NOTE TO READERS: Ok, sorry this took a while. I was going to update before,
but I was away at camp. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Tell me what you
think. I love input.
Matt gasped as he awoke in an unknown room. He sat up quickly, noticing a heart monitor, along with other machines hooked up to him. He blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision. He did the first thing that came to mind, yelled his sister's name, but his voice was scratchy and hoarse.
"Matt? Can you hear me?" Came a close voice, followed by a gentle feeling on his shoulders.
"Kate?" His vision becoming clearer, "What's going on?"
"I'm so glad you're awake," She whispered in his ear as she went in for a hug, tears in her eyes. Matt felt those weren't just for him though.
"Where's Lizzie?!" He demanded as she pulled away.
"Matt.well.. you see.." He felt her trying to postpone as much as possible, but he wouldn't let her. Again he demanded to know what happened. "Matt, you have to calm down. You can't get yourself all worked up again. You don't want to relapse and have another panic attack."
"Panic attack?" Matt could see Kate trying to begin, to explain that further, but he wouldn't hear it. "Whatever, that doesn't matter now. Where's Lizzie?!"
With a burst of tears in her eyes, shaking as she spoke, she told him straight out and rushed, "She tried to kill herself." She hugged him again, with more tears flowing.
"I have to see her, where is she?" Kate turned away from him, hiding her tears. "She's fine, right? Kate!!"
Kate walked away from the bed, while Matt kept calling her name. Without facing him, she cried, "She's in intensive care. She took sleeping pills, a LOT of sleeping pills, and well.. the doctors.they..." But she didn't need to finish; Matt knew where she was heading. They didn't think she would make it. With all his might, Matt arose from that bed, detaching himself from the heart monitor, and walked towards Kate. They stood there, in each other's arms, crying.
Meanwhile, two other weary souls sat, crying in each other's arms, as they awaited news of their daughter's fate. Jo knew it was her fault. If she had been a more caring mother in her daughter's time of need, things would have turned out differently. The tears she shed were for her selfish matter, of just being around, but not being there for Lizzie. Sam cursed himself with every tear that fell across his cheek. If only he hadn't deserted his family, if only he had been there for his daughter from the beginning, before any of this had even happened, perhaps he could have prevented it. He knew it was his entire fault, the pregnancy, the nightmare that brought them here today, and the entire path of horrid that led Lizzie to this kind of life.
"Mr. and Mrs. McGuire?" a humble voice came from above. Jo and Sam looked up to see Dr. Tookman, Lizzie's obstetrician. "I," he cleared his throat nervously, "I talked to the doctors that worked on Lizzie before. And I thought it better if you heard the news from a doctor you have become more familiar with, then a stranger."
Both Sam and Jo sat there silently, with everlasting tears. Dr. Tookman felt choked up himself, and he did his best to remain professional, but he never once in his 15 years of practice witnessed a case quite like Lizzie's.
"It seems Lizzie took a lot of sleeping pills."
"Those were mine. Its my.." Jo whispered, crying harder as Sam hugged her harder, comforting by repeating, 'you did nothing wrong, it isn't your fault.'
Dr. Tookman took another gulp and continued, holding back more tears himself, "Well, the doctors pumped her stomach and say that they got the pills out of her system and in time enough so that there is no real damage to the baby, except there is still a 10 percent chance that the baby will be born with a defect. That chance, though, increases with the longer Lizzie isn't awake. Lizzie has yet to awaken from the cause of the pills, which forced her into a slight coma. The next 48 hours are crucial and the doctors will be watching her closely. But," before continuing with the last part though, the doctor had to look away and wipe away his own tears. He wanted to appear hopeful to the parents of this young teen. "But, if she doesn't awake in the next 48 hours, there is a good chance that she may never awake."
Sam and Jo cried harder into to each other, finding no one else to blame except themselves. Dr. Tookman began to sit down to show some concern when an anxious nurse ran to them yelling his name.
Out of breath she began, "Doctor, you have to come quick!"
"What, what seems to be the problem?"
Catching her breath she only had to say one thing, "It's the McGuire patient!" Then everyone was off.
