Luke and Violet - S01 E41

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Luke and Violet - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

"Yes hello? JEFF! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP! This is a matter of LIFE AND DEATH! You need to send help right away!!"

I hear the name Jeff one more time as Violet's frantic voice on the phone disappears. Then....complete silence.

I wake up to the sound of a monitor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my face, and a bunch of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My! You're awake! You finally woke up!"

Before I can ask her any questions, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the door. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

"Hello? ...Yes! vitals until you arrive. He finally woke up! ...Yes, I'll monitor his sounds good, see you soon."

She comes back in to check up on me.

"How are you feeling sir?"

Truth be told, couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to move my body around. I'm barely able to wiggle my hands and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and realize I have no feeling in my legs and feet.

"I can't move...why can't I move?" I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh honey.....you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any feeling in your body for some time. You're going to have to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and continue on with normal life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news I just received. Did she just say coma??

"Coma? How long.....have I been gone?"

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go find my doctor to The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go find my doctor to give him the news that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitor coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my room and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a knock at the door of my room. I look up to see a tall Black man in a business suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas." He speaks with a thick British accent.

"Where...where am I? Who are you?"

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old friend of Violet Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five months!"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the last thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my mind flashes back to those final moments at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's screams. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am | Mr. Jeffrey? Where is my family? Where's Violet?"

Jeffrey gives me an understanding smile.

"Lucas, I will give you an answer to all those necessary questions in due time. For now, you must continue to heal. You lost a lot of blood that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force trauma to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a secure hospital room in Washington DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my family is safe and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the opposite side of the country.

"Why is my family not here Mr. Font?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call him Jeff.

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be easy. Just bear with me ok?"

I take a deep breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin? Your family and Violet are all safe. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to fake your death.....you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your family believes that Lucas Kelly Smith (my full name) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

"Jeff, why would you need to fake my death?? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor! It was all in self-defense!"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most likely wouldn't. Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite Special Ops team that did 'not exist' per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of people were able to properly dispose of his body and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was dead, you and your family would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any rogue military officials. Especially if this case went to traill You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new information. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some time to think about all this. I'll check up on you in a little bit to give you information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma!! I feel like I was gone for years! Nothing feels real anymore!

To Be Continued....