~~Thank you to all of you who review and prayed for the girl. I was just
informed this morning that last night my very good friend Megan's father
died. He was in the hospital over the weekend (I was not aware of that
until today because we had been on spring break and she was at her mother's
house). He died from liver problems caused by drinking. Yesterday was not
a very good day for myself, my friends, or my school. Please do not start
drinking heavily; drinking causes so many people their lives. I also lost
my grandfather to alcohol caused liver problems.
~~This chapter is dedicated to Megan's father.
~~The poem used in this chapter is William Wordsworth's I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud. It is one of my favorite poems and I wanted to add it to this chapter.
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Fear of Being Alone
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After what seemed like years but was only 20 or 30 minutes, Carter heard a voice shaking him from his thoughts.
"John?"
Carter looked up at Kerry and immediately stood up. "How is she? Is so going to be all right? Is she going to make it?"
"Yes. We gave her charcoal and had to intubate her but she should pull through."
Carter sighed loudly and then whispered, "Thank you God."
"How are you holding up?"
"Ok now, I suppose. Can I see her?"
"Sure," Kerry said, watching him walk carefully to the door and gently push it open. It didn't take a genius to tell how much he loved Abby. She hoped that they would both pull through this.
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Carter sat down in a chair next to the gurney.
The beeping and buzzing of the monitors and ventilator seemed deafening in the small room.
He gently picked up Abby's small hand in his. When he touched her, he heard one of the beeping noises getting slightly quicker.
She knew he was there with her.
"Abby I love you. I wanted to read you a poem
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodil; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed and gazed but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Abby think about daffodils. Think about everything fun you have ever done. You don't want to let that all go, do you? Think about girl's night with Deb and Susan. And remember, you still get to take me bowling, 'like your people'. Abby I love you. Never doubt that, never."
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly.
"I love you."
He thought he felt her hand tighten around his.
~~This chapter is dedicated to Megan's father.
~~The poem used in this chapter is William Wordsworth's I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud. It is one of my favorite poems and I wanted to add it to this chapter.
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Fear of Being Alone
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After what seemed like years but was only 20 or 30 minutes, Carter heard a voice shaking him from his thoughts.
"John?"
Carter looked up at Kerry and immediately stood up. "How is she? Is so going to be all right? Is she going to make it?"
"Yes. We gave her charcoal and had to intubate her but she should pull through."
Carter sighed loudly and then whispered, "Thank you God."
"How are you holding up?"
"Ok now, I suppose. Can I see her?"
"Sure," Kerry said, watching him walk carefully to the door and gently push it open. It didn't take a genius to tell how much he loved Abby. She hoped that they would both pull through this.
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Carter sat down in a chair next to the gurney.
The beeping and buzzing of the monitors and ventilator seemed deafening in the small room.
He gently picked up Abby's small hand in his. When he touched her, he heard one of the beeping noises getting slightly quicker.
She knew he was there with her.
"Abby I love you. I wanted to read you a poem
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodil; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed and gazed but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Abby think about daffodils. Think about everything fun you have ever done. You don't want to let that all go, do you? Think about girl's night with Deb and Susan. And remember, you still get to take me bowling, 'like your people'. Abby I love you. Never doubt that, never."
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly.
"I love you."
He thought he felt her hand tighten around his.