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Hi, my name is Z
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 | No More Mistakes[-5-] |
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 4.56 with 9 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-02-01 14:48:14 |
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Baby and I were the only ones in the waiting room. Nurses kept running in and out of the double doors that the twins had disappeared through. I hadn't slept at all and neither had Baby. I held her on my lap and we watched the people running in and out of the doors. It was six thirty in the morning when a tired looking doctor appeared. He walked over to us with a blank face. He ran a tired hand over his face as Baby and I stared anxiously up at him.
The silence that was in the room was a strained, tensed, one. Baby was about snap and I could tell. I rubbed her back gently as she kept her eyes locked on the exhausted man before us.
"Well?" she finally asked, her voice strained and horse after a quiet sobbing night.
"The girl, Alice, is in perfect condition. We will be releasing her today." was all he said.
Baby kept on staring at him and I could see tears in her eyes. I used my own messed up voice,
"What about Rich?"
The doctor looked down at me then back at Baby. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh. I wiped away Baby's tears quickly as the doctor looked back down at us, still not saying anything.
"He's under a critical condition. He wasn't supposed to be born alive but he was. He doesn't have enough cells in his body to keep him alive much longer, he will keep getting sicker and sicker. He's going to get a few tests done on him in a few minutes to see if there is anything else wrong with him. We're going to pin point the problem in his system and see if we can take it down. I'm sorry but there's a fifty percent chance he won't-"
"I hope you go to hell. Don't you DARE tell me that my baby won't make it. He WILL make it. They said there was only a one percent chance he was going to be born alive. He did it didn't he? Now you're telling me there's only a fifty percent chance he'll live. Well God dammn it he's GOING to live! He's stronger then you think." Baby shouted, jumping up off my lap and standing on her tiptoes to get in the doctors face.
The doctor took a surprised step back,
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Mrs. Wood. He might make it."
"There is no might in it." Baby growled, "It's either he will or he won't. None of this percent shiit. Don't even tell me! He is going to live."
She sat back down on my lap and hid her face in my shirt. A nurse came out of the doors to get the doctor, apparently they were taking the tests on Rich now. Baby sobbed a little and I rubbed her back gently.
It's going to be a long day.
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It was one thirty in the afternoon. The ER waiting room filled up and then filled out. Baby and I stayed sitting in the same chairs, never really taking our eyes off the double door for more then six seconds. Baby dozed off at around one twenty and was sound asleep in my arms when the doctor appeared, looking upset.
I stared up at his face.
I didn't like that look. Not one bit. I gently shook Baby away. She stared up at the doctor for a second before realizing who he was. She sat up and stared at him, her eyes hard.
"We took some tests on Richard," he said slowly his eyes locking with mine, "and he has bone marrow cancer."
Baby gasped and started to cry so hard she could barley breath. I felt my own heart stop beating and my eyes tear up. I let a few of them fall before I buried my face in Baby's hair. It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest and I was going to die from the pain.
Bone marrow cancer. Could life seriously get any worse? |
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