Chapter 1 of Roses
By Jacqulin
Authors Note: This story is a bit different from my other stories. I just thought that there needed a story like this out there so people could see that all stories aren't fairy tales with happy endings.
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The doctor walked out from the delivery room and looked at the man holding a 7 year old boy who was sleeping with a grieving face. "Mr. Kinomoto," he began. "My name is Dr. Ruiiko. I proud to say that you are the father of a baby girl. But there were some complications during the delivery."
The man placed the boy who was still in deep slumber on the chair and looked at doctor straight in the eyes. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, your daughter," Dr. Ruiiko looked over the papers in the file that he was holding, "Sakura, needs some blood transfusions because your wife lost a massive amount of blood. Your wife…."
The mans eyes had a flash of pain and worry as the doctor became reluctant to tell him what was wrong. "Oh no, not Nadeshiko. Please not her."
"I am very sorry Mr. Kinomoto. It is a miracle that your daughter didn't get the cancer. We tried our best, but it was too late." the doctor patted the grieving husband. "The nurse will bring you some papers to sign. I expect your daughter to go into surgery some time early tomorrow.
The sleeping boy woke up as he heard his father sobbing. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his father. "Daddy, why are you crying?" he asked.
"Touya.. I am sorry that I woke you. It is your mother Touya. She …" the loving father hugged his son while Touya started crying too.
Touya knew what was happening. His mom already had cancer and she was already in her last stages and the pregnancy must have been too much for her. He wiped away a tear. "What about Sakura?"
"She is fine at the moment, but the doctors have to keep her here for some more time. Do you want to go see her?" He held the hand of Touya as they walked over to the nursery.
In an incubator, a small baby lay sleeping. She had light auburn hair and her eyes were tightly shut. "Touya, promise me. Promise me that we will both stay strong for your sister."
Touya looked at his father with admiration in his eyes. Slowly tears started to flow, "I promise dad. I promise for Sakura…."
4 years later
A man with brown hair and glasses walked in. He looked like he was in his late 30s or very early 40s. His hand was intertwined with the small hand of a little 4 year old girl. She had the biggest emerald green eyes, light shoulder length auburn hair that became loose curls as they barely touched her shoulders. Today she was wearing a pink dress that had a big bow in the back. Her hair was held back by two big cherry blossom clips.
"Hey Sakura, Mr. Kinomoto." the receptionist said. "You want Dr. Jones right?"
Mr. Kinomoto nodded. "Yes, he said that he had Sakuras test results back."
A nurse had shortly appeared and led them to a small office. A doctor was in the room looking over a couple of letters. He looked as he was in his middle 40s. He had dark brown hair and gray eyes. The nurse left as she went take the other patients to their doctors.
"The tests?" Mr. Kinomoto asked. His daughter was sick regularly now. Both Touya and him were scared that Sakura might have gotten her mothers cancer.
"You are aware that Sakura had some blood transfusions when she born?" the doctor asked.
"Yes." Fujiwatka said.
"I am sorry to tell you, but the persons blood that we took had HIV." the doctor sounded truly sincere. He looked over at the young girl in front of him who was too busy looking at all the paintings in the room. She seemed too innocent to be part of horrible things like AIDS.
"Does Sakura have HIV?" the father questioned. This was too much for him. First his wife and now his daughter.
"It isn't definite, but we think that Sakura might have AIDS." the doctor said. He glanced at Sakura who was now playing with some puzzle pieces.
"How long does she have?" Mr. Kinomoto asked.
"It depends." Dr. Jones said.
"Depends on what." Fujiwatka was breaking down now.
"Everything. Her white blood counts, immune systems, calcium levels. A lot of things, but mostly….." Dr. Jones stopped talking. He cringed at the thought passed his brain.
"Mostly what?" Mr. Kinomoto pleaded.
The doctor looked at the innocent little girl. "But mostly how much pain she can endure…."
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Authors Note: This is very depressing to write. Please review.
