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Post by fluffysmom on Jan 23, 2012 22:56:49 GMT -5
Terrific chapter Slyn. It was good to see Melanie finally let out her pain. Melanie's past is even more horrifying than I could have imagained. I am dying for the next part.
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Post by gapeach on Jan 24, 2012 11:07:18 GMT -5
Terrific chapter Slyn. It was good to see Melanie finally let out her pain. Melanie's past is even more horrifying than I could have imagained. I am dying for the next part. I agree fluffysmom. So glad Melanie finally admitted to herself and Maggie that she is expecting Phillip to walk back into her life. |
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 24, 2012 12:26:31 GMT -5
A/N: I will be back with the final part of this chapter later. I left my thumb drive with my files on it at my office, and I won't be back at my office until much later. (Meetings) But I thought I would take this time during my break to write a little note. How about a little discussion? Did you know that the show wrote Melanie and Philip's night at the motel as a "First Time"? It was very much like a young woman losing her virginity. She had resisted Philip's overtures before, not wanting to be his rebound, and knowing he still wanted Stephanie. But that night in the park, Philip had said all the right things (which I do think he meant), and Melanie admitted to him that she was waiting for him the whole time. Then the next morning, she was nervous thinking he would be regretting being with her, and later when he goes back to Stephanie she is incredibly hurt and betrayed - those are all fears that many young women have when they choose to lose their virginity. Will he sleep with me and never call again? So did you guys catch that? Did you know that it was foreshadowed in January 2010 that Philip and Chloe would have a baby together? Did you pick up on that back then? Starts about 7minutes in on this video and ends at the beginning of this one. How about Chloe's postpartum depression? Did you know the show was leading to her mental break all of 2010 starting in January/February? There were specific "hints" throughout the year that foreshadowed where she was headed. Many of you are Chloe fans, did you catch them? In my story there is a media frenzy around Chloe's case. I chose to write it that way to 1 - show that child endangerment is a very serious offense. (I felt the show made far too light of it. Although I do give them points for having child protective services take Parker away) and 2 - Philip is like the male Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian of Salem. He is in the papers. Have you noticed that a number of newspapers on the show would have articles about him? He was often referred to as the "billionaire playboy". The sleezy motel owner may have been videotaping many of his customers, but he specifically targeted Philip because he knew who he was. So in reality, any child of his that went through something like this would be under the media's radar. The teddy bears in Parker's room are to show just how aware the people in the town are about what happens in the Kiriakis fold. Melanie's past - I only gave a small glimpse into her life before Salem so far. But her being so young was taken from the show. Melanie has said things over the years, that indicated that she was abused starting at a very young age. In fact, Trent turned her loose when she was about 16, because she was too old to be profitable to him anymore. As Melanie said, he specialized in clients that liked them "young and inexperienced". So while my Melanie, like the one on the show, won't be divulging much about her life in France, I did want you to be aware of what she went through, so you would better understand her feelings about Parker. Well I think I have bored you long enough. LOL Class dismissed. I'd love to hear your thoughts on these points. It will make my meeting go faster - because yep I will be peeking in, and will make me SO much more eager to update. 
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Post by krw627 on Jan 24, 2012 15:04:15 GMT -5
Love your comments about where things are progressing and why you wrote the story the way you did. I especially like that you are keeping Melanie age-appropriate. I didn't like how the show SORASed her and then when it didn't fit their purposes unSORASed her.
I agree also with needing to make the child endangerment much more visible than Days did. I am loving this story and Philip and Chloe are not even on my radar usually (ducks for things about to be thrown at me)! ;-)
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 24, 2012 19:24:48 GMT -5
Love your comments about where things are progressing and why you wrote the story the way you did. I especially like that you are keeping Melanie age-appropriate. I didn't like how the show SORASed her and then when it didn't fit their purposes unSORASed her. I agree also with needing to make the child endangerment much more visible than Days did. I am loving this story and Philip and Chloe are not even on my radar usually (ducks for things about to be thrown at me)! ;-) Thanks so much for your comment. No need to duck around me. I am so flattered you chose to take a chance and read this story. I am glad you have been enjoying it so far. I too didn't like them soras-ing Melanie. (and don't get me started on the de-sorasing LOL) All through the wedding they made her youth one of the issues. People worried she was too young to make such a commitment. Others warned Philip of the same. Her age was part of the story. While in many ways Melanie had experienced far more of life that others her own age, there still was a part of her that was very much a young 20something. A college girl.. Although there is not much difference between 19 (the age she was at her wedding) and 21(the age she was by mid year), it still added depth and color to the whole relationship. So I kept them their "real" ages. Although my Philip is a tad older than he should be on the show. I think Philip and Chloe were 26 in 2010 on the show (they had their 5 year reunion in 2007). In my story they are 28/29. I wanted Philip and Melanie to be 8 years apart. |
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 24, 2012 19:40:13 GMT -5
A/N: Well the time has come for Chapter 3 to come to an end. How are we liking the chapters broken into parts? Would you prefer it all at once or continue like this?
