Jamie was mad, even though she didn't show it. They wouldn't let her
go home! "Please, wait a couple days Mrs. Carter!" pleaded the nurse. Jamie
wanted to be home for her 19th birthday, and her death. She knew she was
going to die, even though the doctors said there was some chance. The
chance was all Landon lived on, so she said nothing.
She suddenly had pains, like she was going into labor again. "Jesus!" screamed the nurse, "Run her to the birth room!" The birth room? Why was she going there again? She was too tired to ask, but she wanted to know so she forced the words out of her mouth. "What are you doing?"
"There apparently was a child hidden where the ultrasound couldn't see it." Now Jamie was glad they refused to let her go home. What if this had happened at home? Landon heard the news, but they made him stay in the waiting room. He paced back in forth until he thought he might vomit from nervousness. He went up to the secretary, a short, brown haired woman with a shirt that looked like someone had spilled a couple of different colored paint cans down it. "Is Jamie Carter out of the delivery room?"
"Sir, you just asked three minutes ago! Please sit down, I will tell you when she's out," she was getting impatient with him. Landon sat down, but immediately stood up again and began to pace once more. "Sir, please!" called out one of the fathers, clutching his stomach, "You're making me sick!"
"Sorry," muttered Landon, forcing himself to be still. "
"Sir, you're required at the birthing room, Mrs. Carter is going to have the child." Landon jumped up instantly and ran to the room.
"Landon," said Jamie weakly as he came in. "I didn't know there was two."
"Nobody did," Landon said calmingly. "It will be okay." Jamie shook her head, knowing she wouldn't make it. She thought there was a glimmer of hope before, but now that she had to give birth again, she would be too tired. Landon still seemed to believe. "I wish, that I had written more letters, and addressed it to two of them." She pointed to the letters that she had just written to Faith. "Please, write to, uh, whatever you decide to name him or her. All I require is that they are loved."
"Jamie," he choked, "You talk like you're dying." Jamie gave him a sad smile and slowly it was starting to sink in. He sank down into a chair.
"Jamie, please pay attention! Jamie, try to push! I know you're tired, but you have to try!" She tried furiously, but to no prevail. She started to cry in despair.
"It's okay Jamie, we can help, don't worry," soothed the doctor. Jamie's eyelids fluttered. "Jamie?" cried out Landon, "Jamie, don't leave me! Don't! Don't you want to watch them grow? Jamie!" But it was no use, his words fell upon deaf ears. But Jamie was trying to stay awake, to stay breathing, but she had to think about breathing now.
"BREATHE!" she commanded her lungs, " PUSH AND BREATHE! BREATHE! PUSH! BREATHE! BREATHE!" he head screamed at the rest of her body. Her body didn't seem to want to though, but she kept trying to fight. "BREATHE!"
She suddenly had pains, like she was going into labor again. "Jesus!" screamed the nurse, "Run her to the birth room!" The birth room? Why was she going there again? She was too tired to ask, but she wanted to know so she forced the words out of her mouth. "What are you doing?"
"There apparently was a child hidden where the ultrasound couldn't see it." Now Jamie was glad they refused to let her go home. What if this had happened at home? Landon heard the news, but they made him stay in the waiting room. He paced back in forth until he thought he might vomit from nervousness. He went up to the secretary, a short, brown haired woman with a shirt that looked like someone had spilled a couple of different colored paint cans down it. "Is Jamie Carter out of the delivery room?"
"Sir, you just asked three minutes ago! Please sit down, I will tell you when she's out," she was getting impatient with him. Landon sat down, but immediately stood up again and began to pace once more. "Sir, please!" called out one of the fathers, clutching his stomach, "You're making me sick!"
"Sorry," muttered Landon, forcing himself to be still. "
"Sir, you're required at the birthing room, Mrs. Carter is going to have the child." Landon jumped up instantly and ran to the room.
"Landon," said Jamie weakly as he came in. "I didn't know there was two."
"Nobody did," Landon said calmingly. "It will be okay." Jamie shook her head, knowing she wouldn't make it. She thought there was a glimmer of hope before, but now that she had to give birth again, she would be too tired. Landon still seemed to believe. "I wish, that I had written more letters, and addressed it to two of them." She pointed to the letters that she had just written to Faith. "Please, write to, uh, whatever you decide to name him or her. All I require is that they are loved."
"Jamie," he choked, "You talk like you're dying." Jamie gave him a sad smile and slowly it was starting to sink in. He sank down into a chair.
"Jamie, please pay attention! Jamie, try to push! I know you're tired, but you have to try!" She tried furiously, but to no prevail. She started to cry in despair.
"It's okay Jamie, we can help, don't worry," soothed the doctor. Jamie's eyelids fluttered. "Jamie?" cried out Landon, "Jamie, don't leave me! Don't! Don't you want to watch them grow? Jamie!" But it was no use, his words fell upon deaf ears. But Jamie was trying to stay awake, to stay breathing, but she had to think about breathing now.
"BREATHE!" she commanded her lungs, " PUSH AND BREATHE! BREATHE! PUSH! BREATHE! BREATHE!" he head screamed at the rest of her body. Her body didn't seem to want to though, but she kept trying to fight. "BREATHE!"