Disclaimer: This is your standard: "I don't own 7th Heaven, but it would be nice if I did."
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: I can't guarantee that all my medical information is correct since I am not a doctor, but I did use WebMD.com for help. Since I received several reviews asking for more, here is the next chapter:
Chapter 3
(Ruthie's POV)
The last thing I remember before waking up here was that I was in the car with mom, Peter and the twins. My neck hurt and my sides, they hurt when I moved. There was a big uncomfortable brace on my neck so I can't turn my head to the sides. The car must have been hit pretty hard. I don't really remember. I didn't think I passed out, but I also didn't remember the ride to the hospital. I wonder where mom and dad are. Please let everyone else be okay, I thought to myself. Everytime I breathed in my sides felt like they were being stabbed by knives.
"Hey Ruthie," a familiar voice called from the door.
"Hello, Ms. Petrowski," I said, " how is Peter? Is he okay?"
"That's what I came to tell you. He's alive, but..." she trailed off.
"But! But what?" I demanded.
"Well, he injured his spine and-"
I didn't hear the rest of her sentence. Peter injured his spine! What if he's paralyzed? My mind was spinning as tears filled my eyes. Ms. Petrowski came to the side of my bed.
"Don't worry Ruthie," she said, sounding unsure of herself, " he's tough. He'll be okay. I know it."
I was not at all reassured. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that. I closed my eyes as the hot tears streamed down my face. Peter's mother squeezed my hand and left the room. I was not left alone for long though as Simon entered the room. His eyes were very red. I knew there was more bad news coming.
"Hey little sis," he said with a shaky voice.
"Hey Simon," I gulped, " how is everyone else?"
"Mom has a concussion, but she should be okay. I take it you heard about Peter from his mom. David has a broken arm and he's pretty scared, but I think he's okay. And well, Sam, he-he didn't. He's not. He died Ruthie. He's dead," Simon told me breaking down.
I had never seen Simon cry like this. As the full force of the news hit me, I felt sick. Very, very sick. Dead. No not dead. Not my little brother. It can't be true. Simon's just upset. It's got to be a mistake.
(Eric's POV)
I took a deep breath and entered Annie's room. I didn't even bother with a fake smile.
"Oh Eric. Thank God you're here," she said," no one will tell me how the kids are. They keep giving me funny looks. What's going on?"
"Well. Uh Ruthie has whiplash and some broken ribs, but she will be fine. David has a broken arm and he's been crying for you," I broke off, unable to bring myself to the words.
"What about Sam?" she asked grimly.
I took another deep breath and said bluntly," He was killed. Annie, our little boy was killed."
She looked at me in disbelief," You wouldn't dare joke with me, would you?"
"Of course not. I would never kid about this hun," I said, losing my composure. I couldn't help, but cry.
"My little baby boy. Not my little baby boy!" she screamed.
"I know," I said taking her into my arms.
She leaned into me and cried as hard I have ever heard her cry. Then she suddenly pulled back.
"What honey? What is it?" I asked with concern.
"I must go see David. I need to see my little boy," she demanded.
"I don't know if they'll let you. I can go ask. I'll be right back," I said.
(Chandler's POV)
Everyone was so distracted they didn't think of Mary. I did because it's just the sort of things that I think of. I asked Reverend Camden if he would mind if I called her. He was so distracted he just said sure. I know normally he would want to do this sort of thing, but I wouldn't ask him to break away from his family. I didn't know Mary that well, but I knew she would want to know.
I called Mary's phone number. The phone rang about four times and then the answering machine picked up.
"You have reached Mary Camden, but I am not here right now. Chances are I am on a flight, so if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you as soon as I get home. Beep"
"Um. Hi Mary. This is Chandler, the associate pastor at your father's church. You probably already knew that. Call as soon as you get this message. It's very important," I said.
(Peter's POV)
I opened my eyes groggily. There were people all around me. I slowly realized I was in the hospital. I tried to sit up, but found I couldn't move.
"Whoa there young man. You just got out of surgery (that's what Ruthie didn't hear, that Peter was in surgery). You shouldn't be moving around. You were in a car accident and you damaged your spine. We did a surgery to remove small pieces of your spinal discs. They were shattered and we were afraid they might do farther damage to your spine. We also had to drain some fluid to relieve the pressure on your spine. We gave you some corticosteroids to minimize the damage. Now don't be afraid if you can't feel your lower body right now. Your spinal cord is swollen and we won't know anything until the swelling goes down," a doctor explained.
"Will I be paralyzed?" I asked.
"Don't know that until the swelling goes down," the doctor said.
"What are the chances?" I asked.
"Well, there is a chance that you could be paralyzed. But you would only be paraplegic because the injury was to your lower spine," he said.
"And that means?" I asked.
"Oh that means you would likely lose control of your lower body, but only if the damage is that severe. We won't know for a while," he told me.
"How long?" I inquired.
"Well, if you don't have any of the feeling return within a week, you will likely be paralyzed," he told me.
A/N: Sorry I didn't have them explain it to David in this chapter, but next chapter Eric and Annie will try to explain to David about his brother. So how will they explain it? And where is Mary?
