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Andy in a wheelchair (permanently or temporarily).
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RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED. *cheerleads*
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"Where am I?"
Yvette pokes Ed, hard, in the ribs.
"In the hozzie, mate."
Horribly, Andy just looks confused, rather than pointing and laughing at Ed's useless mimicry as he normally would.
"What happened?"
Yvette swims into his view. "You were driving a car, for charity, and crashed it into a wall."
"Did they still get the money?" Andy eventually manages.
It takes them five minutes to interpret what he's trying to say, but when they do Ed and Yvette grin minutely at each other. That's their Andy. He's still in there, whatever hurdles there might yet be to overcome. And there will be many, God knows.
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The first crisis ( ... )
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"I don't think we can do anything much," measures Yvette. "This is going to be his battle to fight."
"But we can help him?" implores Ed, impotently. "Surely?"
Yvette shakes her head slowly. "I doubt it. He's going to have to find his own way."
"But we love him!"
"I know. Who ever said life was going to be fair?"
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Yvette's predictions come all too accurately true over the next few weeks. The medics are so concerned that they are muttering "another psych consult?" in corners when Ed and Yvette visit ( ... )
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It's heartbreaking how you've pinpointed the exact feeling here. I hate the idea of Andy dismantling his life and how Ed's hurting and Yvette's keeping a cool calm over her panic. Can't wait to read more!
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Don't worry, I'm torturing myself just as much as my readers (and my characters), even though I'm fairly sure there will be a happy ending!
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It's really heart-breaking...I feel so sorry for all three of them. I can't help but hope it gets better though.
Looking forward to more.
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It will get better, I promise ... but it'll get worse first. (But don't worry about Yvette!)
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He's, finally, getting a decent night's sleep once a week thanks to the Zopiclone. For once in his pig-headed life, he'd been strangely grateful to go to the doctors, and to accept that he might need help. He's even agreed to go to counselling to discuss the recurring nightmare of being there at Silverstone (Yvette blames the media for broadcasting footage of the crash over and over and over again) but being completely unable to lift a finger to stop it, or even to rush to Andy's side after it happened. For now, while he's waiting, he's grateful for that one night in seven free from the nightmares.
So Yvette doesn't want to upset the applecart. And obviously she can't talk to Andy about it. In the end she sends Ed an anonydne text: Referred to hospital for scan. Nothing to worry about. Y.xxx It's cringeworthy, but she imagines ( ... )
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He hasn't seen him for a while now - he's vaguely known, but not wanted to know, that Yvette was visiting him on a daily basis - and he's shocked by the change even from the pathetic figure he last saw.
Andy's sat in a wheelchair in a dirty shirt, and tracky bottoms, and his eyes are glazed over like he really wants to be watching Jeremy Kyle. He's put on weight - anathema to Andy - and it's like suddenly watching through a time warp what Andy might look like in forty or fifty years time, when they're all in their dotage.
But it's real. It's now. It's Andy at 42.
Andy hasn't seen Ed, which is just as well because Ed is furious. The nearest hapless nurse becames the victim of his ire.
"What have you done to Andy?" he demands. "He might be paralysed, but he doesn't have dementia ( ... )
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