If only he knew

Disclaimer:I don't own God's Not Dead.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a ten-year-old girl from church that died on November 7th 2014.

"Tell that tome the day you lose someone you love." Josh looked away from professor Radisson as his words hit a seven-year-old wound. If only he knew. …..

"Josh wake up." Josh opened his eyes to his little sister Creda staring down at him. "Creda it's Saturday. I don't have to get up yet," Josh said. "Me and daddy are going to leave soon and I wanted to show you this picture I drew" Creda said. Josh sighed then sat up. "Ok. Let me see it" Josh said. Creda smiled and handed him the piece of paper that was in her hand. It was a drawing of two kids with crowns on their heads holding hands with a smiling man with a beard in front of a castle. "That's very nice Creda. Who are the two kids?" Josh asked. "Me and you silly" Creda answered. "Why do we have crowns on?" Josh asked. "Because we're both children of God and he's a king so that makes you a prince and me a princess" Creda answered. "And the guy holding our hands is Jesus right?" Josh asked "right" Creda answered. Josh smiled and started giving the drawing back to her. "No that's for you" Creda said. "Thank you" Josh said. "Creda it's time to go" Mr. Wheaton said appearing at the doorway to Josh's room. "OK. Bye Josh" Creda said as she ran over to their dad. "Bye" Josh said. He put Creda's picture on his computer desk and went downstairs to see what his mom made for breakfast. An hour after Creda and their dad left Mrs. Wheaton opened the door to his room. "Josh we need to go, you're father and sister have been in an accident" she said. Josh sprang from his bed and ran down the stairs to the car. When they entered the hospital they walked quickly to the registration desk. "I need information about Ward and Creda Wheaton" Mrs. Wheaton told the receptionist. "Are you family members?" the receptionist asked. "Yes they're my husband and daughter," Mrs. Wheaton answered. The receptionist typed information into her computer. "Your husband has some cuts and bruising and his collar bone was broken but he's going to be OK." "What about my daughter?" Mrs. Wheaton asked. "You'll have to wait for the doctor I'll let him know you're here," the receptionist answered. "Thank you" Mrs. Wheaton said. She and Josh walked over to the waiting room and sat down. A few minutes later a doctor walked over. "Family of Creda Wheaton" the doctor said. "Here" Mrs. Wheaton said. The doctor walked up to them. "My name is doctor Davidson please come with me." Mrs. Wheaton and Josh followed him over to the vending machines. "Is my daughter OK?" Mrs. Wheaton asked. "I'm afraid you're daughter was seriously injured. She stopped breathing while we were trying to tend to her injuries. We did everything we could to resuscitate her but were unsuccessful. I'm sorry" " doctor Davidson said. As doctor Davidson's words sunk in the look on Mrs. Wheaton's turned from hopeful to utter horror. "God no please not my baby no!" she said, and burst into tears. Josh's vision began to get blurry from unshed tears. He couldn't believe it. His little sister was gone.

Author's Note: I have never gone to the hospital after a family member has been in a serious car accident so if I got something wrong I would appreciate it if you could help me get it right (and please sign in so I can ask if I have questions.) I came up with the idea for this story after watching God's Not Dead for the hundredth time and I noticed after Professor Radisson said "Tell that tome the day you lose someone you love." Josh had this look on his face like maybe he had lost someone and then the ten year old died and the rest is history.