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No one told me anything. My dad held me and kept crying; he then looked up and told Parker to take Shelby home and said Aunt Angela would take the quads for the night and would later come to pick me.
My dad was a sobbing mess. I just couldn't leave him like that.
I begged him to let me stay with him; he needed someone and I needed my dad.
He let me stay and didn't let me move from his lap.
I never told this to anybody but for the first two hours I spent at the hospital I thought my mother was dead.
I couldn't believe it.
That's why I didn't bother to cry or say anything.
Shelby asked to stay for a little while with Parker. Dad said yes.
I still thought my mom was dead; if Shelby hadn't asked about how mom was doing in surgery I have no idea what I would have done.
She came back and said "they're still trying to stop the bleedings. So far they only got one out."
I was relieved.
She was still in the O.R. If she was dead she'd be in the morgue.
My mother was still alive.
I wasn't an orphan.
Then I started to cry.
My dad stopped doing so to support me.
I'll be forever grateful.
"Daddy? What happened to mommy?"
"She was shot sweetheart. 4 times to tell the truth. One bullet to the shoulder, another in the arm a third one in her leg and the last one went through her abdomen. "
I didn't react.
Dinner time came around; I was starving but I refused to go to the cafeteria since it would evolve moving from dad's lap.
Parker and Shelby brought me a sandwich; a soda and 3 candy bars.
"Don't worry, your mother will let this one slide." they told me knowing I'd say mom doesn't approve me eating that much sugar.
By ten aunt Angela called saying Zack had been crying for mom for the past two hours and none of the kids could fall asleep. Dad handed me the phone and I sang Zack the exact same lullaby mom sang to them every night. When Aunt Angela hung up he was sound asleep.
But I wasn't.
Parker took Shelby home around eleven and then drove home to get some clothes for the quads and for me, stopped at aunt Angela and uncle Hodgins' to drop them off and spent the night at his biological mother's house.
I must have drifted off around midnight and didn't wake up until 4:47 AM.
My dad still doesn't know I was awake when the doctor came to tell us the news. Nor does he know I heard this.
"Is it bad news? I'm barely holding up I don't even want to think how she feels. She's been in my lap for ten hours without moving and basically she's what's getting me through this. So if it's bad news I don't want to wake her."
"You can wake her up. But I'm not sure if you want her so see her mother in such condition."
"It's better than nothing."
He whispered in my ear and I pretended to wake up.
"Wake up baby girl; we're going to see mommy."
"Is she okay?" I knew the answer but I felt like I needed to ask this.
"She might be in pain when she wakes up but you know what would make her feel better?"
I knew what he was going to say.
"Maybe she would feel better if you paid her visit. Do you want to come with me to see mommy?"
I nodded yes. I knew it would take her some time to wake up; I was only six and had barely slept 5 hours. I was really tired and hoped I got to take a nap for a while.
She was connected to a pile of wires, the heart monitor was stable.
That was what it mattered.
The abdomen one was the less severe. Just a laceration it was the easiest one of the four and was resolved in a matter of fifteen minutes. The shoulder was the worst one and took them the longest to fix. About half the hours she spent in surgery were spent on that one, she kept bleeding out.
But she was fine.
My dad moved a chair to her bedside. I sat on his lap again and slept for a few more hours. Dad didn't sleep that whole night and waited for mom to wake up making sure she was still breathing. He didn't let go of her hand.
My mother woke up around nine the next day. They knew I was really tired so I slept until 9:30.
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