Jane Chapter one

    I don't think she's gonna make it, poor thing. They should just unplug her, let her go in peace. A woman gently cleaned the patient's face. I wonder what Ralph's doing down in the kitchen right now. Hmmm...maybe Charles is working in pediatrics. She put the sponge back in the water and fixed the sheets covering the emaciated body of a young woman.

Come back

The nurse felt the strongest urge, and looked back at the limp body, she sighed and continued on her way. Poor thing, I wonder if she can think.

Help me. Please, help me. I'm here, right here.

A male nurse was walking by the room of a Jane Doe, found floating in the icy waters of the bay. Brain dead, no doubt.

Alive, I'm alive! I can move, see my toe, I can move!

He stared at her shrowded figure through the glass. The room was really dark and he couldn't make out any of her features. The curtains should be opened for her.

Yes. Light. He can't see me move.

He sighed once more and continued on his rounds. He walked by her again, noting the curtains were now open. That's much better. He smiled and headed back to the nurses station, "That was nice of you." He told the nurse incharge of "Jane" (as she was called).

"What?"

"Opening the curtains for her."

"I didn't.

"Well they're open." he scribbled some notes down on a clip board

The light came on outside of Jane's room, calling for assistance. The nurse in charge raced for the room.

She's alive, she's alive! She threw open the door and looked expectantly at the bed, the body hadn't moved. The nurse checked the button, "Oh, honey I thought you was moving." She sighed. Damn tricksters, getting my hopes up. Poor little thing.

I'm here, I pushed the button. I pushed it. Please! Help me!

Almost like her ghost was calling me to unplug her. The nurse fingered the plug of the resperater, "Three more days, then we can let you go."

Don't go, talk to me more. See my toe, it's moving. See it? See it? I'm here.

The nurse looked at the window, the curtains spread wide. She walked over to the view and looked out at the surrounding city. She sighed, again, and closed the heavy drapes. "Poor thing.

OPEN!

The drapes slid apart so the sun came in. The retreating nurse quickly swivled and looked at the drapes, horrified. Damn pranksters. She examined the drapes for strings and bungy cords but didn't find any. She shut them again. Weird. Creepy hostpitals.

OPEN! The drapes opened again. I'm tired, you can go.

The nurse broke out in tears and ran from the room. She wailed to her coworkers at the nurses station. She could barely point in the direction of the room and say, "Ghost."

"There's no ghost." The head nurse proclaimed, "Come on, I'll show you." She led the way to the room, "Now you closed the curtains?" The calmer, frightened nurse nodded. The head nurse closed the curtains and waited for a few moments, "See Mary Anne? There's not ghost." Mary Anne rushed to the curtains and started to search for wires or strings. "Maybe you should go home for the day."

"But, but, but I saw them open."

"We'll cover your shift, go home and rest. You've been working too hard."

The TV's on. Why is it on? It sounds like the news. Boring.

"The search continues for any information leading to the identification of Jane, a young woman in her late teens or early twenties who was found last week in the bay. She is currently in a coma at Luthren Hospital."

OFF

Well, honey. No one's here. Who do you belong to? "Jane, Jane, Jane. Just give us a sign that you're still here."

My finger, see it? I'm moving it for you. Open my eyes, please let me open my eyes, God. Grab my hand, feel my hand move? Will you please see me move? SEE ME!

"Oh, you poor thing," She looked back at the bed, "Just show us a sign." she intently scanned the bed, but saw nothing.

My finger, my foot, something move.

Get this out of my throat. I want it out, I want it out now. Peel off the tape and pull it out.

"Oh my God." The nurse cried out, "The ventalater! Doctor!"

A man in white came running into the room, seeing the tube uselessly outside of her throat. He skidded to a hault by her bed and took her pulse, he felt her chest move up and down, "She's breathing." he sighed with releif.

"All stats are normal." The nurse scribled something on a clipboard.

"Who the hell would pull her off life support when we don't know if she'll wake up?" he growled.