I think its weird how I'm the one who is making these bad things happen, and yet I get so sad to the point of crying while I'm typing it and making it up!
I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney studios not me.
Chapter 14: A Lot
Giselle opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings again. Then she remembered where she was. She couldn't really move, she was too stiff. Her face hurt, her side hurt, her leg hurt, everything hurt. Then she saw him. Robert was sitting in the chair right beside her bed, reading a newspaper. She smiled a bit, but it hurt.
Robert looked over at Giselle and saw she was awake, "Well good morning Sleeping Beauty."
Giselle surely didn't feel like a beauty right now. She tried to carefully sit up, it hurt too much so she just lay back down very slowly.
"I bet those bruises are killing you," Robert said.
Giselle gave the tiniest nod possible and shut her eyes tight in pain. Robert felt so bad for her, she was all the way on the other side of the bed facing toward him. He climbed on the bed and lay next to her, carefully letting his bad arm hang off the side of the bed. He combed his fingers through her hair slowly.
Robert took a deep breath before starting slowly, "Giselle, this may be hard for you, but your sick."
Giselle was deeply confused and moved her lips to talk, but cried out in pain. A tear fell down her cheek. Robert brushed it off with his finger and continued to stroke her hair. Giselle wanted to bury herself in his arms and let him hold her, but she couldn't. She couldn't even talk! She cried harder, which hurt. Everything was a world of pain, she couldn't escape it. Robert couldn't stand to see her like this, it was terrible. The more pain there was the more she cried, and the harder she cried the more it hurt, therefore causing her to cry violently which was extremely painful.
Robert held her head in his hand carefully. Her eyes were shut tight but she was crying so hard and in so much pain that she whispered, "Robert, make it stop, make it stop."
Robert could do nothing in his own power, but maybe a doctor could do something to help her. Just then Dr. Hund, the same girl doctor that had talked to him last night came in, she seemed to be the head doctor in Giselle's section. Robert was already sitting upright on the edge of the bed when she had walked in.
"Oh goodness, just woke up have?" she asked.
"Yeah, is there anything you can do to stop this?" Robert asked frantically.
"Normally we could hook her up to some drugs, but not in her situation," Dr. Hund said, referring to the cancerous tumor.
"I started to tell her about it but she tried to say something and then she started crying, harder and harder and harder until she got this way," Robert said as Giselle cried so hard she looked like she should be screaming.
"You have to do something! You can't just leave her like this!" Robert said loudly.
"We can't do anything till the tumor is gone," Dr. Hund said calmly.
"Then get rid of it!" Robert shouted as Giselle started to scream. She felt like her whole body was on fire. Robert was starting to feel sick to his stomach. He had leapt to his feet minutes ago.
Dr. Hund walked around to the side of Giselle's bed. The heart monitor was beeping quickly as Giselle's heart beat faster. Her screams rang in his ears as his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Out cold.
"Mr. Phillip?" Dr. Hund said as she heard him hit the floor and turned from Giselle to see him on the floor, good thing he didn't on his bad arm. She went out into the hall and came back with a pitcher of ice. She put some on Robert's neck and wrapped some into a cool wet rag that she put on Giselle'' head.
The rag felt good, but the rest of her still made her scream. Dr. Hund put another rag with ice in it on her shoulder, along her left side, and on her left leg. By the time she was done, Giselle's entire left side was covered with cold rags with ice in them.
Robert woke from the coldness of the ice cubes going down his shirt and jumped to his feet shaking the out.
Giselle's screams subsided and she was crying softly again. She still hadn't opened her eyes, afraid that would hurt too.
"Giselle, you don't have to say anything, I just want you to listen," Dr. Hund said softly to Giselle, "When we were running tests on you last, we found a cancerous tumor in your breast. It is very very small, and is not of any threat to you yet, but if we don't get rid of it now, it will be. Since it is at such an early stage we've decided chemo therapy probably wouldn't be best, so we are just going to do a tiny surgery, and take it out. You'll be fine."
Giselle opened her eyes and looked at Robert in fear. Why was this happening to her? She had heard of breast cancer before, but never even thought of ever getting it. She had heard people that died from it, hopefully what Dr. Hund said was true, and if they got rid of it now it wouldn't affect her.
"Mr. Phillip, whenever you give us the go we'll knock her out and do the surgery, it should probably only take about 15 minutes," she said.
Robert thought about it and nodded. He walked over to Giselle's side and took her hand gingerly. "I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise." He stood back up and kissed Giselle's hand before slowly lying it back down.
"Alright, go ahead," Robert said as Giselle closed her eyes tightly in fear. Dr. Hund paged all the doctor's and nurses she would need and they wheeled Giselle down to the OR. Robert sat in the waiting room.
Giselle kept her eyes closed as they put the mask on her face and gave her the amnesia that instantly put her to sleep. Robert had his head in his left hand, his eyes closed.
His mind kept replaying Giselle screaming and crying out in violent pain. He could only imagine what it must have been like feeling that. Time ticked by slowly, second by second. He knew with something as simple as this nothing would probably go wrong, but he couldn't help but feel worry in the pit of his stomach.
Finally one of the doctors under Dr. Hund came out to tell him that they had gotten the tumor out just fine and that they were just sewing her up. He asked when she would wake up and the doctor said in about 10 more minutes.
A minute or two after that doctor disappeared, Dr. Hund and another doctor wheeled Giselle back down to her room. Robert couldn't help but think that that was so simple and short that it probably was stupid that he had ever worried. The cancer was there and now it was gone. He followed them through the door and they began to hook her back up to the heart monitor and everything. All the other doctors left and just Dr. Hund was standing there, putting the rags back on Giselle.
"I told you it was nothing to worry over," Dr. Hund said as she put the rag on Giselle's leg.
"I know," Robert said, sighing and sitting down in the chair by Giselle's bed. "It's just that, she's my entire world. Without her, it would fall apart."
Dr. Hund nodded, "You've been through a lot, haven't you?"
"If raising a daughter from a baby because your wife left you can be considered 'a lot' then yes. If breaking my arm is 'a lot' then yes. If my fiancé almost dying get hit by a car is 'a lot' then yes. If finding out she has breast cancer and had to get it removed is 'a lot' then yes. So yes, I guess I have been through 'a lot'," Robert sighed. He had a head ache from all this thinking. Robert started to think about Morgan. Last night he had told her that he was going back to the hospital and that he would back home today sometime, and that he was going to lock the door and she wasn't supposed to unlock it no matter what.
"You need a break from life," Dr. Hund said.
"That's the problem, life isn't one of those things you can step away from for awhile and then come back to and expect everything to be the same," Robert sighed.
Sorry if the surgery part was boring, but it's not like I was going to make her die! Geez, what kinda person would I be then? A MURDERER! And my friends already threaten to kill Amy Adams with their own bare hands enough as it is.(I sing A LOT)