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and still have become an employee at the high interest rate company but Jayse would’ve been with me and that would have made those things bearable... Everything was miserable. I smiled only when I had to which was usually at work with a customer. Jayse’s mother would visit me when she could but I had seen less and less of her over the years. I think I was just as much a reminder of painful memories to her, as she was for me. I loved her but it just hurt too much. All I could hear was the words she said to me the day Jayse was lost to us forever.
    “He’s gone, AnaLee. I’m so sorry.”
     
    Those words haunted every single nightmare. Those words were my nightmare.
    I should have just asked him to stay. I could have dealt with resentment but his death had shattered me. The ring still sat on my finger never going any further than the tip.
    I still wanted to be his wife. I told him I’d wait on him forever …and I would.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seventeen: Nurse Mandy
     
     
    The man stirred. After years of being in a coma and he finally moved.
    When he started gagging, I quickly pressed called for the doctor and began removing the tube from his throat.
     
    “Sir? Can you hear me? My name is Mandy. I’ll your be nurse for the day. The doctor should be in arriving soon."
     
    Dr.Rombashi stepped through the door a moment later.
     
    The man groaned. His hands fumbled around, trying to grasp the other wires attached to him.
     
    “Sir, we will remove those in a moment, if you’ll just be patient.” I said urgently.
     
    “Mr. Truman? Do you know where you are?” Another groan. “You were in an accident. You’ve been in a come for almost two years.
     
    Twenty-two months with no activity had taken its toll on his body.
     
    He shook his head.
     
    “Yes, an explosion.  You’re very lucky to be alive, Mr. Truman.”
     
    Mr. Truman made a flutter of movements
     
    The doctor and I shared a look of confusion.
     
    He made another sloppy motion with his hand. Like he was writing.
     
    I moved quickly, understanding what he wanted. I grabbed a pen and paper, handing it to him.
    He losely held the pen, making sloppy letters across the page. When he was done,I read aloud what he wrote.“ Truman?’
     
    “Yes, that’s your name.” Dr. Rhombashi answered.
     
    A head shake and he wrote again.” Jayse.” 
     
    “Jayse? Are you saying that’s your name?” I asked softly.
    He nodded.
    Pulling the doctor to the side, I whispered. "All of his files identify him as Allen Trueman. Could it have been a mistake ?"
    Dr. Rhombashi shook his head.“He could be confused after waking up."
    Our gaze was pulled back to the man when a whispered forced itself from his lips.
    "AnaLee."
    " AnaLee?" The doctor asked looking to me. I shook my head.
    “Is that your mother?” He shook his head. “Your wife?” A nod. Then he passed out.
     
    Dr.Rhombashi looked at me. "Contact this man's family."
    I looked down. " He doesn't have any living relatives.We checked after he was admitted."
    The doctor shook his head." Find out what you can then. I'll start the tests."
    The nurse’s desk was in a panic. Files were being pulled and phone calls were being made. Finally locating a phone number, it was confirmed a Jayse Broadson had been reported dead and Allen Truman which was in the same unit as Jayse was recovering in a military hospital. Allen had no living relatives. Jayse Broadson, was possibly laying in this hospital's bed while his family thought him dead.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eighteen: Jays e
     
    I woke for moments at a time only to pass back out an hour or less later. My body rejected almost all food gave to me and my throat stayed on fire. I felt so weak all the time, but all I could think about was AnaLee. The doctor has said I’d been in a coma for almost two years. She must think I’m dead. My whole family must think I’m dead.
    It hurt to think about the loss they must have