I would like this dedication to go to my sister, ChristyWinn ! She actually helped me write this and I thank her so much for it! Enjoy!

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"I've done it!" Dr. Livingstone proclaimed as he traveled down the west wing hallway of the Evergreen hospital. He hid a gleeful smile behind his hand. He was sure he had it now.

Still grinning, he scurried into room number 643, quickly shutting the door behind him. Knowing the doors didn't lock, he slid the occupant's small eating table in front of the door, preventing anyone from coming in. He wasn't quite ready for anyone to witness his accomplishment-for it was against the very laws of physics.

He turned to the bed, making sure the person he had come to see was still there. The man in the bed had dark brown hair and freckles upon his face. Dr. Livingstone remembered this man when he was just a somewhat-muscular fifteen-year-old boy. But there the man laid, scrawny at age twenty-five.

Walking around the ill man's room, Dr. Livingstone pulled out a compact nebulizer machine that he had safely hidden in the room's artificial plant pot.

Dr. Livingstone carefully placed the breathing mask on the lying man's face.

"Don't worry, Adam. You will be better in no time." He said softly as he set up the machine. He placed his concoction into the compressor. As he closed the lid, he looked at Adam's peaceful face, hand lingering over the on/off switch.

He still remembered the screech of the tires, of his family's screams as they were hit by an eighteen-wheeler. Dr. Livingstone, not wearing a seatbelt at the time, was flung out of the driver's window onto a nearby patch of grass. Unfortunately, for his wife and son, they had died upon impact. The other driver had quickly sped away from the scene.

When the police arrived and inspected the damage, they found Dr. Livingstone's eldest son still alive. But he was hanging on by a thread. They quickly rushed him to the hospital. He had survived the crash but remained unresponsive in a coma for ten years.

Dr. Livingstone became determined find a way to awaken the only living family he had left. He began to vigorously research and experiment to determine if it was possible to awaken a person in a coma. He performed his experiments on medically-induced comatose animals. He had barely gotten any sleep in the last ten years as he worked to find a cure. Then, after ten long years of searching, Dr. Livingstone believed he had finally found a cure.

The doctor had never been a religious man. His parents had never made him go to church growing up and the more he learned about science, the less realistic a Supreme Being seemed to be to him. He especially didn't believe in a loving God like those Christians claimed when He had stood back and watched his wife and youngest son pass away. He certainly didn't answer the professor's tear-stained prayers for his family to come back. Many a night had he prayed to this "loving" God and had heard nothing in return.

Dr. Livingstone clenched his teeth and sighed. However, even if he didn't believe in this good God, he could use all the help he could get before he administered his serum.

Hesitantly, the Doctor opened his mouth to pray for the first time since the time of the accident.

"Um, hi there, God..." He began. "I know we never talk and I don't even know if you're up there but...I miss my son. Please give me my son back to me and I..." He paused with a shaky breath. "I will try to serve you." Then he quickly mumbled, "No promises."

He turned the switch on.

As the machine whirred to life, Dr. Livingstone watched as a mist began to fill the mask. He patiently waited for a reaction. When the supply of the fluid had run out and there was no reaction from the man, he bowed his head in defeat.

"I should have known." He mumbled, removing the mask and putting the equipment back in its proper hiding place. "Why did I think bargaining with God would work? I'm pathetic."

As he turned to walk out of the room and continue his research, he heard a gasp.

He turned to find Adam, his son, alive.

He turned the switch on.

As the machine whirred to life, Dr. Livingstone watched as a mist began to fill the mask. He patiently waited for a reaction. When the supply of the fluid had run out and there was no reaction from the man, he bowed his head in defeat.

"I should have known." He mumbled, removing the mask and putting the equipment back in its proper hiding place. "Why did I think bargaining with God would work? I'm pathetic."

As he turned to walk out of the room and continue his research, he heard a gasp.

He turned to find Adam, his son, alive.
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Now that wasn't that bad, was it? ;)

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