I own Jessie but she's based on a friend of mine. Jessie may seem insensitive at this point but she's not. She will redeam herself later. I'm going to have to kill off one of the characters. Jade or Beck is NOT an option. Vote for which character should be killed off. I added in one crossover so far and will add in several more. If you can guess which crossover this is I will donate 5 hours to your fav charairty


Beck's point of view

I felt a cold chill run up my spine when the doctor spoke. Jade wasn't just a little sick. She was dying. She was in real trouble. If I hadn't laughed at her, if I had just let the argument go or let the issue drop she wouldn't have been in this condition. Damn how could I be so stupid. My Jade might not survive now and it's all my fault. I knew she had a problem but I didn't know how serious it was.

"Can I see her," I asked

"She's in the ICU right now," the doctor replied, "and not strong enough for visitors. Her pulmonary system is very compressed right now. I'm sorry."
He's sorry. My girlfriend is dying and he's sorry? I don't want sorry. I want Jade to be better. I want to go back in time and resolve this problem. I want... I need to do something but before I do anything I need to calm down. I needed to be strong for Jade.

"Is she awake?"
The Doctor shook his head.

"I'll let you know the minute anything changes."

"Thank you," I said, "Cat can you wait here a minute. I have to go make a phone call"

"KK," Cat said
I called my cousin Jessie. She's a therapist and she's always been a good person to talk with. She's a good friend too. I explained the situation.

"Well," she said, "You have to decide what you want to do"

"What I want to do?"

"You know," she said, "Do you want to burry her or..."

"JESSIE," I yelled, "What sort of thing is that to say. I need something comforting now. I don't need what you're saying"
She sighed.

"I'm sorry Beck," she said, "I don't know what to tell you. From what you said it doesn't look good and I don't want you getting your hopes up to have the crashing back down. You're my cousin. I love you and you need to be prepared for what is likely going to happen. Do you want to have her buried or-"

"No," I said firmly, "I want her to live"
I hung up fuming. I can't believe my cousin. She had never spoken that insensitive before. I would not accept the fact that Jade was going to die. I went to the doctor.

"Is there anything that can be done for her," I asked

"Well she's on the transplant list," the doctor said, "But it could be a long time before a heart is available. Right now she's going to need a blood transfusion. Since we don't have anyone who matches, family members and the like we could use plasma-"

"Can you test me to see if I'm a match"

"A blood match?"

"Yes," I said, "and a heart match... so if anything were to happen to me she could get my heart"
A plan was forming in my mind. If I was the right match I could give her my heart and go on a heart/lung machine until a new heart is found for me.

"Young man it's admirable how much you love your girlfriend but I want to make sure of something. Are you planning for something to happen to you if your heart matches."

"No but... I did have an idea. I could give her my heart and go on a heart/lung machine if I am a match until a new heart becomes available to me."
The Doctor nodded.

"We're miles away from her even being viable for a transplant," he said, "and what you're suggesting is not easy. You would have to be registered as a heart patient here."

"I'm willing to do that," I said, "but why would I have to be registered?"

"It's the only way that you can get on the transplant list and this has to be done secretly. I could get in a heap of trouble if it wasn't done secretly"

"For saving Jade!"

"No," the doctor replied, "for getting rid of a healthy heart in a healthy body and transplanting it into an unhealthy body. Normally we wait for cadavers. Anyway let me run some tests on you. Maybe you won't even be a match and we'll have nothing more to worry about"
I couldn't believe how callous my girlfriend's doctor was being. He was basically saying he hoped I won't be a match. If she is Jade would be able to get her heart much more quickly. It was the perfect solution.

"I'm just wondering," I said, "how long would it take for me to get a heart?"

"I would make sure you're at the top of the list," he said, "But it would still be likely to take a very long time. It would be... well we're getting ahead of ourselves here. First we need to run the tests"

The Doctor's Point of View

I'm sure most of you are probably thinking that I'm insane. I don't blame you. I even think I'm insane going along with this. Why am I doing it then? I have a child who is desperately ill. She needs a transplant and it's going to be very hard for her to get it since her type is so rare. I don't even match hers and I would gladly give up my life so that she can live. So I can feel how this young man is feeling. I hoped that it wouldn't be an issue. I couldn't think of the consequences that would happen if things went wrong. My head was hurting just to think about it. Beck's blood type matched. I also administered a biopsy where we took a small part of his heart and analyzed it with hers. We wouldn't get the test results back for 2 weeks. It didn't matter. Ms. West was months away from being viable for a new heart. If she went under the knife right now she'd die in minutes. If she was exposed to any sort of infection right now she would die in minutes. That's why she was in isolation right now. I said a prayer for his heart not to be a match. I said a prayer for his heart to be a match. I didn't know what I wanted.

Katherine, my wife came to pick me up. She was very excited. She is pregnant again. Marilyn is going to have a little brother. We found out a week ago we were having a boy.

"David," she asked, "What do you think about mother's feelings"

"Well," I said, "I think that mother's have them"

She rolled her eyes but laughed.

"Why are things so complicated," she asked me.

"Well," I said, "I don't think they are. I think things are only complicated at certain times and then most of the times it's pretty simple."

Yes I know that's a crazy way to think, especially for someone who knows as much as I do but that's what my father taught me growing up and that's what I come to think. That answer seemed to satisfy my wife.

"I want Marilyn to get better," she told me.
I squeezed her hand. I wanted the same thing.

"I was thinking," I said, "Why don't we name this new baby Douglas?"
Katherine smiled.

"Douglas," she tested it out, "I like it. I like it very much. How did you think of it?"

"Well it's one of Marilyn's favorite names," I said, "Her favorite boy's name anyway."
Katherine threw a look at me.

"She's going to get better," she said, "Don't even think about suggesting that she won't"

"I didn't suggest that she won't. I never would suggest that she won't get better. She'll get better."
Katherine threw a pleading look at me.

"Can we stop by her room and see her," she asked.

"Of course," I said
Marilyn was only 4 1/2 but she had an older soul. She always kept a smile on her face no matter how sick she felt. She was the one who would never be frightened. Even when she had a bad day she would smile and laugh through it. She was youthful and mature at that same time.