Farewell to arms rewrite
When the doctor handed me the child I held him. It was not like I had much
choice. He looked up at me and smiled. "He is just so innocent." the doctor said.
"I guess so." I said.
"What's wrong, doesn't he look like you?" the doctor laughed.
"I'm worried about Catherine."
"She is having a little trouble getting over the operation. Its not some thing to worry
about."
"Can I see her?" I said
"No, not yet."
I waited outside the operating ward. I watched nurses and doctors run in and out
of the room. Four doctors walked out together, whispering amongst themselves. I almost
screamed out with anger at the site. I sat there trying to calm my tension. And not to make
it look obvious. I must have waited there for five hours. Nurses brought me food, but I
wasn't vary hungry.
The doctor asked me to come in. when I Whent in I saw Catherine on the sterile
mettle table. She looked week. She tried to move her head to look at me but she could
not. "We were trying to decide on the best way to tell you this Mr. Henry." The doctor
said. "What, tell me what?" I said. Even though I knew what he was going to say. "Your
wife has had severe complications. She has been hemorrhaging for the past three hours.
We can't stop the bleeding. I'm sorry but there is nothing we can do. I know how hard it
must be for you. I'm sorry I really am. I wish you can spend time together before she
goes."
I walked over to Catherine. "Darling how are you feeling."
"I'm not going to die." Catherine said.
"Of course your not"
"Please take care of the baby"
"I thought you said you weren't going to die." I said.
"I did, but please"
"What?"
"Never mind"
"Please talk to me."
"I don't know what to say" She said and closed her eyes.
"Just talk I'm asking to hear your sweet voice. please say something. Please." I
pleaded to get no response. The doctor grabbed her wrist and shook his head. "She is
dead, I'm terribly sorry for the loss." the nurse said. I could barley even hear her say that.
for I think that I just did not want to believe it. I started to cry, I used all my might to hold
it back. "Sir." the doctor said.
"Sir, I hate to do this but we need to discuss the matter of your son. You need to
do something. He is rite this way." he led me into another sterile hallway. down the
corridor and into the nursery. "Here he is." he said as the nurses handed him to me. I
picked him up and he seemed warm and fragile in my hands. "well we have papers for you
to sine. I'm sorry if I don't seem that compassionate but this is a hospital and the patients
don't stop coming even if one man looses some one dear to him. I wish my best. for you
and your son."
The boy in my hands had Catherine's eyes. I can't believe it. I'm a father. I'm a
father to a child that has no mother. I'm a father to a child that killed his mother. I'm a
father to a parasite, not a child.
He used Catherine and then he killed her I know for a fact that no son of mine
could do that. So I did not consider him my son. "Can you please hold him for a minuet or
two?" I said to the nurse
"What for?" the nurse asked
"I have to get a drink of water." I said
"Gladly." she said.
I gave her the baby and whent out of the nursery. Instead of going to the fountain
across the hall, I looked for the furthest one I could find. Then I saw them. Two large
glass doors leading outside. It was raining. I then remembered about what Catherine said
about herself and myself dead in it. I thought about death one last time. about how I
would risk the chance of nothingness to see if the promises of religion where false.
Because if they were not. I could see my darling again. I walked out into the rain and I left
the baby and this world behind.
When the doctor handed me the child I held him. It was not like I had much
choice. He looked up at me and smiled. "He is just so innocent." the doctor said.
"I guess so." I said.
"What's wrong, doesn't he look like you?" the doctor laughed.
"I'm worried about Catherine."
"She is having a little trouble getting over the operation. Its not some thing to worry
about."
"Can I see her?" I said
"No, not yet."
I waited outside the operating ward. I watched nurses and doctors run in and out
of the room. Four doctors walked out together, whispering amongst themselves. I almost
screamed out with anger at the site. I sat there trying to calm my tension. And not to make
it look obvious. I must have waited there for five hours. Nurses brought me food, but I
wasn't vary hungry.
The doctor asked me to come in. when I Whent in I saw Catherine on the sterile
mettle table. She looked week. She tried to move her head to look at me but she could
not. "We were trying to decide on the best way to tell you this Mr. Henry." The doctor
said. "What, tell me what?" I said. Even though I knew what he was going to say. "Your
wife has had severe complications. She has been hemorrhaging for the past three hours.
We can't stop the bleeding. I'm sorry but there is nothing we can do. I know how hard it
must be for you. I'm sorry I really am. I wish you can spend time together before she
goes."
I walked over to Catherine. "Darling how are you feeling."
"I'm not going to die." Catherine said.
"Of course your not"
"Please take care of the baby"
"I thought you said you weren't going to die." I said.
"I did, but please"
"What?"
"Never mind"
"Please talk to me."
"I don't know what to say" She said and closed her eyes.
"Just talk I'm asking to hear your sweet voice. please say something. Please." I
pleaded to get no response. The doctor grabbed her wrist and shook his head. "She is
dead, I'm terribly sorry for the loss." the nurse said. I could barley even hear her say that.
for I think that I just did not want to believe it. I started to cry, I used all my might to hold
it back. "Sir." the doctor said.
"Sir, I hate to do this but we need to discuss the matter of your son. You need to
do something. He is rite this way." he led me into another sterile hallway. down the
corridor and into the nursery. "Here he is." he said as the nurses handed him to me. I
picked him up and he seemed warm and fragile in my hands. "well we have papers for you
to sine. I'm sorry if I don't seem that compassionate but this is a hospital and the patients
don't stop coming even if one man looses some one dear to him. I wish my best. for you
and your son."
The boy in my hands had Catherine's eyes. I can't believe it. I'm a father. I'm a
father to a child that has no mother. I'm a father to a child that killed his mother. I'm a
father to a parasite, not a child.
He used Catherine and then he killed her I know for a fact that no son of mine
could do that. So I did not consider him my son. "Can you please hold him for a minuet or
two?" I said to the nurse
"What for?" the nurse asked
"I have to get a drink of water." I said
"Gladly." she said.
I gave her the baby and whent out of the nursery. Instead of going to the fountain
across the hall, I looked for the furthest one I could find. Then I saw them. Two large
glass doors leading outside. It was raining. I then remembered about what Catherine said
about herself and myself dead in it. I thought about death one last time. about how I
would risk the chance of nothingness to see if the promises of religion where false.
Because if they were not. I could see my darling again. I walked out into the rain and I left
the baby and this world behind.