Kurt stepped off of the elevator and onto the 15th floor. He walked over to the window and watched all of the little babies. There, in an incubator, was his daughter: Adeline Amelia Weller. He walked over to he front desk.
"Hello. I would like to hold my daughter. They said I can come up here to see her and that spending time with her might help her get better," Kurt said to the nurse at the desk.
"No problem. Right this way," the nurse said smiling. She led Kurt to a private room with a rocking chair, a bed, and a view over the hospital's garden. "What is her name?."
"Adeline Weller," Kurt responded.
"Okay. I'll be right back." The nurse left and returned a few moments later with the incubator. "Go ahead and sit down, and if you want to, you can take your shirt off. Skin to skin contact is good for her. It's good for her to heart your heart and to feel the warmth of your skin." Kurt unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off of his arms. He set it on the bed and took a seat in the rocking chair. The nurse delicately picked the tiny baby up and carried her over to her father. She placed the baby in Kurt's big, strong, arms. "Just press that button if you need anything." The nurse smiled and then left the room. There he was, Kurt and his daughter. He stared at her in awe. She was so frail, yet so perfect. She didn't deserve the things she had gone through. Kurt held her closer to his chest so that she could hear his heart. She was so tiny compared to him. It melted his heart. He loved her to pieces. He would do everything in his power to protect her and to keep her safe. He wanted the best for her.
"I wish your mother could see you," he spoke softly to her. "She is sick right now, but she will get better. And we will find you a heart. You just need to hang in there. Everything will be ok. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. I love you Addy." Kurt sat there for hours rocking with his daughter. He didn't want to leave her side. When the clock on the wall displayed 6:30, he knew he the doctor would be doing rounds soon. He would wait to see how his Addy was doing, and then he would go downstairs to check on Allie.
The doctor came by soon and checked on Adeline. She had improved a little bit, but she was still in critical condition. Kurt reluctantly handed her back to the nurse who took the little girl back to the room with the other babies.
Kurt returned downstairs to Allie's bedside. When he got there, the doctor was in the room. He told Kurt that Allie was improving and that she could come off of the ventilator soon. Weller thanked the doctor, then took a seat.
"She's beautiful Allie," he spoke to her. "I wish you could see her. She is so tiny and fragile, but she is so perfect. She needs a new heart, but I don't want you to worry about her. You need to focus on getting better. I spent time with her all day. If only you could hold her." Kurt spent the rest of the night with Allie, and after rounds the next morning, he returned to his daughter. His Adeline.
