The Story of My Life

Chapter 35: Stuck

I didn't envision the moment where Marron and my son would be hospitalized for three whole months, I knew they both came from a long way after the delivery but I didn't assume the problem would be that grave to keep us stuck in such a place for three long months. Don't get me wrong, I was worried yet cheering on for their recovery, I just couldn't stand being in the atmosphere of a hospital for very long and three months was pretty long. Twelve weeks.

My mother had called me around eight in the morning, a few hours after my son had just been born and Marron was in a fast sleep. She was calling to tell me she took my advice and rested, I was trying to keep my usual façade but she hinted something was up with my behavior when I wasn't much enthusiastic with her saying she finally slept in who know how much days. She rushed over hear with the family and Goten and Valese, while I was informed Marron's parents were on their way once I told her of the situation.

They'd entered the room silently and I couldn't find myself to muster up the strength to greet them as I just stared with puffy eyes at my sleeping wife.

Goten had been the first to speak saying they saw my car being tolled away, which was the least of my worries and I expected it to have been towed a long time ago. Then everyone noticed my puffy eyes and silence filled the room for the exception of my mother's gasp.

"Trunks…are you okay?" she asked slowly.

"I'm fine mother," I replied slightly irritated, I was the least of their concerns as I was the one who experienced no type of pain today if you didn't count the hard squeezing of my hand by Marron.

Then everyone's eyes went to Marron and they stared at her as though she was a dead corpse.

"She's fine," I answered slowly, not liking their stares, "She just needs a lot of rest," I explained.

"Okay, then where's the bundle of joy?" Valese asked, trying to cheer up the atmosphere.

I was silent for a while and hoped they didn't assume the worst, but as I looked at their expressions (except my father who just kept his smug look) they were assuming the worst.

"He's getting checked out by doctors…in ICU."

"ICU?" Krillin asked, entering the half-opened room while 18 followed behind. Their timing was perfect in my opinion as I didn't want to repeat my story to another batch of visitors.

After explaining everything the room had become completely silent, something I expected but dreaded.

Marron began to stir and I was happy I had something to distract myself from the silence, her eyes slowly fluttered open, our eyes had met, but the contact was broken too quickly as she felt a lot of eyes on her and she turned to see the company.

"Hi everyone," she greeted with the best smile she could give.

All of them except my father walked up to her to give her a hug and complimenting how tough she was, 18 saying that's how she taught her how to be. I could only smile lightly as I watched cautiously on the embraces they exchanged, making sure it was not too tight and if it was I would be like a referee and scold them.

There was a slight knock on the door, taking everyone's attention from Marron to the now closed door.

"Come in," I said once I cleared my throat.

Arai pushed open the door clipboard in hand, she looked up at the company, shocked to see such a large crowd.

"Well I was going to check if Marron was awake to take you two to see your son, but I guess you all would want to see the baby," She told.

Our company went for the door while I helped Marron up, The IV cart connected to her arm, we all followed Arai to the floor above us, to ICU. Only two were allowed to enter the room at a time, so me and Marron entered the room first, we washed our hands thoroughly before passing incubators with sleeping babies with tubes connected to them. I felt out of place, I couldn't stand to be in such a place for long, all these babies were suffering differently, greatly or not so great. I was a healthy baby and had to be thankful my fate wasn't like theirs, but it also seemed unfair that these babies had to suffer from pain at such a young age.

We'd followed Arai instructions and made it to the nameless incubator that held our son. We'd been thinking of names for both genders but none really sparked our interest much and just said the right name would come to us when our child was born, right now I knew I still didn't have a good name for him yet and I believed Marron didn't have one yet either.

He was sleeping peacefully wrapped in the hospital white and blue blanket the hospital gives to newborns. He had a tiny smile on his face and a few tubes were wrapped around his body. He didn't look like he was suffering much which made me smile a bit more, he was doing fine, Arai had just told us he was a bit underweight and was a little sick, but he'll be fine soon. Marron laid her head on my shoulder as we stared at our child for a while. I saw her wipe her silent tears. I gave her shoulder a soft squeeze. We left the room minutes later and gave everyone else a chance to see our new addition to the family.

Throughout the entire three months of our stay at the hospital we had visitors upon visitors showering us with gifts for the baby and sharing their company with us. I hadn't slept well since the day before Marron's water had broken, I was stuck in the hospital worrying about Marron's health and my son as I worked from my laptop on the hospital table. My mother was encouraging me to just come back to the office for a while or go home and rest to get out of the hospital but I couldn't find myself to do so even if I felt myself going slightly insane for being in such a place for a long time.

I shut my laptop, before rubbing my eyes, I looked up at Marron who was still sleeping. I got up and kissed her forehead before heading out the room for a while to see our son. I exited the delivery wing and decided to head to the gift shop first where they sold better snacks that were in the vending machine. I grabbed a red basket before browsing around for treats me and Marron liked, the hospital food was delicious, to my shocking surprise but now I was just in the mood for some snacks. I grabbed some potato chips and some sweets before heading over to the register. I was busy looking at another bin of sweets that I wasn't paying attention to the direction I was going and I felt that I bumped into someone. I immediately caught my reflexes and helped the person I had bumped into up before they fully fell to the ground. I apologized as I helped them stand up straight and picked the items that had dropped from their basket up.

"It was my fault," the person concluded.

I looked up at the person, the voice familiar. My eyes almost widen at who I saw.

"Trunks?" he asked shockingly and I felt him shaking a bit, of fear.

"Sora," I greeted slowly. I hadn't expected to see him, especially after I believed he would've been checked out the hospital a while ago. Me and Marron had visited him repeatedly but he was always asleep when we came.

"Thanks for the flowers," he thanked awkwardly.

"No problem…I thought you had checked out already?" I asked changing the subject, not wanting to deal with such tension.

"I was," his speech seemed to have slowed, "But I was on a waiting list for a new kidney and I finally got a donor so in a few days I'll be getting a new kidney."

I didn't even have to ask why he would need to replace an organ after knowing the drugs he'd been on and how his father abused him it wouldn't be a surprise if all his organs needed to be replaced.

"I know you hate me, but I want to give my gratitude for accepting me into your home even for that little while."

I was reminded of his father's words, though he smiled before me I was stuck thinking if it was a forced one or a genuine one.

"I don't hate you…but that doesn't mean I like you either," I truthfully told. I couldn't go hating someone forever, especially if I managed to do the same thing to Marron, I would be wrong to still hate him.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied with a small smile.

"Well good luck on your operation," I told in the nicest tone I could give him.

His smile got a little wider, "Thanks," he said before pushing his IV cart with him to look for what he was looking for.

I went to buy the snacks and placed them back in the hospital room where we'd been staying for three months before heading to the floor above this one to check on my son. After washing my hands thoroughly, I went over to see him, he was half awake and once I put a finger through one of the tiny holes and he managed to get a hold of it he smiled lightly, knowing he wasn't alone as of now. I made him hold onto my finger till he fell asleep five minutes later, I wished him a goodnight before heading back to the room. Marron was still asleep and I was about to continue working and snack on some of the chips I brought till I heard a soft voice tell me to go to bed. It was Marron, her eyes were barely open but she was slightly awake and she wasn't liking me stay up all night for the past three months and would beg me to sleep when she caught that I wasn't. I nodded my head at her words. Giving her another kiss on her forehead before heading over to the couch on the other side of the room near the bathroom and opened up the bed within the cushions. I yawned and stared up at the ceiling once I finished made the bed, sleep didn't come to me for a good ten minutes.