Thanks so much for all the comments! They really help me stay motivated to write. Sometimes it can feel like the only one that cares about what I am writing is me. My head is filled with stories, but I never know if they are good enough to share. Know what I mean? So it is nice to get feedback.
Thanks to Zippy - my beta. I have been writing too fast for her these days, but she is always there when I need a motivational speech. And her constant hate texts about how my story is making her like Chloe make me feel so proud. ;D
Thanks to JKJPatch - for being my beta-esque sounding board. Our little "chats" have helped me organize my thoughts so much.
In the video clip I posted above, the one where Philip and Melanie hit the motel - there is a part in there I just love. Not that part! Okay, yes that part, naked Philip is pretty. But I also really loved this other part. It is when Melanie tells Philip she had been waiting for him. His reaction to that statement was just perfect. He was so touched, and dare I say it turned him on. That is what made him take her to the roach motel. Anyway, as a long time Philip fan, I just loved that someone actually thought Philip was special enough to WAIT for. Ok..I'm done. Let's get to the update.
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Ch. 3 Pt 5
It was dark in the hallway, energy conservation efforts by the hospital. The aides would be making their rounds soon to deliver meals to each patient. Chloe needed to get out of the ward undetected. She had done it numerous times before, but never this early. It would have been safer, not to mention wiser, to wait until after lights out to make her move, but Chloe was desperate. She had to go now. Parker was depending on her.
Walking quietly down the hall, she slipped into the ladies bathroom. So far no one had seen her. The bathroom was large like a locker room in high school. There was a row of sinks, stalls along the wall, and in the back there were showers. Chloe quickly went to the shower area, looking over her shoulder the whole way. At the very end of the row of showers, there was a door, labeled “STAFF ONLY”. She twisted the handle to find it was once again left unlocked. Inside the dark closet, Chloe felt along the wall, brushing against mop handles, and shelves, until she felt another door. And just like that she was free. Sort of.
The door led to a corridor near the staff lounges and the doctors’ on call rooms, but usually passing through that area was a breeze. It seemed no one on the hospital staff expected to see a patient roaming about that area. They assumed everyone they encountered actually belonged there. So Chloe always tried her best to blend in. She flipped the hood up over her head, put her hands in her pockets, and strolled down the hall like she owned the place.
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It seemed like hours that Chloe had been crouched under the stairwell waiting for the activity in the hall to cease. Classes were changing at the Salem University Hospital nursing school, housed in the wing. Chloe had never ventured out of her room this early in the day, and the unexpected flow of people rattled her courage a bit. Tucked in the corner, she tried to focus on thinking of a way out. If only she had her phone, she could have called down to the desk to see if it was safe to come out. But here she was in the emergency stairwell, with a limited view of the hall just outside. There was no way she giving up and turning back, she couldn’t let Parker down.
Back when she was in foster care, there were many a night that Chloe had slipped out of the house. Eight years old and roaming the street after dark, her foster parents never noticed she was gone, not one of them out of the 7 sets she lived with. At first it hurt that she didn’t even matter enough to be missed if she were gone. Later it became a game she used to play with herself, becoming bolder with her means of escape, the thrill of outsmarting her foster parents and slipping out of the house right in their plain sight. She had learned to be invisible. That’s when it came to her. Chloe had to make herself invisible again.
She felt around in her jacket pocket, praying she would find what she needed. She did, her glasses were there. Chloe had switched to contacts years ago, extended wear lenses so she could even sleep with them on. No one would have to see her in frames again. Once she got rid of her Ghoul Girl existence, she didn’t want anyone to remember her that way. The glasses became ancient history. Of course, she still owned a pair, she had to take her contacts out some time, and she couldn’t see more than twelve inches in front of her face without them. Quickly formulating her plan, Chloe took out her contacts and tossed them to the floor. She put on her dark brown tortoise shell frames and pulled her hair out of the ponytail letting it fall all around her face. With a deep breath she opened the door to the hallway and stepped into the crowd. No one even looked her direction as she made her way through the nursing school corridor and into the main building of the hospital. She was almost there.
