Wow, I feel like it's been forever since I've updated this story! And yet it's probably only been about a week… lol anyway, enjoy and please review!
Chapter 10
Surgery
"She does have the same blood type," the doctor said as he walked into the room where Kyler was being held. Mary followed close behind the doctor, her face looking like she had just seen a ghost.
"So, what's the plan?" Amy asked, her face equally pale as she stroked Kyler hand.
"Well, there's only one fast way that I know of that could possibly save the child," the doctor replied slowly. "It's a bit risky…"
"And what would that be?" Mary asked.
"A blood transplant," he replied. "She would have to get a full transplant; all of her blood at this point has probably been contaminated. And the only blood that her body would accept…"
"Is mine, huh?" Mary said quietly.
She lowered her head.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," the doctor replied. "Are you willing?"
Amy and I looked at Mary with pleading eyes.
"Please, Mary," Amy whispered.
"I…Uh…"
Mary sighed, and she looked up boldly, saying,
"OK. If it'll save her, I'm willing."
Amy let her tears flow as she answered,
"Thank you, Mary."
Without a moment of hesitation, the doctor and his crew moved Kyler into a surgery bed, and did the same to Mary. One of the nurses gave them each a drug to help them fall asleep and stay asleep. Then, they began to wheel them both into the surgery room.
For once in my life, I wanted things to slow down. The day was already dragging to it's feet, but I felt that wasn't enough. Wasn't it only early this morning that Violet awoke me to tell me about Kyler? Wasn't it only mid-morning at this time? We barely had had time to think; which usually I would've been just fine with. Was this the right choice? It had to be, what else could we do? The doctor said this was the only way. I would just have to trust them with Kyler; and Mary. Just like I had had to do with Amy when she gave birth to our three other children.
Amy still held one of Kyler's trembling hands, as she was taken into the room. The doctors ushered her to let go, and Amy did as they said. Amy began to cry even harder, and reached for some sort of support so she wouldn't fall. I gently catched her, and pulled her into my arms. Her legs gave way, but I held her from falling, as we watched Kyler, our baby, go into her surgery; that might not even be a success.
Sorry it was so short again, I just felt that this was a good part to end the chapter. Next chapter's longer, don't worry. Please review!