
Joy had grasped her hand then, far tighter than she would have thought possible in her mother's frail condition. The dark and drawn look on her once beautiful face and the glaze of pain in her blue eyes reminded Katie just how fragile that condition was, despite the past couple of 'good' days.
When her mother did speak, her voice cracked. It was as if she poured all of her energy into her words, "Remember, Kaitlin, nothing done in love can ever be wrong. Promise me that you will never forget that."
She had frowned as she brushed the remaining wisps of her mother's blonde hair back from her forehead. Was it warmer than usual? Maybe she should phone Melody, ask her to stop by and check her mother...just in case?
But for now, she forced as reassuring a smile as she could manage and pressed a kiss to her forehead that was definitely warmer than it should be, "How could I ever forget the most important lesson you ever taught me, Mom."
When she pulled back, her mother's eyes were swimming in tears as Joy studied her face for a long moment before nodding her head slowly and closing her eyes. Katie was sat on the bed for several long minutes until she thought her mother was asleep.
But as she released the hand she had been holding, went to lay it upon her mother's stomach, Joy opened her eyes once more. Her voice was so weak and distant that Katie was never sure she actually heard the words, but there was no doubt what she mouthed, "I love you."
Then she smiled, her hand slipping from her daughter's onto the cool white sheets and her spirit left her body to hover upon another plane.
Katie shook her mother gently. "Mom," she called first softly, then louder, but the woman did not respond, not even a flinch. She felt the panic rising rapidly, her heart accelerating in her chest.
No, she wanted to scream until she noticed the rise and fall of her mother's chest. She shook her head, torn as to what to do. She should call the nurse, but what if in those precious moments it took to find her cell and make the call, what if...
She did the only thing she could. "Chase, Chance," she screamed and despite the loudness of her voice then, her mother did not rouse at all. Katie felt her heart sinking.
Chance was there first, his strong arms wrapping about her, "What is it, Katy-did?"
She shook her head, afraid to even look away from her mother. What if while she did her chest stopped rising and falling? As ridiculous as it sounded Katie felt as if she alone willed it to move, kept her mother alive now.
It was not until Chance turned her in his arms and shook her that she snapped out of it enough to answer, "I can't wake her."
Chase appeared then and she was passed off to him as she buried her face in his shoulder. She heard Chance calling her mother's name, the rustling of sheets told her that he too tried to wake her, but she knew it would do no good.
"Melody's number is in my phone," did her voice sound as flat and despondent to their ears as it did her own.
It must have because his next words were a harsh growl like a commander giving orders he expected to be followed, "Get her out of here."
She pushed back out of Chase's arms, shaking her head violently as she saw him stumble a bit before catching his balance once more.
"No," she practically screamed. "No, I'm staying. What if? What if..." She felt herself losing control, felt her composure slipping, hysteria rising inside her.
Then his hands were on her shoulders turning her back to face him. His face was a sheet as cold as ice, as hard as steel. His voice deep and slow as he spoke, "Shut. Up. Now. Princess."
He allowed her no protest as he drew her out of the bedroom. She caught a glimpse of Chance reaching for her cell phone on the dresser near the chair that had been hers for weeks now.
Chase shook her gently until she turned back to face him. "You will not lose it around her again. Do you understand me? You may not realize this, but you would be fucking shocked at how much she can still hear and knows."
He sighed heavily as if he realized suddenly how much of himself he had revealed in those few sentences. "Even in a coma, you come and go into various levels of consciousness. Hell, I remember thinking 'so this is what Joy always talked about with her astral plane shit'."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Silly, uh? But it is surprising what you think when the only thing that works is your mind. You want to scream 'I'm still in here,' but they can't hear you."