A/N I didn't get hardly any for chapter 7 but, anyhow the end is here! I'm not completely sure all the information for this chapter is 100% accurate.. I worked it to go with the story… ~*~ memory
When it Rains it Pours
Chapter 8: And Suffer the Little Children
(2 weeks later)
For the most part Hank stayed to himself. He was still taking radiation and experienced all the symptoms that went with it. Hank, however did not believe it was working.
"Hank? We have a call." said Val at the station, as she slightly shoved Hank awake.
"Alright." Hank replied as he walked his way over to the ambulance. But, suddenly Hank couldn't breathe, he felt himself collapse to the floor.
"Hank!" he heard Val yell, and then it all went blank.
* * *
"Do you think he's alright?" Val asked an half an hour later, to Tyler in the hospital.
"Of course." lied Tyler. The truth was he had seen Hank in the ambulance, it was very hard for Hank to breathe even with the mask on. Tyler was worried.
"Dr. Beecham!" Jamie called, when he saw Hank's father.
"How's Hank?" Tyler asked.
"The tumor has grown dangerously close to Hank's lung." the father replied, then seeming much older then his years. This couldn't be happening , David thought. Not to my son. I can't lose him. "They're going to operate, and try to remove the tumor."
Tyler's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the surgery would be hazardous , that Hank might not live through it.
"What if they don't do the surgery?" asked Val. "If they just stuck with radiation? Or chemo?"
"Then he will most likely die." David stated, almost breaking down.
"Can we see him?" asked Jamie, after minutes of silence, as Caitie stood next to him.
"Yes." David said, knowing he could pull some strings. Jamie felt déjà vu as he walked into Hank's hospital room. Had it only been six years since he had been in almost the same position Hank was in now? He lived through it he reminded himself, Hank would too.
"Hey." Hank mumbled as he took off the breathing mask. "What is this a vigil?" he joked.
~*~
The eleven year old, laid helplessly in the hospital bed .
"Your best -only- chance is a bone marrow transplant." the doctor replied solemnly.
"So, let's do it." Jamie said, not really understanding what he had just been told.
"It's not that simple, we need to find a match first." the doctor continued. "We'll start by testing your family, hopefully we won't have to go any further."
But, they had. His parents, nor his brother were matches. So, Jamie was then put on a list, and was sent home. To wait. Either for a match from a donor that would save his life.
Or to die.
He had almost reached that point when a donor had been found. It was the single most wonderful day in Jamie's life.
*~*
"Jamie?" he heard Caitie call. "Wake up, Hank's doctor is back." It had been hours since they had visited Hank in his room. Now, he was in surgery and they were waiting on word.
"Are you all with Hank Beecham?" the doctor stated.
"Yes." David Beecham replied. "How is my son?"
"The surgery was successful." the doctor replied, smiling. "It looks like we got all of the tumor, but he'll have a bit more radiation later just to make sure."
Dr. Beecham, breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going to be ok.
* * *
A/N Well that's it. I hoped you liked it.
When it Rains it Pours
Chapter 8: And Suffer the Little Children
(2 weeks later)
For the most part Hank stayed to himself. He was still taking radiation and experienced all the symptoms that went with it. Hank, however did not believe it was working.
"Hank? We have a call." said Val at the station, as she slightly shoved Hank awake.
"Alright." Hank replied as he walked his way over to the ambulance. But, suddenly Hank couldn't breathe, he felt himself collapse to the floor.
"Hank!" he heard Val yell, and then it all went blank.
* * *
"Do you think he's alright?" Val asked an half an hour later, to Tyler in the hospital.
"Of course." lied Tyler. The truth was he had seen Hank in the ambulance, it was very hard for Hank to breathe even with the mask on. Tyler was worried.
"Dr. Beecham!" Jamie called, when he saw Hank's father.
"How's Hank?" Tyler asked.
"The tumor has grown dangerously close to Hank's lung." the father replied, then seeming much older then his years. This couldn't be happening , David thought. Not to my son. I can't lose him. "They're going to operate, and try to remove the tumor."
Tyler's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the surgery would be hazardous , that Hank might not live through it.
"What if they don't do the surgery?" asked Val. "If they just stuck with radiation? Or chemo?"
"Then he will most likely die." David stated, almost breaking down.
"Can we see him?" asked Jamie, after minutes of silence, as Caitie stood next to him.
"Yes." David said, knowing he could pull some strings. Jamie felt déjà vu as he walked into Hank's hospital room. Had it only been six years since he had been in almost the same position Hank was in now? He lived through it he reminded himself, Hank would too.
"Hey." Hank mumbled as he took off the breathing mask. "What is this a vigil?" he joked.
~*~
The eleven year old, laid helplessly in the hospital bed .
"Your best -only- chance is a bone marrow transplant." the doctor replied solemnly.
"So, let's do it." Jamie said, not really understanding what he had just been told.
"It's not that simple, we need to find a match first." the doctor continued. "We'll start by testing your family, hopefully we won't have to go any further."
But, they had. His parents, nor his brother were matches. So, Jamie was then put on a list, and was sent home. To wait. Either for a match from a donor that would save his life.
Or to die.
He had almost reached that point when a donor had been found. It was the single most wonderful day in Jamie's life.
*~*
"Jamie?" he heard Caitie call. "Wake up, Hank's doctor is back." It had been hours since they had visited Hank in his room. Now, he was in surgery and they were waiting on word.
"Are you all with Hank Beecham?" the doctor stated.
"Yes." David Beecham replied. "How is my son?"
"The surgery was successful." the doctor replied, smiling. "It looks like we got all of the tumor, but he'll have a bit more radiation later just to make sure."
Dr. Beecham, breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going to be ok.
* * *
A/N Well that's it. I hoped you liked it.