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Chapter 28
Rearrange the Stars
May 14th, 2021
1am:
"MOMMY! MAMA!"
Chloe and Beca simultaneously sprang out of bed, running out of their room to see the hallway bathroom light on.
Rory was stood over the toilet, blood surrounding her and dripping from her mouth and out of her nose.
Both moved forward, Beca scooping up the girl while Chloe frantically gathered two towels to absorb the blood.
"OW!" Rory screamed, withering in pain in the arms of Beca.
"Let's go, let's go! We need to go!" Beca said, hurrying downstairs with Chloe close on her heels.
"Ma-ma," Rory sobbed out as she was placed in the back seat.
"Drive," Chloe instructed Beca as she climbed into the back and pulled Rory from her car seat, carefully cradling the little girl in her arms.
"Ma-ma," Rory said again, coughing up more blood as her crying became weaker.
"Shh, shh. We're going to get you fixed, baby. Mommies are here," Chloe said, tears falling from her eyes.
Rory's breathing started to come in shallow, shaky spurts, each inhale desperate for air as each exhale met it with small coughed puffs.
"I'll give you everything I have," Chloe sniffled, lightly singing to her daughter in hopes of calming her. "I'll teach you everything I know. I promise, I'll do better."
"Mama," Rory whimpered.
"Shh, it's okay. Breathe, babe. In and out."
Up at the front Beca pressed down on the gas a little more as shaky hands rose up to wipe away tears. She had a gut feeling that this was it. It broke her heart that this is what she was conjuring up in her mind. It killed her to hear her baby crying in the back as Chloe shared her tears and cooed to her in gentle whispers.
"I will rearrange the stars, pull them down to where you are," the brunette ever so quietly sang, trying to slow her racing heart.
Rory continued to cry and beg for help, though neither mother knew how to fix it. Neither of them knew how to tell their little girl that coughing up blood wasn't scary when it really was traumatizing.
When they arrived everything moved in a blur. Rory was being attached to tube and wires, her heart rate spiking and falling as doctors struggled to stabilize it.
The scared four-year-old who screamed for her moms was finally placated when Chloe was placed by her side, Beca being escorted into the hallway to allow the doctors and nurses enough room to work.
So the brunette paced, and then she sat, and then she sobbed.
A few nurses cladded in scrubs passed her, the occasional glance being given to the heart broken woman who clutched her upper arms in a crisscross fashion and bent her forehead against her knees. Thankfully a few tissues were brought to her by one of the male nurses who wasn't busy with a patient. They didn't exchange words however, for Beca was far too deep in her own sorrow to even thank the man.
"Mrs. Beale-Mitchell," A doctor slid out of the room, keeping it open a tad to show the fragile person in the bed.
"Is she going to be okay?" Beca rose to her feet and stumbled slightly, wiping at her cheeks furiously as the doctor gave her a sympathized look.
"I'm not her regular doctor so I can't give you a clear answer. She's stable for now, her heart rate keeps fluctuating but it's in between a healthy level so there isn't too much we can offer to stabilize it. You got lucky, but I think it's time to consider saying goodbye. She's suffering and her body may not hold out until tomorrow."
More tears streamed from Beca's eyes as the doctor carefully rubbed her upper arm and stayed in place until the woman could ask any final questions.
"May I see her?" The brunette croaked out, her hand shaking as she rubbed her eyes.
"Yes. We're sorry you couldn't be in there when she was brought in. The room was tight and it was in her best interest to keep the number of people in there to a minimum. She might be able to pull off some last minute fight but she's tired ma'am, it's her time."
Beca gave a nod of understanding before going into the room and glancing at the sleeping bundle on the bed. She found a seat right beside the machines keeping the fragile person alive, and grasped a cold hand, resting her chin over her arm.
"Baby, I know you're tired. I just want you to know how proud I am of you. There is no one on this planet with as much fight as your own. It's what makes me love you even more than I thought was humanly possible. You've consumed so much of who I am and I can't imagine taking back all these years. Not even the bad parts. You make up the light of my life, sweetheart. I love you so much," the only response was the sound of the heart monitor beeping and the hum of the oxygen machine forcing air through the mask covering the pale skin of the once red head who's eyes were shut with sleep.
Beca drifted off, her hands keeping the hand she held warm. Three hours passed, the woman awakening slightly when a feeling of discomfort fell over her and made her chest tighten. A minute later the line indicating a beating heart went flat. The woman sobbed loudly getting the attention of people inside and outside of the room.
"Chloe!" Was the only thing should could get out before more doctors swarmed the bed.
This was not how it was supposed to go. How did they get here? They were happy. Life was good. No, Beca refused to believe that it could end that fast.
"Rory wake up!" Chloe screamed, jumping up from her seat all the while trying to get to her daughter.
"She's bleeding again," one of the doctors warned.
"You both need to leave," a nurse said to the crying mothers who were grappling to get to their kid.
"No. No. That's my baby," Chloe sobbed, praying for the line to beat with her pulse once again.
"I'm so sorry. Please, step out," the nurse continued to usher the mothers out.
"WE NEED A CRASH CART!"
Movement flooded out of the room as Beca and Chloe were pushed against the back wall of the hallway.
"Ror-y," Beca sobbed, trying to breathe but struggling to even take in one breath of air.
"Charge to 120," a muffled voice said, wiring and beeping coming before a clear was called.
"Charge to 250,"
"Rory, wake up!" Chloe screamed, trying to move past the nurse to no avail.
"Clear!"
"No response."
"Please, please, come back," Beca pleaded, falling to her knees as Chloe soon joined her on the floor, both grabbing the others hands in an attempt to bring back some hope.
"Charge to 360."
…
"Clear."
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