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: I can't guarantee that all my medical information is correct since I am not a doctor, but I did use WebMD.com for help. Since I received several reviews asking for more, here is the next chapter:
Chapter 3
(Ruthie's POV)
The last thing I remember before waking up here was that I was in the car with mom, Peter and the twins. My neck hurt and my sides, they hurt when I moved. There was a big uncomfortable brace on my neck so I can't turn my head to the sides. The car must have been hit pretty hard. I don't really remember. I didn't think I passed out, but I also didn't remember the ride to the hospital. I wonder where mom and dad are. Please let everyone else be okay, I thought to myself. Everytime I breathed in my sides felt like they were being stabbed by knives.
"Hey Ruthie," a familiar voice called from the door.
"Hello, Ms. Petrowski," I said, " how is Peter? Is he okay?"
"That's what I came to tell you. He's alive, but..." she trailed off.
"But! But what?" I demanded.
"Well, he injured his spine and-"
I didn't hear the rest of her sentence. Peter injured his spine! What if he's paralyzed? My mind was spinning as tears filled my eyes. Ms. Petrowski came to the side of my bed.
"Don't worry Ruthie," she said, sounding unsure of herself, " he's tough. He'll be okay. I know it."
I was not at all reassured. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that. I closed my eyes as the hot tears streamed down my face. Peter's mother squeezed my hand and left the room. I was not left alone for long though as Simon entered the room. His eyes were very red. I knew there was more bad news coming.
"Hey little sis," he said with a shaky voice.
"Hey Simon," I gulped, " how is everyone else?"
"Mom has a concussion, but she should be okay. I take it you heard about Peter from his mom. David has a broken arm and he's pretty scared, but I think he's okay. And well, Sam, he-he didn't. He's not. He died Ruthie. He's dead," Simon told me breaking down.
I had never seen Simon cry like this. As the full force of the news hit me, I felt sick. Very, very sick. Dead. No not dead. Not my little brother. It can't be true. Simon's just upset. It's got to be a mistake.
(Eric's POV)
I took a deep breath and entered Annie's room. I didn't even bother with a fake smile.
"Oh Eric. Thank God you're here," she said," no one will tell me how the kids are. They keep giving me funny looks. What's going on?"
"Well. Uh Ruthie has whiplash and some broken ribs, but she will be fine. David has a broken arm and he's been crying for you," I broke off, unable to bring myself to the words.
"What about Sam?" she asked grimly.
I took another deep breath and said bluntly," He was killed. Annie, our little boy was killed."
She looked at me in disbelief," You wouldn't dare joke with me, would you?"
"Of course not. I would never kid about this hun," I said, losing my composure. I couldn't help, but cry.
"My little baby boy. Not my little baby boy!" she screamed.
"I know," I said taking her into my arms.
She leaned into me and cried as hard I have ever heard her cry. Then she suddenly pulled back.
"What honey? What is it?" I asked with concern.
"I must go see David. I need to see my little boy," she demanded.
"I don't know if they'll let you. I can go ask. I'll be right back," I said.
(Chandler's POV)
Everyone was so distracted they didn't think of Mary. I did because it's just the sort of things that I think of. I asked Reverend Camden if he would mind if I called her. He was so distracted he just said sure. I know normally he would want to do this sort of thing, but I wouldn't ask him to break away from his family. I didn't know Mary that well, but I knew she would want to know.
I called Mary's phone number. The phone rang about four times and then the answering machine picked up.
"You have reached Mary Camden, but I am not here right now. Chances are I am on a flight, so if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you as soon as I get home. Beep"
"Um. Hi Mary. This is Chandler, the associate pastor at your father's church. You probably already knew that. Call as soon as you get this message. It's very important," I said.
(Peter's POV)
I opened my eyes groggily. There were people all around me. I slowly realized I was in the hospital. I tried to sit up, but found I couldn't move.
"Whoa there young man. You just got out of surgery (that's what Ruthie didn't hear, that Peter was in surgery). You shouldn't be moving around. You were in a car accident and you damaged your spine. We did a surgery to remove small pieces of your spinal discs. They were shattered and we were afraid they might do farther damage to your spine. We also had to drain some fluid to relieve the pressure on your spine. We gave you some corticosteroids to minimize the damage. Now don't be afraid if you can't feel your lower body right now. Your spinal cord is swollen and we won't know anything until the swelling goes down," a doctor explained.
"Will I be paralyzed?" I asked.
"Don't know that until the swelling goes down," the doctor said.
"What are the chances?" I asked.
"Well, there is a chance that you could be paralyzed. But you would only be paraplegic because the injury was to your lower spine," he said.
"And that means?" I asked.
"Oh that means you would likely lose control of your lower body, but only if the damage is that severe. We won't know for a while," he told me.
"How long?" I inquired.
"Well, if you don't have any of the feeling return within a week, you will likely be paralyzed," he told me.
A/N: Sorry I didn't have them explain it to David in this chapter, but next chapter Eric and Annie will try to explain to David about his brother. So how will they explain it? And where is Mary?