(A/N: Okay, I know this story was made a long time ago and I saw TONS of bad errors that made me feel terrible and made me quit writing. Lol. So I agree with a lot of the flaming reviews, though most were good, and love you all =D. Now I'll continue to fix all the stuff and such so I don't feel embarrassed anymore. Enjoy!)
The mornings grew longer and longer as the year went on. Jamie hadn't been much better, except when her and Landon had been on their honeymoon. She really enjoyed the hotel, and everything else, like the dinner in the hotel, and the swimming pool outside. Now the doctor was checking on Jamie as he sat on the Sullivan's couch. Reverend Hegbert Sullivan sat on the chair across from the room. His skin as transparent as ever.
As Landon waited, he looked down at his hands in his lap, the same hands he had always had-like he was expecting something different. Weird. Several minutes later the doctor left the room, well, kind've. "I won't tell a soul." The jolly fat man said, stepping out of the room, and walking down the hallway.
"Everything's just fine with her right now." He said.
Landon sighed. Hegbert looked up, "Thank you Mr. Simmons."
Hegbert saw him to the door while Landon went back to Jamie's room, it smelled the same, of band-aids, like all hospitals, even though it wasn't a hospital at all. The last thing anyone would want is to have their room smell like a hospital. At least that's what he thought as the recognizable smell filled his nostrils as he walked over to her bed.
Her first shift nurse was busy writing something down, and walked over to them. "It'll be just fine," she smiled, and quickly left the room.
Jamie Sullivan looked up. "Hello, Landon."
She said, looking at him. Landon smiled as he clutched her hand with his hand that had a ring placed on one of it's five fingers, her's was on the opposite hand. "What was that all about? The doctor said, 'I wont tell a soul.' What did he mean by that?"
Jamie smiled, "Nothing to worry about, Landon."
He didn't believe her when she said that, he knew that it was something to worry about, was she even more sick, did they know when she was going to die? What? What was it? Why didn't she tell him? He sighed gently.
The sun shone through the window as he sat in the living room of his house. Even though they were married they still hadn't moved into a house. She was too sick right now. He knew this. But everything was alright, his parents didn't hate him for getting married at the young age of seventeen. They knew it was Jamie's wish before she passed on, which, everyone thought, would be soon.
But no one was for sure when Jamie Sullivan would leave this world. No one could tell. She seemed to be recovering, but she wouldn't ever recover. It would claim her life one day, maybe a day that was in the soon future. No one knew. Only God knew, and it was him who had decided her fate.
The Bible had been the thing that got them away from that world. How, every day, they use to read a book from the Bible. The Bible, Landon found, was quite interesting, and he enjoyed it when they read together. Not only the fact that they were together, but the fact that The Bible made Jamie happy, which made him happy. Especially beings it was her mother's Bible.
Worth Carter made his was into the living room, a grin on his face and a newspaper in his hand. "Good evening, son." Chirped the happy man. This weekend, for a change, he was home. He had been home a lot more than he had use to. Beings his son had a dying wife on his hands. He had to stay. Plus, the two were strengthening their relationship, trying to, anyways, Worth had thought.
His wife said it was such a good idea, it would help Landon feel better in this time when he really needed to. Worth also missed his son. How he never could see him or anything. Plus, she had told him he had to, or else, he could just pack his bags and go back to Washington. He didn't want that, and, atleast he didn't think, she wanted it either, so he bonded with his son every day. They had a talk or two, sometimes an interesting conversation, it was all very enjoyable once his son actually answered his questions.
Landon looked up from his thoughts, turning to his father, whom was sitting in their leather couch. "Hey, dad." Landon dully said.
"So-uh, how's everything going with Jamie?" he asked.
"Fine." Mr. Carter smiled.
Jamie Sullivan sat up in her bed, her hair sticking to her face in sweat of the last night. She had had a dream. A horrible dream. Jamie had seen Landon divorcing her, and running, running away from her. She was screaming in her dream, screaming for him to come back to her. But it was all a dream. Wasn't it?
