Wow. It's been *pulls out calculator* about one and a half years since I last updated this. So sorry. Life's tough. That's all I have to say.
But I'm better now and I've been updating all my stories and everything. You guys should check out my other stories, too. They're pretty rad! Rad? Like what. Who says that anymore?
They're pretty awesome!*
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"Danny!" Sam shrieks, and she runs to where Danny collapsed. Her two kids, Aiden and Lilly run over to him too.
"Daddy?" Lilly asks, looking scared to death. Aiden doesn't say a word.
Sam feels for a pulse. Nothing. "Aiden! Get me the phone!" she yells at her eight year old son. He runs off to do as he's asked. When he comes back with the phone, Sam quickly dials 911 and in a couple of seconds, there is a 911 operator on the other line.
"911, what's you emergency?"
"Danny! He's dead!" Sam sobs into the phone.
"Alright, I need you to calm down please."
"But- But, he's dead!" Sam says, yet again. Her kids are silent.
"Miss, you need to keep calm. Can you tell me your address please?" Sam does. "I am sending an ambulance to your house. Now, I need you to stay on the line and answer some questions for me. Can you do that?"
"Y-yes. I can do that."
"Does he have a pulse?"
"No. No pulse. His pulse was always low, but now he doesn't have one at all."
"Okay, can you tell me what exactly happened?"
"It- It- I guess it was my fault," Sam says.
"How so?" Asks the 911 operator.
"I wished he was dead and then he dropped down on the floor and he's not breathing or anything. It's my fault, all my fault," Sam says, burring her face in Danny's chest and crying. She doesn't even hear the operator's next question: "Are you sorry yet?"
By the time the ambulance finally gets to Sam's house, Sam is all cried out. They put Danny inside the ambulance and then they ask Sam a question: "Would you like to ride to the hospital with your husband?"
"Can my kids come?" Sam asks. The ambulance driver shakes his head.
"Sorry, ma'am, there's only room for one in the back of this ambulance. You'll have to leave your kids at home."
"I can't leave my two eight year olds home alone and I can't find a babysitter for them at ten o' clock at night. What do you expect me to do?"
"I don't know and honestly I don't care. We need to leave now to get this person to the hospital to confirm that he is dead."
"That person," Sam says through gritted teeth, "is Daniel James Fenton, my husband of ten years. And if he's dead, why do you have to be in any hurry?"
"Ma'am, I suggest you let us leave and then find out what you are going to do with your kids and meet us at the hospital to await the results of the tests to find out if he is really dead or not."
"Why do you need to do tests to confirm if he is dead? I have never heard of that in my life! Why can't you just tell me if he's dead or not?"
"Because he's a halfa, sweetie, and halfa's can be very complicated."
"What- But- I never told you he was a halfa!" That has been kept a secret from everyone for seventeen years.
"You didn't have to." And with that, the ambulance driver closes the door and gets in the front and drives away, leaving Sam speechless.
"Okay you two, I need you to listen to me carefully," Sam told her two kids. They were on there way to the hospital, Sam was driving, obviously, and Sam was going to explain what was expected of her two little ones (though they hated to be called that) while they were at the hospital.
"You might need to wait in the waiting room while they talk to just me," Sam says.
"Why?" Aiden questions.
"Because grown ups need to talk about certain things without two certain eight year olds around."
"But why?" asked Lillith, the baby of the family.
"Because we don't want eight year olds to hear certain things."
"But why?" Aiden and Lilly ask at the exact same time.
"Because! Just because!" Sam says frustraitedly. Lilly and Aiden look at each other, guilt on their faces.
"Another thing. I don't think Daddy is coming home with us tonight," Sam says.
"He's going to be okay, right?" Aiden asks.
"I- I don't think so. I'm sorry you guys." Her kids start to cry.
"It's all your fault!" Lillith says suddenly.
"Lilly, stop!" Sam says back.
"It's all your fault! You fought with Daddy and you wished he was dead and now he's dead! He really is! It's all your fault, Mommy!" Lilly says.
Sam couldn't argue with that.