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She contemplated breaking into a sprint. The door was in her sights, just a few nurses behind a desk in the way of her destination. Too close to fail now. Her heart raced from the adrenaline rush, she was going to get away with it. Invisible in plain sight, just as she had been as a child. One, two, three and she was off. Chloe briskly walked through the waiting area, past the nurses’ station, eyes firmly on the door ahead. Two more feet. Her hand touched the door knob, she hesitated for a second, checking to see if she had been noticed out of the corner of her eye. Nothing. Turning the handle, she slowly opened the door, and stepped inside.
The room was almost completely dark, except for the light coming from a television mounted on the wall. An old movie was playing. Black and white. Casablanca. She would know it anywhere.
“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine,” Chloe said in unison with Bogart.
“So I made it,” said Chloe her back pressed against the door, the knob firmly in her hand. “I had to creep all the way here, people were everywhere, but I actually did it.”
She let go of the doorknob and slowly walked forward. “I know it was risky, and I need to stop taking crazy chances. And yes I need to think things through more, but I had no choice this time. Really. Parker needs me. Did you hear what happened in court today? I’m sure you did. I completely lost it. They had to drag me out of the place. But I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not going to let her get away with this. She needs me to be crazy, so she can keep him. Drew said I played right into her hands.”
She paused and looked up at the television, before taking a seat in the plush upholstered chair in the room. “I guess he might be right. I’m sure I looked certifiable. But he doesn’t understand. I’m a mother. I have to protect him. No one was doing anything to help my baby. Everyone was just sitting in that courtroom letting Melanie tell her lies and twist the facts. I had to stop her!”
“I came up with a plan. I’m going to go get Parker and run,” she said excitedly. “Just leave Salem for good. I don’t know where we’re going, but definitely a place she can’t get to us. But I’m not sure I can do it alone. A baby is hard work and what if I get a little sick again and do something. I need help keeping Parker safe, just in case.” She paused and looked at the floor, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I think you should come with us. It makes perfect sense. The three of us can just leave town and start a new life. Maybe somewhere warm. Change our names. Get jobs on the beach. I’m sure Parker will love the water. How would I look as a blond? It could be perfect. So let’s go.”
She finally looked over at the bed in the center of the room at the silent body wearing blue plaid pajamas, tucked in tightly beneath beige sheets. Arms on top of the covers, free to move.
Her nose was running and her glasses smeared with tears, but Chloe didn’t bother wiping them clean. Her lips trembled as she spoke, never taking her eyes off the bed. “I came all the way here to see you. No one understands me like you do. I’m so scared here all alone. They want to keep me locked up.”
She leaned forward in the chair and grabbed his hand. It was cool and still beneath her palm. Tears flowed harder as she squeezed tighter, urging him to grasp it back. To lace his long fingers through hers and let her know he was there. That he would make it all better.
“We are supposed to be in this together,” she said her voice sounding hoarse to her own ears. “Parker needs you so much. I need you.”
Chloe stood up abruptly, shaking his arm vigorously, his body followed stiffly with her movements. “Philip please get up and let’s go.” She shook him again more urgently.
“Please just get up. Philip you’ve got to get up.” She collapsed on his chest in tears.
Trembling she remained there, her head turned toward the TV, unable to look at his face in perpetual slumber. She focused again on Casablanca.
“Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us,” Chloe mouthed along with Ingrid Bergman.
Chloe stood up, wiping the tears beneath her glasses, before looking sadly down at Philip. His brown hair was in cropped spikes about his head, his lips in a relaxed line, barely a visible hint of the dimples that usually carved his face.
She caressed his cheek, before turning to go.
“Here's looking at you, kid,” said Bogart in response from the TV.
She truly was on her own.
