Chapter 10

Hi again this chapter should be really good. Well I found it really fun to write though it is sad. It is supposed to be. Sorry it took so long to write this chapter but I wasn't sure how to put it.

A/N- I don't own any of the Thornberry characters or anything like that and it all belongs to Klasky Csupo. It took me a while to write this one cause I wasn't sure how to put it. Anyways enjoy.

Two weeks later Eliza's fish has grown so much and it even has a friend now. She decided to name him "Funky Po" I had a great laugh about that. Over the next few days mom's condition hadn't improved much and just got worse. We have no idea what could be wrong we thought maybe it was just the flu so we just helped out the best we could by giving her meds and made sure she didn't do too much. It seemed to work for a couple of days or so then everything went down hill. We went to bed that night and I cried myself to sleep because I didn't understand what was happening with her. Dad still thought it was the flu and hasn't done very much but keep her comfortable. At about midnight I woke up to this awful scream at first I thought maybe it was Eliza and her nightmares being half asleep and all. Sounds seem so amplaphied and different at that stage. I got up to go to her room and heard commotion coming from my parent's room.

Eliza had been up for about 5 minutes now. Right then I knew it was mom, I hurried over to their room to find dad and Eliza surrounding her. Apparently she had collapsed when she got up to do something. I felt so scared that something awful had happened that I had to swallow back a sob that was arising. She was clutching her stomach when she passed out. "Daddy what happened?" I asked worried but he didn't hear my question he was screaming and crying for her to get up and be ok. "Get up Marianne! Get Up! Wake Up Marianne! Wake Up!" he kept on screaming with tears rolling down his face as he was on his knees begging for her to get up. I sat on their bed and almost started crying, as I didn't know what to do I couldn't even think straight. Mom just lay there on the floor like she was lifeless and she was barley breathing. "Debbie call 911 now!" dad said trying to control his sobbing. It has been a good 10 minutes that she has been out. I ran out to the living room as fast as I could and grabbed the nearest phone so I dialed it quickly, I heard someone pick up but I didn't care who I started crying as well as I tried to speak. After I told them I ran back to their bedroom and dad seemed to be getting more hysterical by the minute.

It seemed like forever but we finally heard the emergency sirens stop right outside the house and I ran outside to let them in. I was really scared to see them because they were about to take mom away. There was about 6 of them in funny clothing as they came in and wheeled a stretcher in." What's going to happen to mom?" I said to one of them. "She is going to be ok," he said in a soothing voice. I followed them into mom and dad's bedroom where she is. Dad was still sitting there beside her hysterical. "Don't let her die!" he said bawling. "Mr. Thornberry we will do our best I promise," they said to him. Dad just sat there with in tears as I hugged him and tried to comfort him and calm him down. " Take care of my Marianne!" Dad cried as they picked her up and rolled her out. I cried harder as we went to the front door with them. They got to the ambulance vehicle and easily lifted her in. They quickly shut the doors and took off really fast with the sirens blaring and fading away. We slowly walked back into the house but we didn't go back to bed. Eliza was the first to fall asleep and I put her in her back in bed. For the next two hours we just sat in the living room silently.

I sat on dad's lap and tried to comfort him the best I could. " Daddy what happened to mommy?" I finally said when I was sure dad was calm enough to talk. "Well" dad started with his voice choking up again. " I had been up awhile talking to her she seemed to be getting worse health wise. She said she needed to use the restroom. As she got out of bed she said she felt faint, she still walked to the bathroom and then…" he said letting his voice trail off like he was deep in thought and started to cry. "Then what?" I asked not wanting to know but felt I needed to know. "Well then she got really wide-eyed and screamed as she was clutching her stomach and then she passed out right near the bathroom," he finished sobbing again.He then calmed down enough to speak again. "Then I ran over to her and I thought she was trying to say something like she was mumbling but I couldn't make it out and then her breathing got shallower and shallower and then that is about when you and Eliza came running in," he finished.

The emergency crew never called us so we assumed it was good. The doctors were going to give us a report later in the day when we were a little calmer. I then told dad that I was going to go back to bed for a while cause I couldn't stay awake anymore. I slowly walked to my room as I cried softly. I got into bed and cried myself to sleep. As I went to sleep I was even more afraid for mom. I had woken up a few hours later and I walked outside to an awful morning. It was like the weather had known about what happened only hours ago and it started to rain hard and thunder and lightning. "Debbie come on we are going to see mom now," dad said a little better now and we all piled into the car. We were riding along the freeway when I saw something out to the left of us.