They say some people have dreams about stuff that will occur that next day, or a day soon to come, perhaps.. No, she stopped herself, he would never do that. He had told her that he had loved her, and nothing would ever change that. Nothing. It was just a silly old dream. Just a silly old..
A nurse walked in. "Good evening, Jamie." The older woman gave a warm smile. "How are you two holding up?" She asked, giving a little wink. Jamie replied with a fine, sitting back in her bed, feeling the wet pillow beneath her head. The nurse walked over and picked up a bottle of medicine. "Doctor said you're not suppose to take these, he said it might hurt the--"
Landon suddenly peaked his head in, giving his genuine smile, then he turned to the nurse. The nurse blinked. "The doctor just said you couldn't have these pills." She said, knowing that she shouldn't tell the boy about her patient's secret. She would tell him if she wanted to.
"What did she mean? -- The what?" Landon blinked, and scratched his head as he walked over to her bed.
"I don't know." Jamie said, smiling.
"Oh. Well, nurses ARE known to act a little weird." Landon gave a small laugh. Jamie's smile grew.
"So, Landon, would you like to continue our reading?"
Landon blinked, "You're changing the subject, Jamie, you know what she meant. Tell me, please."
Jamie looked up at Landon, "Well.... I'll tell you later... So we're almost to the New Testa--" Landon looked down at her with a glare that could see through her.
Jamie.." He said, upset.
Look.. Landon, I don't really want to talk about it right now, okay?" Landon blinked.
Talk about what?" Jamie looked down.
Something. But I just said I don't want to talk about it."
Landon sighed in defeat, and sat down, on a chair pulled up next to her bed, and Jamie pulled out the Bible he had left here the other day. Sometimes he liked to keep it here so he wouldn't forget to bring it, he said. So it was usually here. "So we're at.."
The two's voices were drowned out by thunder as it roared across the sky, and rain drops padded down onto the small Sullivan house. Hegbert sat in the living room, going through a sermon, and they continued reading. But even while they were reading, Landon wondered what she wasn't telling him. But he just couldn't put his finger on it.
(A/N: Only what? Fourteen more chapters to go? Hehe.)
The mornings grew longer and longer as the year went on. Jamie hadn't been much better, except when her and Landon had been on their honeymoon. She really enjoyed the hotel, and everything else, like the dinner in the hotel, and the swimming pool outside. Now the doctor was checking on Jamie as he sat on the Sullivan's couch. Reverend Hegbert Sullivan sat on the chair across from the room. His skin as transparent as ever.
As Landon waited, he looked down at his hands in his lap, the same hands he had always had-like he was expecting something different. Weird. Several minutes later the doctor left the room, well, kind've. "I won't tell a soul." The jolly fat man said, stepping out of the room, and walking down the hallway.
"Everything's just fine with her right now." He said.
Landon sighed. Hegbert looked up, "Thank you Mr. Simmons."
Hegbert saw him to the door while Landon went back to Jamie's room, it smelled the same, of band-aids, like all hospitals, even though it wasn't a hospital at all. The last thing anyone would want is to have their room smell like a hospital. At least that's what he thought as the recognizable smell filled his nostrils as he walked over to her bed.
Her first shift nurse was busy writing something down, and walked over to them. "It'll be just fine," she smiled, and quickly left the room.
Jamie Sullivan looked up. "Hello, Landon."
She said, looking at him. Landon smiled as he clutched her hand with his hand that had a ring placed on one of it's five fingers, her's was on the opposite hand. "What was that all about? The doctor said, 'I wont tell a soul.' What did he mean by that?"
Jamie smiled, "Nothing to worry about, Landon."
He didn't believe her when she said that, he knew that it was something to worry about, was she even more sick, did they know when she was going to die? What? What was it? Why didn't she tell him? He sighed gently.
The sun shone through the window as he sat in the living room of his house. Even though they were married they still hadn't moved into a house. She was too sick right now. He knew this. But everything was alright, his parents didn't hate him for getting married at the young age of seventeen. They knew it was Jamie's wish before she passed on, which, everyone thought, would be soon.