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Next Chapter - Chloe's big plan
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Post by Kpatch on Jan 24, 2012 20:14:06 GMT -5
Philip.  Philip, wake up. Chloe needs you. Parker needs you. I need you. What happened in that car that night? Why is he comatose? When is he waking up? He is going to wake up, isn't he? I am really proud of Chloe for taking the chance to go see Philip. Really she risked everything. I love that she wants to run away with him. And I liked getting a little more of her backstory. This is just heartbreaking. Thank you Slyn. To answer your question, I prefer the chapters to be broken up like you are doing because it's more digestible and I get to read shorter updates more often. It's a win-win. |
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Post by MrsM on Jan 24, 2012 20:30:37 GMT -5
I'm with kpatch on all of it. Philip needs to wake up!!! And I like getting shorter chapters more often.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jan 24, 2012 20:48:09 GMT -5
Philip is finally here but in a coma. I'm so glad to finally know where he is. Loved Chloe remembering her past and risking everything to visit Philip. Thanks for the terrific chapter. I am good with the broken up chapters updated frequently. Thanks for sharing this terrific story with us. I'm eager to read more.
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 24, 2012 23:28:06 GMT -5
What happened in that car that night? Why is he comatose? When is he waking up? He is going to wake up, isn't he? I thought I would let Brady take over from here. I was just about to replace Philip's picture with Brady's on my Undertow cover. ;D |
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Post by fluffysmom on Jan 24, 2012 23:58:10 GMT -5
What happened in that car that night? Why is he comatose? When is he waking up? He is going to wake up, isn't he? I thought I would let Brady take over from here. I was just about to replace Philip's picture with Brady's on my Undertow cover. ;D You are sooo mean! |
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Post by gapeach on Jan 25, 2012 10:22:00 GMT -5
So glad Chloe knew where Phillip is and went to see him. I was so afraid she was going to try and kidnap Parker. Hope she goes back now before she is missed.
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 25, 2012 22:14:38 GMT -5
A/N: Ok so it seems like everyone wants the chapters divided into chunks. I am thinking chapter 4 will have six parts. Hopefully that will work out well for everyone. I am not sure about posting everyday, although I would love to keep it up, but definitely a few times a week is the goal. Thanks for all the comments! Keep em coming! I have decided to start a thread in the new Author's section that MH management created. I thought it would be a good place for me to go more in depth about certain aspects of the story, as I do at times in my A/N. I will be giving more spoilerish commentary, and some thoughts on why I am choosing to write aspects of the story in certain ways. I hope that you will join me over there and post comments, and questions. I would love to read any speculation about where you think things are headed. Or if you want to yell at me for any reason feel free. For example - Why did you kill off Philip? (just kidding) Or I think Philip and Chloe will reunite and marry in the end. Or I think Melanie and Philip will be true love always. Or I think that Philip will ride off into the sunset alone on a mule named Sal. I want to hear it all. I will be posting to that thread, after each update. So please check it out. myhourglass.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=authorsficchat&thread=2776Ok time for Chapter 4 pt 1 - ----------------------------------
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Post by slyn11 on Jan 26, 2012 17:04:48 GMT -5
Ch. 4 pt 1
Melanie pushed through the staff room door pulling her long red hair up into a high ponytail as she walked. It was almost time for her shift to begin. Since she hadn’t been to see Philip since the previous night, she wanted to spend a few extra minutes with him before she had to go to work.
Usually she liked to stop in during the morning to have breakfast with him. Before the accident it had been their routine to get up each morning and have breakfast, even if Melanie were not scheduled to work until much later in the day. It was their little slice of time before the world came crashing in. Philip had a stressful job. He usually returned home in the evenings cranky and tense. So Melanie had come up with the idea to start each day off with a smile. Sometimes that smile meant waffles and bacon. Other times it meant a few rounds of breakfast in bed. It was something they never skipped, and Melanie wasn’t about to start now.
This morning she had been out of sorts. She just couldn’t make it to the hospital without being late to the courthouse. And after enduring Chloe’s verbal assault, Melanie felt an overwhelming need to spend time with Parker, so she missed stopping by the hospital that afternoon as well. Hours later she was finally going to see Philip. Feeling more than a little guilty it had taken her so long, Melanie finally reached Philip’s room. She pushed open the door slightly leading with her shoulder, pausing when she heard Victor’s voice inside.
“My son I really missed you today. The Tamagatchi deal was up for renegotiations. The one you and Brady closed a couple of years back. They were playing hardball, but I didn’t relent. Got them to agree to all of our terms. I wish you could have seen it.” He paused, looking over at Philip motionless on the bed, sighing deeply before he began again.
