Sam's deep sobs slowly began to subside and he made himself face the
reality of his daughter lying in a hospital bed on the verge of death.
"Oh God, Kay, how could this happen to you? I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Sam whispered in agony.
Staring at his baby girl Sam thought back on the past two years and how he had treated his daughter. He had totally ignored her. He was so busy dealing with Ivy and the truth of Ethan's paternity that he had forgotten that Kay wasn't as strong as everyone thought she was. Sam knew that his daughter was vulnerable and sensitive but hid it well. All of her childhood he had been the only one to see the shell. He had always known when she was sad or afraid, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Honestly, he had know the past couple of years that she was sad and afraid almost constantly but he chose to ignore and rationalize that Kay could take care of herself, even though, deep down he knew she couldn't.
He knew that she was in love with Miguel. He saw the pain in her eyes every time he talked about Charity. He also knew about her resentment of Charity and he could see why she felt that way. Sometimes he wanted to scream at his wife to pay attention to their eldest daughter. He wanted to yell at her for ignoring Kay, taking everything away from her, giving it to Charity, and not even showing Kay the slightest shred of attention. It drove him crazy to know that his wife didn't even know who Kay was. He had ignored Kay but at least he had taken the time to see who she was and what hurt her.
He felt incredibly guilty. He couldn't help but think that this whole thing was his fault. He had seen the pain in Kay's eyes at breakfast that morning but once again had chose to ignore it. He knew that if he had stopped her and talked to her she might not have been out there on the icy roads, too busy in her pain, to see the truck that nearly killed her. If Kay died he would blame himself forever. He could have helped her, instead, he ignored her. He hated himself. Kneeling to the floor he prayed.
"Dear Lord, Take me. Take me in place of my daughter. I'm so sorry for all the things I've done to her in the past two years. Please God, let her know that. Let her know that I love her and will never ignore her again. Please, if someone must die, take me, please God take me." Sam ended his prayer tearfully.
Sam laid his head on his and Kay's intertwined hands and wished to see her beautiful eyes open. Suddenly, Sam thought he felt a tug on his hand and snapped his head up.
"Mika, baby, can you hear me?" Sam begged the still girl in the bed; calling her by the nickname he hadn't called her since she was five. But she remained still, with the beeps around her continuing on consistently.
He tried to rationalize the feel of the pressure on his hand as a figment of his imagination or even a muscle spasm but he couldn't help but want to believe that his Mika had heard him. With his head he knew that she couldn't have. She was obviously still unconscious. With his heart he longed to be right. She had heard him. She was going to be all right. If only his head would listen to his heart.
Ivy Winthrop (recently divorced from Julian) walked down the hospital corridor after a check-up with her doctor. It was her last one after her fall off the beacon tower. Miraculously, she had been okay except for a severe concussion and a bad burn on her side where the lightning has struck her. She'd had two skin graft surgeries (I think that's what they're called) to repair the burn and her doctor had just reported that there would be no scar left behind. So Ivy was happily striding down the hall when she thought she heard Sam's voice. Stopping outside a room, she glanced in the window and saw Sam sitting next to a hospital bed. She couldn't tell who was in the bed because their face was covered in bandages but she thought it might be Sam's oldest daughter, Kay, because of the long dark hair that spilled over the pillow. Ivy could feel Sam's pain permeating through the door and she slowly pushed the door open. Sam did a major pivot in his chair and stared at her.
"Ivy..."
"Oh God, Kay, how could this happen to you? I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Sam whispered in agony.
Staring at his baby girl Sam thought back on the past two years and how he had treated his daughter. He had totally ignored her. He was so busy dealing with Ivy and the truth of Ethan's paternity that he had forgotten that Kay wasn't as strong as everyone thought she was. Sam knew that his daughter was vulnerable and sensitive but hid it well. All of her childhood he had been the only one to see the shell. He had always known when she was sad or afraid, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Honestly, he had know the past couple of years that she was sad and afraid almost constantly but he chose to ignore and rationalize that Kay could take care of herself, even though, deep down he knew she couldn't.
He knew that she was in love with Miguel. He saw the pain in her eyes every time he talked about Charity. He also knew about her resentment of Charity and he could see why she felt that way. Sometimes he wanted to scream at his wife to pay attention to their eldest daughter. He wanted to yell at her for ignoring Kay, taking everything away from her, giving it to Charity, and not even showing Kay the slightest shred of attention. It drove him crazy to know that his wife didn't even know who Kay was. He had ignored Kay but at least he had taken the time to see who she was and what hurt her.
He felt incredibly guilty. He couldn't help but think that this whole thing was his fault. He had seen the pain in Kay's eyes at breakfast that morning but once again had chose to ignore it. He knew that if he had stopped her and talked to her she might not have been out there on the icy roads, too busy in her pain, to see the truck that nearly killed her. If Kay died he would blame himself forever. He could have helped her, instead, he ignored her. He hated himself. Kneeling to the floor he prayed.
"Dear Lord, Take me. Take me in place of my daughter. I'm so sorry for all the things I've done to her in the past two years. Please God, let her know that. Let her know that I love her and will never ignore her again. Please, if someone must die, take me, please God take me." Sam ended his prayer tearfully.
Sam laid his head on his and Kay's intertwined hands and wished to see her beautiful eyes open. Suddenly, Sam thought he felt a tug on his hand and snapped his head up.
"Mika, baby, can you hear me?" Sam begged the still girl in the bed; calling her by the nickname he hadn't called her since she was five. But she remained still, with the beeps around her continuing on consistently.
He tried to rationalize the feel of the pressure on his hand as a figment of his imagination or even a muscle spasm but he couldn't help but want to believe that his Mika had heard him. With his head he knew that she couldn't have. She was obviously still unconscious. With his heart he longed to be right. She had heard him. She was going to be all right. If only his head would listen to his heart.
Ivy Winthrop (recently divorced from Julian) walked down the hospital corridor after a check-up with her doctor. It was her last one after her fall off the beacon tower. Miraculously, she had been okay except for a severe concussion and a bad burn on her side where the lightning has struck her. She'd had two skin graft surgeries (I think that's what they're called) to repair the burn and her doctor had just reported that there would be no scar left behind. So Ivy was happily striding down the hall when she thought she heard Sam's voice. Stopping outside a room, she glanced in the window and saw Sam sitting next to a hospital bed. She couldn't tell who was in the bed because their face was covered in bandages but she thought it might be Sam's oldest daughter, Kay, because of the long dark hair that spilled over the pillow. Ivy could feel Sam's pain permeating through the door and she slowly pushed the door open. Sam did a major pivot in his chair and stared at her.
"Ivy..."