Let Me Know----- Chapter 4
Grace looked up at Eve with her swollen eyes.
"What is it Eve? Is Kay going to make it?"
Eve's face fell even further into a melancholy look. "Grace, I don't want to sugar coat anything. Kay may not make it through the night. And even if she does there is a very little chance that she will ever wake up from her coma."
Grace shook her head quickly. "No. No! You're lying! Kay will be alright! She's going to make it! My baby isn't going to die!"
"I'm sorry Grace but this is how things are."
"No! Kay is strong! She'll make it! No! No no no." Grace fell to the ground where she was just positioned a few moments ago. Sam knelt beside her. He knew he couldn't cry, he had to be strong. Miguel looked at the spectacle in front of him. This was all his fault, and Grace was placing all of the blame on herself.
Eve felt her heart slow. Her best friend was hurting and she couldn't do anything. But there was more to be said. She tapped Sam on the shoulder.
"Sam, I still need to tell you something. But I don't think Grace needs to hear this."
"Alright, just give me a minute."
Sam told Jessica to comfort her mom. Jessica nodded in obedience. Eve went into a far corner and waited for Sam.
"What is it Eve?"
"I didn't want to tell you this in front of Grace. But if Kay wakes up from the coma, she will probably have brain damage. She won't remember anyone or anything. And there is a very large chance that she might be paralyzed."
The words hit Sam like bullets. He breathed in slowly and closed his eyes. Pictures of Kay running around and playing when she was younger went though his head.
"And Sam, this is the worst part. So you might want to sit down."
Sam did as he was told and prepared him self for the worst.
"Kay is on life support. We almost have her stable, but that is the only thing keeping her alive. We aren't sure if we will ever be able to take her off of it."
Sam imagined his daughter with tubes and wires connected to her body. Her chest rising with every pump of the respirator. Sam broke into tears.
"I can't lose my baby, Eve! I can't!" Sam started to cry even more.
Miguel looked around the waiting room and saw every thing unfolding in front of his eyes. He was the only one still holding strong. Miguel glanced into the corner and saw Sam crying on Eve's shoulder. That's when Miguel knew that there was something wrong. He walked over to Eve and Sam very hesitantly.
"Mr. Bennett, is Kay going to be alright?"
Sam looked at Miguel. Miguel's face looked innocent. It reminded him of when Miguel first came over to play with Kay. He had known Kay for a long time. He deserved to know the truth.
"Miguel, Kay might not live. The only thing keeping her alive is a respirator. And if she does survive, she will probably be paralyzed and have brain damage."
Miguel felt like he had just been hit in the stomach with a ton of bricks. He slowly started to shake. Sam stood up and hugged Miguel as they both cried together.
A few hours later----------
Miguel sat and watched Kay in her room. Her face had big purple marks on her face. Her chest rose and fell with the pumping of the respirator. His hand traced her hand.
"I'm so sorry Kay. I never meant it. I love you so much. And I always will."
A loud steady beeping filled the room. And orderly stepped into the room and looked at the monitor.
"We got a flat line!"
Miguel was pushed away from Kay's bed. He stepped out into the hall. His cell phone started to ring.
"Hello."
"Hi sweetie. I found the perfect wedding dress. I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where have you been?"
Miguel looked back into Kay's room through the window. He saw all of the frantic nurses working over Kay.
"Charity, about the wedding. We need to talk."
Grace looked up at Eve with her swollen eyes.
"What is it Eve? Is Kay going to make it?"
Eve's face fell even further into a melancholy look. "Grace, I don't want to sugar coat anything. Kay may not make it through the night. And even if she does there is a very little chance that she will ever wake up from her coma."
Grace shook her head quickly. "No. No! You're lying! Kay will be alright! She's going to make it! My baby isn't going to die!"
"I'm sorry Grace but this is how things are."
"No! Kay is strong! She'll make it! No! No no no." Grace fell to the ground where she was just positioned a few moments ago. Sam knelt beside her. He knew he couldn't cry, he had to be strong. Miguel looked at the spectacle in front of him. This was all his fault, and Grace was placing all of the blame on herself.
Eve felt her heart slow. Her best friend was hurting and she couldn't do anything. But there was more to be said. She tapped Sam on the shoulder.
"Sam, I still need to tell you something. But I don't think Grace needs to hear this."
"Alright, just give me a minute."
Sam told Jessica to comfort her mom. Jessica nodded in obedience. Eve went into a far corner and waited for Sam.
"What is it Eve?"
"I didn't want to tell you this in front of Grace. But if Kay wakes up from the coma, she will probably have brain damage. She won't remember anyone or anything. And there is a very large chance that she might be paralyzed."
The words hit Sam like bullets. He breathed in slowly and closed his eyes. Pictures of Kay running around and playing when she was younger went though his head.
"And Sam, this is the worst part. So you might want to sit down."
Sam did as he was told and prepared him self for the worst.
"Kay is on life support. We almost have her stable, but that is the only thing keeping her alive. We aren't sure if we will ever be able to take her off of it."
Sam imagined his daughter with tubes and wires connected to her body. Her chest rising with every pump of the respirator. Sam broke into tears.
"I can't lose my baby, Eve! I can't!" Sam started to cry even more.
Miguel looked around the waiting room and saw every thing unfolding in front of his eyes. He was the only one still holding strong. Miguel glanced into the corner and saw Sam crying on Eve's shoulder. That's when Miguel knew that there was something wrong. He walked over to Eve and Sam very hesitantly.
"Mr. Bennett, is Kay going to be alright?"
Sam looked at Miguel. Miguel's face looked innocent. It reminded him of when Miguel first came over to play with Kay. He had known Kay for a long time. He deserved to know the truth.
"Miguel, Kay might not live. The only thing keeping her alive is a respirator. And if she does survive, she will probably be paralyzed and have brain damage."
Miguel felt like he had just been hit in the stomach with a ton of bricks. He slowly started to shake. Sam stood up and hugged Miguel as they both cried together.
A few hours later----------
Miguel sat and watched Kay in her room. Her face had big purple marks on her face. Her chest rose and fell with the pumping of the respirator. His hand traced her hand.
"I'm so sorry Kay. I never meant it. I love you so much. And I always will."
A loud steady beeping filled the room. And orderly stepped into the room and looked at the monitor.
"We got a flat line!"
Miguel was pushed away from Kay's bed. He stepped out into the hall. His cell phone started to ring.
"Hello."
"Hi sweetie. I found the perfect wedding dress. I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where have you been?"
Miguel looked back into Kay's room through the window. He saw all of the frantic nurses working over Kay.
"Charity, about the wedding. We need to talk."
