Double Jeopardy Chapter 4 (standard:mystery, 6195 words) [4/13] show all parts
Author: Sarah Spenser	Added: Jun 13 2005	Views/Reads: 2817/2027	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This chapter picks up from where Allison loses consciousness in the hospital.

4. Past Revisited 

He dreamt of her, replaying their last scene in his mind. He wished he
could take back all the horrible things he said to her. He wanted this 
to be some awful dream, he wanted to wake up and find her sleeping 
peacefully in his arms. Connor felt himself being shaken awake. “Mr. 
Cassidy?” a nurse whispered. “Allie?” “No, I'm a nurse. My name's 
Patricia. How are you feeling this morning?” “Did they find Allison 
yet?” “No, sir. They're diving in the lake now.” “I have to go!” Connor 
said trying to get out of bed. “No, Mr. Cassidy, I can't let you leave. 
You had a serious case of hypothermia.” “I have to find my wife! My 
Allie! She's out there!” this is why they had sedated him, every time 
he was awake, he tried to get out of bed and search. “I'm sorry, Mr. 
Cassidy. I can't let you do that.” Thelma entered observing the scene 
before her. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw a shell of the son 
she once knew. “How is he?” she asked the nurse in a low tone. “Not 
good. He keeps asking about Allison.” “She's gone, sweetheart.” “No, 
Mom! It can't be! No! it has to be some sort of mistake! Allie wouldn't 
leave me!” “I know she wouldn't, sweetheart. But sometimes people do. 
It was a freak accident. It was horrible, but she would want you to go 
on with your life.” “No there is no life without her! Allie? Allison? 
Where are you?” Thelma sobbed as Clint entered. He put his arm around 
her and whispered softly to her. “Honey, it's going to be all right.” 

Drake watched anxiously as warm air was heated and Allison inhaled it.
Even though she was still unconscious, this was the most affective way 
to warm her. He remembered all the courses he had taken on training for 
hypothermia. Allyxandra retrieved more IV's And warm blankets. She 
draped them over Allison as Drake delivered the warm air to her. “Come 
on, Allison. Wake up for me. Please, we have to get you home to your 
family. I'm sure you have lots of people who are searching for you.” 
Drake sat with her for half an hour. After what seemed like an 
eternity, she finally began to open her eyes. “Allison?” he said 
softly. She looked at him in confusion. “Where am I? Who are you?” “I'm 
Drake Hoaggan. You're at Seederside General Hospital. Do you remember 
what happened, Allison?” “I was in a car ... accident. I'm pregnant. 
Did I tell you that?” “No, you passed out before you got to tell us 
much. Do you know your name?” she looked at him strangely. “Allison 
Cassidy.” “That's right. When you were brought in you said something 
about Connor. Who's Connor?” “My husband. Could you call him for me, 
please?” “Sure, let me get the fetal monitor and check the baby.” “Dr. 
Hoaggan I'm so scared! What if the severe cold did damage? What if the 
baby's not breathing? What if ...” “Allison, calm down. Just relax, I'm 
going to make sure that you and your baby are just fine.” “Thank you, 
Dr. Hoaggan.” “Call me Drake.” He went to retrieve the necessary 
equipment to check the condition of Allison's baby. While he was gone, 
Allison reached for the phone. She could barely reach it, but managed 
to get ahold of the receiver. She numbly dialed her own number. The 
phone rang and rang. Why wasn't anyone picking up? Where was Connor? 
She hung up and dialed his cell. 

Thelma was trying to comfort Connor when his cell phone vibrated. She
knew you weren't supposed to have them in hospitals, but had given the 
number to Charlie to be updated on the search for Allison. “Hello?” she 
said softly. “Thelma?” Allison said unsure if she had dialed the right 
number. “Yes? Who is this?” she thought it was Allison, but then 
thought her mind was playing tricks on her. “It's Allison.” “Allison?” 
“Yes, is something wrong with Connor? I called the house and no one's 
answering. What's going on?” “Uh ... we all thought you were dead, 
Allison.” Connor perked up when he heard her name. Allison was alive. 
“Is that Allie?” he asked nearly ripping the phone from Thelma's hand. 
“Allie? Is that really you?” his heart thudded, he was flooded with the 
feeling of warmth and love filled his eyes. He smiled broadly as he 
heard her soft melodic voice. “Connor? What's wrong?” “Nothing's wrong, 
Allie. What do you mean?” “You're in trouble. I can tell. Are you all 
right?” “Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be over to see you, sweetness. Where are 
you? Are you all right? Is the baby all right?” “I'm at Seederside 
General. Drake's checking the baby out now, and I'm ... fine.” She said 
lying. “Don't lie to me.” How did he know? “How do you know that?” she 
asked suspiciously. “By your voice. I love you, Allison! I'll be right 
over.” Connor pushed off and screamed for joy. “She's alive! Allie's 
alive!” Thelma and Clint rejoiced at the news and after having a psych 
evaluation, Connor was discharged. 

He arrived at Seederside half an hour later. Drake was on duty and came


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