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Chapter 2: Family of 3
"What the hell is taking so long?" Luke sat up in his hospital bed, frustrated, waiting on a long overdue update on his wife. "I thought you said the nurse would notify this floor?"
"That's what she told me. I'll go ask someone. Just, sit tight dad." Lulu walked to the nurses station in hope of getting some useful information about her step-mother's current condition. "Hello, um, can I get some help over here." Lulu waved her hand alerting a nurse.
"Is there an issue ma'am?"
"Um, yes, my step-mother, Tracy Quartermaine was taken to the ER a while ago. A nurse said she'd notify this floor when they found out what was wrong with her."
"Oh yes. She told me that if you came asking for her to tell you, sorry, I figured that since you were with a heart patient you wouldn't need added stress since she's in good hands and recovering."
"Recovering from what?"
"She had emergency surgery."
"Where is she?"
"Mrs. Quartermaine is in the maternity ward."
"Maternity ward? What?" Lulu was baffled. "What's Tracy doing on that floor?"
"The surgery she had was a C-section. She was diagnosed with a cryptic pregnancy." Lulu's eyes widened. " I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be telling you any of this anyway, just head to the maternity ward and the nurses there will direct you to her room."
"T-thank you."
"No problem ma'am." Lulu walked over to the waiting area contemplating what she should do, if she should call anyone, go to Tracy first, or tell her father about this first. She pulled out her phone immediately pressing buttons on the keypad.
To: Dillon
Come to GH ASAP. Your mom came out of emergency surgery. This is important.
It seemed as if Lulu was the bearer of (bad) news that day. She popped back in her father's room to tell him that Tracy had surgery and she was going to see her because of the fact that he should be up and running often, even if it was in a wheelchair.
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Lulu peered through the small window of the door before bracing herself to endure the awkward tragedy that had fallen upon them. Lulu took no hesitations. It would only make things even more awkward. "How are you feeling?" Tracy quickly turned her head, and much like her step-daughter, didn't hesitate to answer.
"I take it you heard the news." Tracy folded her hands over each other, trying to make the situation as business-casual as possible.
"It really wasn't my business to find out like this. I kinda wish I heard it from you. You were pregnant?"
"'Cryptically'. I had no clue. Not until tonight anyway. Surprise, surprise. You have a baby sister."
"Congratulations?" Lulu tried to be happy but from the tone of Tracy's voice it didn't sound like she was happy. Tracy let a sarcastic laugh escape her lips. Lulu looked at her very confused.
"I poisoned her. She's in the NICU fighting for her life because of something I gave her."
"You don't really mean that, do you?"
"If you mean that I deliberately tried to kill my own daughter who I had no idea I housed inside me for 8 months, then no. What I mean is the IV drip I leaked into my bloodstream for nearly all of those 8 months. Something I thought kept me sane has driven me damn near the edge from the doctors few words within minutes of him coming into my room. Alcohol. I gave her fetal alcohol syndrome. It's not a mistake I can fix."
"You didn't know. I-It wasn't really your fault."
"It really was though. If I had just went to the doctor instead of putting things off for so long, maybe my daily dosage would've been prenatal pills instead of daddy's scotch. But we'll never know."
"Blaming yourself really isn't going to do you any good."
"Really? Go take one look at that baby and tell me that it's ok that little girl is probably hooked up to a bunch of IV's and monitors and incubated and way too small to be outside of me right now. Tell me, because I haven't even seen her myself. Maybe it's a good thing I haven't."
"I know what's happening is alot, and I can't imagine what you're going through but, I know someone who might."
"And who would that be, because I can't think of one person."
"Dad. Do you want me to tell him?"
"No. I-I need to do this while my head is still not fully wrapped around this whole situation."
"Are you sure?"
"Take me to his room."
Sorry for another short chapter! I just wanted to put something out there! Feedback is much appreciated! Thank you for reading!
