Bosco stormed into Angel of Mercy hospital. He was infuriated with
the hospital, more towards the doctors than anyone else. He couldn't
believe they had just informed him that a mere 60 hours after her second
surgery Raeanne's new liver was failing. Again. He cursed at the electronic
door when it didn't move fast enough and hissed a stream of obscenities at
a nurse who told him that he'd have to wait. He didn't have time to wait,
his fiance was in her third near-death experience in a month. Did they just
expect him to wait in the lobby and smile cheerfully?
Bosco was a few rooms away from Raeanne's when he saw Dr. Nichols and Dr. McGinnis pile out of her room. They saw the fumes.
"Oh, good. You're here," Dr. McGinnis smiled brightly.
"Where is she?" Bosco raged.
"Mr. Boscorelli, please, before you go in we have to tell you something," Dr. Nichols pleaded, holding his hands out to stop Bosco.
"I don't have a lot of time, make it quick," Bosco snapped, halting.
"Mr. Boscorelli, we need to tell you about Raeanne's condition," Dr. McGinnis laughed nervously. He fiddled with the clipboard in his pudgy hands. "You see, Mr. Boscorelli, with Raeanne's condition, we can't perform another surgery. The Hepatitis has already taken over much of her body, and without a liver she will most certainly die."
"So give her a new liver!" Bosco cried. "Jesus, how dense can you people be?"
"Mr. Boscorelli, I kindly ask you to calm down and listen. It's not as easy as just giving her a liver. She's in very frail condition. We originally thought this liver would be the only one she needed, but we've found out otherwise. Thankfully, the Hepatitis hasn't done too much damage. We caught this round before it damaged this liver too much. But, I assure you, if it keeps going in the path it's going, she will die," Dr. Nichols scolded sternly.
"So give her a new one," Bosco slowly repeated.
"Sir, I think what my colleague is trying to tell you is that we can't give Raeanne surgery. She's too weak to survive surgery and another liver replacement," Dr. McGinnis stated. Bosco gazed into the eyes of the men who held Raeanne's life in their hands. They were both staring at the floor, obviously distressed with the whole mess. He felt his own eyes drift to the floor, the unmanageable news weighing heavy on his heart. An uncomfortable, almost suffocating, silence began to spread itself over the hallway.
"How long does she have to live?" Bosco's voice cracked slightly. He tried to swallow the large lump in his throat that had mysteriously taken form.
"Anywhere from a week to a few months," Dr. Nichols nodded sadly. Bosco started to nod too. "If her condition, her state of being, improves any over the next few weeks, then we can attempt another transplant. But, that's only if she improves."
"So you're saying she could go either way,"
"In more or less terms, yes," Dr. Nichols agreed.
"Does she know?" Bosco stared the doctor in the eye. He watched the doctor's head shake from side to side.
"We wanted to ask you if you wanted to tell. Most of the time the patients will take it easier from a loved one,"
"Can I see her?"
"Of course," Dr. Nichols opened the door and let Bosco slip in before shutting it again. He watched as Raeanne slept in her bed, methodically breathing in and out. Bosco cautiously approached her bed. He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumbs over it. She didn't stir. Bosco let his eyes travel her body. He had just seen her a few hours before, but she was notably paler. Bosco pulled the all too familiar plastic chair up from the corner and grabbed a few blankets from the cabinet on the other side of the room. He positioned himself into his usual, uncomfortable position. He covered himself up with the thin blankets. Then he took Raeanne's hand in his and kissed it. He smiled to himself.
"Your doctors don't know how strong you are, baby," he cooed to no one in particular. "But I do."
Bosco was a few rooms away from Raeanne's when he saw Dr. Nichols and Dr. McGinnis pile out of her room. They saw the fumes.
"Oh, good. You're here," Dr. McGinnis smiled brightly.
"Where is she?" Bosco raged.
"Mr. Boscorelli, please, before you go in we have to tell you something," Dr. Nichols pleaded, holding his hands out to stop Bosco.
"I don't have a lot of time, make it quick," Bosco snapped, halting.
"Mr. Boscorelli, we need to tell you about Raeanne's condition," Dr. McGinnis laughed nervously. He fiddled with the clipboard in his pudgy hands. "You see, Mr. Boscorelli, with Raeanne's condition, we can't perform another surgery. The Hepatitis has already taken over much of her body, and without a liver she will most certainly die."
"So give her a new liver!" Bosco cried. "Jesus, how dense can you people be?"
"Mr. Boscorelli, I kindly ask you to calm down and listen. It's not as easy as just giving her a liver. She's in very frail condition. We originally thought this liver would be the only one she needed, but we've found out otherwise. Thankfully, the Hepatitis hasn't done too much damage. We caught this round before it damaged this liver too much. But, I assure you, if it keeps going in the path it's going, she will die," Dr. Nichols scolded sternly.
"So give her a new one," Bosco slowly repeated.
"Sir, I think what my colleague is trying to tell you is that we can't give Raeanne surgery. She's too weak to survive surgery and another liver replacement," Dr. McGinnis stated. Bosco gazed into the eyes of the men who held Raeanne's life in their hands. They were both staring at the floor, obviously distressed with the whole mess. He felt his own eyes drift to the floor, the unmanageable news weighing heavy on his heart. An uncomfortable, almost suffocating, silence began to spread itself over the hallway.
"How long does she have to live?" Bosco's voice cracked slightly. He tried to swallow the large lump in his throat that had mysteriously taken form.
"Anywhere from a week to a few months," Dr. Nichols nodded sadly. Bosco started to nod too. "If her condition, her state of being, improves any over the next few weeks, then we can attempt another transplant. But, that's only if she improves."
"So you're saying she could go either way,"
"In more or less terms, yes," Dr. Nichols agreed.
"Does she know?" Bosco stared the doctor in the eye. He watched the doctor's head shake from side to side.
"We wanted to ask you if you wanted to tell. Most of the time the patients will take it easier from a loved one,"
"Can I see her?"
"Of course," Dr. Nichols opened the door and let Bosco slip in before shutting it again. He watched as Raeanne slept in her bed, methodically breathing in and out. Bosco cautiously approached her bed. He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumbs over it. She didn't stir. Bosco let his eyes travel her body. He had just seen her a few hours before, but she was notably paler. Bosco pulled the all too familiar plastic chair up from the corner and grabbed a few blankets from the cabinet on the other side of the room. He positioned himself into his usual, uncomfortable position. He covered himself up with the thin blankets. Then he took Raeanne's hand in his and kissed it. He smiled to himself.
"Your doctors don't know how strong you are, baby," he cooed to no one in particular. "But I do."