ANOTHER NOTE: What did you think?
Matt gasped as he awoke in an unknown room. He sat up quickly, noticing a heart monitor, along with other machines hooked up to him. He blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision. He did the first thing that came to mind, yelled his sister's name, but his voice was scratchy and hoarse.
"Matt? Can you hear me?" Came a close voice, followed by a gentle feeling on his shoulders.
"Kate?" His vision becoming clearer, "What's going on?"
"I'm so glad you're awake," She whispered in his ear as she went in for a hug, tears in her eyes. Matt felt those weren't just for him though.
"Where's Lizzie?!" He demanded as she pulled away.
"Matt.well.. you see.." He felt her trying to postpone as much as possible, but he wouldn't let her. Again he demanded to know what happened. "Matt, you have to calm down. You can't get yourself all worked up again. You don't want to relapse and have another panic attack."
"Panic attack?" Matt could see Kate trying to begin, to explain that further, but he wouldn't hear it. "Whatever, that doesn't matter now. Where's Lizzie?!"
With a burst of tears in her eyes, shaking as she spoke, she told him straight out and rushed, "She tried to kill herself." She hugged him again, with more tears flowing.
"I have to see her, where is she?" Kate turned away from him, hiding her tears. "She's fine, right? Kate!!"
Kate walked away from the bed, while Matt kept calling her name. Without facing him, she cried, "She's in intensive care. She took sleeping pills, a LOT of sleeping pills, and well.. the doctors.they..." But she didn't need to finish; Matt knew where she was heading. They didn't think she would make it. With all his might, Matt arose from that bed, detaching himself from the heart monitor, and walked towards Kate. They stood there, in each other's arms, crying.
Meanwhile, two other weary souls sat, crying in each other's arms, as they awaited news of their daughter's fate. Jo knew it was her fault. If she had been a more caring mother in her daughter's time of need, things would have turned out differently. The tears she shed were for her selfish matter, of just being around, but not being there for Lizzie. Sam cursed himself with every tear that fell across his cheek. If only he hadn't deserted his family, if only he had been there for his daughter from the beginning, before any of this had even happened, perhaps he could have prevented it. He knew it was his entire fault, the pregnancy, the nightmare that brought them here today, and the entire path of horrid that led Lizzie to this kind of life.
"Mr. and Mrs. McGuire?" a humble voice came from above. Jo and Sam looked up to see Dr. Tookman, Lizzie's obstetrician. "I," he cleared his throat nervously, "I talked to the doctors that worked on Lizzie before. And I thought it better if you heard the news from a doctor you have become more familiar with, then a stranger."
Both Sam and Jo sat there silently, with everlasting tears. Dr. Tookman felt choked up himself, and he did his best to remain professional, but he never once in his 15 years of practice witnessed a case quite like Lizzie's.
"It seems Lizzie took a lot of sleeping pills."
"Those were mine. Its my.." Jo whispered, crying harder as Sam hugged her harder, comforting by repeating, 'you did nothing wrong, it isn't your fault.'
Dr. Tookman took another gulp and continued, holding back more tears himself, "Well, the doctors pumped her stomach and say that they got the pills out of her system and in time enough so that there is no real damage to the baby, except there is still a 10 percent chance that the baby will be born with a defect. That chance, though, increases with the longer Lizzie isn't awake. Lizzie has yet to awaken from the cause of the pills, which forced her into a slight coma. The next 48 hours are crucial and the doctors will be watching her closely. But," before continuing with the last part though, the doctor had to look away and wipe away his own tears. He wanted to appear hopeful to the parents of this young teen. "But, if she doesn't awake in the next 48 hours, there is a good chance that she may never awake."
Sam and Jo cried harder into to each other, finding no one else to blame except themselves. Dr. Tookman began to sit down to show some concern when an anxious nurse ran to them yelling his name.
Out of breath she began, "Doctor, you have to come quick!"
"What, what seems to be the problem?"
Catching her breath she only had to say one thing, "It's the McGuire patient!" Then everyone was off.
ANOTHER NOTE: What did you think?