But no one was for sure when Jamie Sullivan would leave this world. No one could tell. She seemed to be recovering, but she wouldn't ever recover. It would claim her life one day, maybe a day that was in the soon future. No one knew. Only God knew, and it was him who had decided her fate.
The Bible had been the thing that got them away from that world. How, every day, they use to read a book from the Bible. The Bible, Landon found, was quite interesting, and he enjoyed it when they read together. Not only the fact that they were together, but the fact that The Bible made Jamie happy, which made him happy. Especially beings it was her mother's Bible.
Worth Carter made his was into the living room, a grin on his face and a newspaper in his hand. "Good evening, son." Chirped the happy man. This weekend, for a change, he was home. He had been home a lot more than he had use to. Beings his son had a dying wife on his hands. He had to stay. Plus, the two were strengthening their relationship, trying to, anyways, Worth had thought.
His wife said it was such a good idea, it would help Landon feel better in this time when he really needed to. Worth also missed his son. How he never could see him or anything. Plus, she had told him he had to, or else, he could just pack his bags and go back to Washington. He didn't want that, and, atleast he didn't think, she wanted it either, so he bonded with his son every day. They had a talk or two, sometimes an interesting conversation, it was all very enjoyable once his son actually answered his questions.
Landon looked up from his thoughts, turning to his father, whom was sitting in their leather couch. "Hey, dad." Landon dully said.
"So-uh, how's everything going with Jamie?" he asked.
"Fine." Mr. Carter smiled.
Jamie Sullivan sat up in her bed, her hair sticking to her face in sweat of the last night. She had had a dream. A horrible dream. Jamie had seen Landon divorcing her, and running, running away from her. She was screaming in her dream, screaming for him to come back to her. But it was all a dream. Wasn't it?
They say some people have dreams about stuff that will occur that next day, or a day soon to come, perhaps.. No, she stopped herself, he would never do that. He had told her that he had loved her, and nothing would ever change that. Nothing. It was just a silly old dream. Just a silly old..
A nurse walked in. "Good evening, Jamie." The older woman gave a warm smile. "How are you two holding up?" She asked, giving a little wink. Jamie replied with a fine, sitting back in her bed, feeling the wet pillow beneath her head. The nurse walked over and picked up a bottle of medicine. "Doctor said you're not suppose to take these, he said it might hurt the--"
Landon suddenly peaked his head in, giving his genuine smile, then he turned to the nurse. The nurse blinked. "The doctor just said you couldn't have these pills." She said, knowing that she shouldn't tell the boy about her patient's secret. She would tell him if she wanted to.
"What did she mean? -- The what?" Landon blinked, and scratched his head as he walked over to her bed.
"I don't know." Jamie said, smiling.
"Oh. Well, nurses ARE known to act a little weird." Landon gave a small laugh. Jamie's smile grew.
"So, Landon, would you like to continue our reading?"
Landon blinked, "You're changing the subject, Jamie, you know what she meant. Tell me, please."
Jamie looked up at Landon, "Well.... I'll tell you later... So we're almost to the New Testa--" Landon looked down at her with a glare that could see through her.
Jamie.." He said, upset.
Look.. Landon, I don't really want to talk about it right now, okay?" Landon blinked.
Talk about what?" Jamie looked down.
Something. But I just said I don't want to talk about it."
Landon sighed in defeat, and sat down, on a chair pulled up next to her bed, and Jamie pulled out the Bible he had left here the other day. Sometimes he liked to keep it here so he wouldn't forget to bring it, he said. So it was usually here. "So we're at.."
The two's voices were drowned out by thunder as it roared across the sky, and rain drops padded down onto the small Sullivan house. Hegbert sat in the living room, going through a sermon, and they continued reading. But even while they were reading, Landon wondered what she wasn't telling him. But he just couldn't put his finger on it.
(A/N: Only what? Fourteen more chapters to go? Hehe.)