When they finally got to the hospital, Sam went up to the front desk to ask where Danny was. Her kids waited silently with her, Lilly keeping a distance.
"Ah, yes, Daniel. Are you family?" The lady at the desk asked.
"Yes!" Sam breathed. "I'm his wife and these are our two kids, Lilly and Aiden." The lady smiled.
"Hi Lilly. Hello Aiden." Sam's kids said nothing in return. "Danny's in room 104. You can all go back, but, you might have some explaining to do to your kids."
"What do you mean?" They knew he was dead. They heard the phone call.
"You might have some explaining to do about your final words to Danny, and how you caused his death."
Sam didn't tell her what she said to Danny. What was going on?
Sam ran into Danny's room and buried her face in his chest. She burst into tears. Her kids didn't know what to think. They just lost their dad so they burst into tears as well. The doctor lets Sam cry silently for a little bit before finally saying, "He's dead. We've ran the tests and they have all came up positive for death."
Sam cries.
"I'm sorry for your loss," says the doctor and then he exits the room.
"I'm so sorry, Danny," Sam says. "I didn't mean what I said."
"It's all Mommy's fault," Lilly mumbles.
"Lillith, stop it!" Aiden says back to his sister.
"It is! It's all Mommy's fault! She wished that Daddy died! She-"
"I know! I know! You already said this," said Aiden as he made a little blabbing motion with his hand, opening and closing it, as if making a puppet talk.
The three of them sat in silence, before finally a women enters the room. She has fiery hair.
"Hello, I'm Shaakira, your counseler. I'm sorry about your loss."
"Your name's Shaakira?" Lilly asks.
"Yes, my name is Shaakira."
"Like the singer?" Lilly asks.
"Yes, like the singer, but I'm not the singer. I'm a counselor."
"I know," Lillith says, sounding a little disappointed.
"So, how are you three doing?"
"How do you think we're doing?" Sam asks. She doesn't mean to be pushy, but she just lost her husband and it was kind of her fault and then this cheery lady comes in and asks how she's doing? She doesn't even bother to get to know the three of them first, just asks how they're doing.
"It can be hard to become a single parent and lose your husband, but the best way to get over it is to put fault on the incident first. Now, who's fault was it?"
Sam never thought about how she was now a single mom. Great, more pressure.
"It was Mommy's fault!" Lilly says, no hesitation in her voice.
"Good! Now that we got that out of the way we can think about it. Sam, I'm sure you didn't mean to kill Danny, but you did and now you will probably feel depressed. And that's normal. Remember, depression can help you get through hard times. Now, I'll be seeing you tomorrow, but until then, just remember, depression is a good thing! Buh-bye you three!" And with that, she leaves. Sam thinks about what Shaakira said for a little bit. Maybe she's right. Maybe depression is a good thing. But then Sam realizes something.
How did Shaakira know her name if Sam never told her it?
Sam is snuggled up next to Danny on the hospital bed, her two kids asleep snuggled up down by his feet. She hears a knock on the door and the doctor enters. His name tag reads Baldwin. Sam sits up and stares at him.
"I'm sorry that you had to lose your husband," Baldwin begins, "but we have to take him now. I'm sorry." Sam nods. She nudges her two kids.
"Lilly. Aiden. Time to go," she tells them. Lilly wakes up first.
"What?" she asks.
"Time to go," Sam repeats.
"I wanna stay with Daddy!" Lillith throws a fit. Aiden wakes up, too.
"Mom, do we have to go?"
"I'm sorry you guys. I'm afraid we have to go," Sam says.
"Why can't we just stay with Daddy forever?" Lilly asks.
"Because the hospital has to take the body," Sam tells them.
"What are they going to do with it?" Lilly looks terrified of what is going to happen to her daddy.
"They are going to do something called an autopsy," Sam tells her.
"What's that?" Lilly asks, cocking her head. Aiden looks curious as well.
"It means they are going to examine Daddy to see how he died."
"Will it- Will it- hurt him?" Lilly asks.
"It can't hurt him. He's already dead!" Aiden says. Lilly gives her mother a pained look.
"It won't hurt him, Lilly.
I promise."
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