“I guess we better get back to our story.” Melanie slipped a little more through the door as Victor began to read, still careful not to startle him.
“Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, and wars and battles; and if you are very strong indeed, that is a god's gift, said Agamemnon,” read Victor. Melanie came fully inside and firmly shut the door behind her, alerting Victor to her presence.
“Melanie, I didn’t know you would be here tonight.” Victor turned in his chair to address her.
“I just started my shift,” she said as she walked over to the bed and kissed Philip on the forehead, stroking his hair back before she took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“I thought you had stopped working nights.”
“Daniel wanted me to. He tried to rig my schedule. But I put a stop to it. I don’t need any special favors.”
“Nice to see a young person with a work ethic. I was starting to think that your entire generation was comprised solely of degenerates and slackers.” Melanie rolled her eyes and smiled.
She leaned over and looked at the reader Victor had in his hands. “What are you reading today?”
“The Iliad again. Couldn’t get this contraption to pull anything else up. I wanted to read him some Greek poetry by Calas.”
“Didn’t Maggie show you how to use that kindle when she gave it to you?” asked Melanie taking the kindle from his hand. She clicked through it and found the book of poems Victor wanted and handed it back to him.
“It’s just not natural to have all these books in one little machine. I miss pages. Nothing like the crackle of paper.”
“Is Marcel getting dinner?” Melanie asked suddenly noting the man’s absence.
“I fired that blasted man today.”
“Not another one. What happened this time?” she asked frowning.
“I came in here this evening to find my son in the dark with nothing but the TV blaring. Apparently Marcel had some emergency and had to leave. Should’ve never hired that Frenchman,” snarled Victor.
“He’s actually from Belgium. Did you play the tape?”
“I didn’t bother. I’ll check the remote file on my computer at the house later.”
Melanie pulled Philip’s chart from the foot of the bed and flipped through it. His vitals were steady and unchanged. “Everything seems fine maybe the nurses got too busy to come in and close the blinds and turn on the lights at sundown.”
“I don’t pay these people to be too busy. My son gets top priority or my support of this hospital will cease. This is why I want him at the house with me. Philip needs to be at home.”
“Victor we have talked about this. I’m here so often it’s just easier. And what if something happened? It would waste precious time getting an ambulance out to the mansion. Here he’s always surrounded by doctors.”
They had debated this issue for months. Usually a patient in Philip’s condition would have been moved to a long term care facility by now. Victor’s stance was definitely understandable. Melanie just felt that Philip was better off at the hospital within reach of the finest physicians in the Midwest. Things could go wrong so suddenly. She knew that all too well since the accident. Just when you think you’re safe, everything can change. She couldn’t take any more sudden changes, not with Philip.
“The agency is sending a replacement tomorrow. Probably just as incompetent as all the rest,” said Victor.
At one point it seemed like they were going through a nurse a month. Victor was never satisfied with Philip’s care. Marcel had lasted the longest. Melanie had thought they had finally found the right fit.
“I’m here until 7am. I promise you Philip will be fine.”
“You look tired,” Victor noted.
“I had a TBI exam. Up late cramming.” Melanie rubbed Philip’s thigh as she spoke watching him closely for any hint of a response.
“I wish you would just stop with those classes. You are wearing yourself out. I will continue to bring in every specialist in the world. You don’t have to keep going to all these seminars and taking these courses.”
“I need to know how to better take care of him. Traumatic brain injuries are tricky. I want to make sure I’m doing all I can.”
“We can get more staff from the agency. You should not have to take care of this yourself.”
“I want to.” She shook her head and amended. “I need to. No agency nurse is going care about Philip’s recovery as much as I do. Besides Philip knows me. I want him to feel safe and comfortable.”
Victor stood, patting Philip on the shoulder before heading toward the door. “If all of this gets to be too much the offer still stands.”
Melanie wanted to strangle Marcel. How could he just leave and not call her? She didn’t want Victor to know how upset she actually was, but she was glad he had fired him. Melanie hated how people, even health care professionals, treated comatose patients like they were mannequins posed in a bed. Philip had rights and needs like anyone else. He didn’t deserve to be left alone and unattended. Especially not in the dark.
“Melanie shifted closer to Philip on the bed, her hips brushing his as she sat. “Looks like it’s just me and you all night. What mischief should we get up to?” Philip slowly turned toward Melanie, as if in response to her words.