"Dad what is that?" I asked pointing out to the left. It was like something was hanging from the sky. "Oh dear I think it might be a tornado," was all he said as he floored it trying ever so desperately to get to the hospital faster. We weren't moving at all as it came closer and closer. It got darker out as the clouds moved faster and faster towards us. I was shaking as they came close, it bounced the car up and down several times before it completely engulfed us and we were lifted off the ground. I woke up in a sweat I felt the sweat rolling down the sides of my face dropping to my arms. It has only been 1 hr. since I went to sleep. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom I peeked into the living room to find that dad had finally fell asleep as well. I also looked into Eliza's room to see her sleeping soundly. I went to the counter to wipe the sweat away from my face. I looked into the mirror as I wiped the sweat and I realized that I had been crying in my sleep as well. My eyes were all puffy and red as well as my nose. I have been so scared that something terrible might happen to mom. After I wiped away the sweat I crawled back into bed and it seemed like forever that I was going to go back to sleep. I finally felt myself drift into a deep deep sleep again.

This time we were traveling home from a grocery store. I was looking at all the cars going by us and just then I saw a big truck coming right at us. I felt mom try to swerve the car but it was to late it hit us head on. I got out of the car unhurt, and then as I rounded the corner I saw the most horrific thing in the entire world. Mom had been thrown out of the car through the windshield and was now lying on the pavement. She was cut up in all places with broken bones and bruises all over her body and worst of all she was dead. "Mom! Mom! Be ok! Wake up please!" I screamed over and over again but she didn't hear me no one heard me. I was the only one around for miles and I couldn't call anyone either. I just sat there and threw myself over mom's lifeless body and sobbed as hard as I could.

I woke up hard really hard I jumped up. This time I got out of bed and sat in the corner and cried I was so sure she was going to die. I can't understand any of this so I just hid myself and cried again and again. I had been sweaty once again but I ignored that. It had been only an hour and a half since my first dream and that was nothing compared to this last one. Later in the morning when Eliza and dad were up we ate some breakfast and took the one-hour trip to the hospital. On the way there I cried to myself cause I didn't know what to expect with the sudden sickness from mom. "Dad is mommy going to be ok?" Eliza asked sounding scared. "Yes Eliza, mom will be just fine," dad said trying to be encouraging. Though I knew he wasn't so sure. We made it to the hospital two hours later cause the traffic was crazy for miles. We parked way in the back and we slowly walked up to the front desk. "We are here for Marianne Thornberry," dad said. "Ah yes, I will have a doctor out for you in a little bit," the nurse said. We took our seats then just waited. Eliza went and played in the children's section and I just watched the television news and looked through magazines. I really tried to take my mind off of what the doctor was going to say. I mean it can't be that serious they never called us by the way. At one hour later the doctor came into the waiting room. "Nigel Thornberry?" the doctor asked as he came into the crowded ER.

We followed him to another room. "Hello I'm Dr. Guy Carson," he began. I have been keeping watch on Marianne since she arrived around 1 this morning," he said. "Yes so how is she?" dad said. "Well," he began. " We had a couple scares with her condition, she almost didn't make it. A few times she had actually stopped breathing and we had to put her on a venerator machine. We couldn't get her to wake up at all. With the listed symptoms we are so very surprised that she even lasted this long," he said. Dad started to cry again. " I knew I should have brought her in days ago when she started getting sick. We thought maybe it was just the flu but when she passed out this morning…" dad couldn't finish his sentence and he began to cry again. Eliza just hugged him tightly as the doctor continued. " We have her in the ICU right now and that is probably where she is going to stay for a while until we can get her under control," he finished. I didn't understand any of this but I knew it wasn't good. " Right now she has a 30 chance of survival as you know that could go up or down. I know the odds aren't good but you never know she could make it. We have had people that have had odds lower then that before and survive and even make a full recovery," he said trying to sound encouraging. " So what is it that she's got?" dad asked with his voice still trembling. " Well with all of the symptoms she has… Bacterial Meningitis," he finished.

TBC… Well that is it for now. I hope you guys like it I had fun writing these. Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter. I need some ideas for the next chapter as well. Well until next time bye…