“Oh you like that idea? You want to spend the night with me?” she asked reaching up and stroking his hair gently.
She would have to get someone to cover her shift. Hopefully, Malika would help her out again. Melanie usually was able to handle her patient rounds and pop in and out during her shifts to visit Philip. But that was when Marcel was around, or Jean, or before that Anne Marie. Melanie hated leaving Philip alone. Although, he couldn’t respond to the world around him, Melanie knew that Philip was processing it all in some way. So little was known about what actually happens to the brain while in a coma, but from all of her research and numerous seminars one thing was clear, Philip needed to be constantly stimulated. So she put on the television, let him hear the scores on Sportscenter or music from his favorite bands. She tried to always touch him while in the room, stroking his hair, his face, holding his hands. She wanted him to feel her presence. And of course she talked, constantly, hoping one day he would sit up and tell her to shut up.
She pulled a small bottle of lotion out of her pocket and squeezed some into her palm. Taking one of Philip’s hands she began massaging the cream into his skin.
“Vanilla lavender. Doesn’t that smell good?” She reached over and grabbed his other hand, giving it the same treatment. “Now no cracks about it being too girly. You always liked this scent on me. Remember how you used to say my perfume lingered all of over you and no matter where you were it was like I was right next to you?”
She looked up at his face, pale and gaunt, his cheekbones now angular ridges on his face. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, no other change. At least he looked peaceful. Melanie often wondered if he were in distress or feeling pain and just couldn’t let anyone know. For months since the accident she had recurring nightmares about Philip trapped inside the car, beating on the glass, yelling soundlessly for her to save him, his eyes wide in horror as he free fell into an abyss. What if he were reliving those same images this whole time, unable to wake from his torment?
“We’re not even going to talk about court today. It didn’t go as expected and really there’s no need to dwell on that. Let’s talk about something good. Like Parker. Your son actually sat up by himself for one whole minute today. I think he forgot the pillows were there, got all confident and just leaned forward to get to his toes. No propping needed. Isn’t that amazing?”
Philip opened his eyes. It no longer startled Melanie to look up and unexpectedly see his blue eyes open, searching some unknown horizon that only existed within his mind. There were many things that Philip could do. He moved in his bed, rolling to lie on his side. He yawned, sneezed, even cried. Most medical scholars believed these were just reflex actions, and maybe some were, but Melanie had to believe Philip was in there somewhere. With her. He had to be.
“I think he’s starting to know your photo. He’s always reaching for it now. I promise to bring him to visit again real soon. Don’t you worry your son will know you, and he will love you so much when you come back to us.” She intertwined her fingers through his, forcing his stiff fingers to close around hers. “We’re all waiting patiently. But really Philip don’t you think it’s been long enough? I want you to see Parker’s first steps and hear his first words.” She paused to fight back the tears that were starting to form. “Of course I’m taking tons of photos and videotaping everything. You haven’t missed a thing. Promise. Speaking of video, should we watch your recording for today?” she asked grabbing the remote from the table beside the bed. Melanie flipped on the digital recording playback.
One of the first seminars Melanie had attended in Chicago for caregivers and families of comatose and vegetative patients stressed the importance of videotaping. They believed the tapes were necessary to provide visual proof of all the subtle ways patients reacted to stimuli. Too many doctors simply ignored the statements from their patients’ families about motor response, often dismissing it as simply involuntary actions. The experts at the seminars challenged families to take matters into their own hands and provide evidence.
Victor latched onto the idea right away, more as a means of security, than anything else. He hated that Philip was a sitting duck for Titan’s enemies. Melanie didn’t have time to worry about Titan business. She only wanted to document Philip’s progress. To prove that Philip was still there, fighting to recover. She wouldn’t let anyone give up on him, no matter how hopeless it seemed or how long it had been.
“Ok let’s play what we recorded today. Since I missed visiting you earlier today, I want to see how your day went.” As the file rewound, she massaged Philip’s arms and upper torso, looking back over her shoulder occasionally to see the file’s progress. It was then she saw something. Thinking it was probably a glitch, Melanie picked up the remote from the bed and hit pause. There captured on screen was Chloe draped across her husband’s chest.
She had come to visit Philip again.
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Next update - Chloe's on the move
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Post by MrsM on Jan 26, 2012 18:17:45 GMT -5
So Melanie knows about the visits. I wonder what she is going to do with it.
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