Author's Notes: Hey guys, this is going to be really really short because It's like 10:10, I'm completely exhausted from working on Dickens, and research paper, and arguing with John, and just everything. I'm done for the day. So I hope you like whatever comes out tonight, and THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!! YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! And tomorrow's update will be longer. Tomorrow is my basketball tryouts.. Keep your fingers crossed for me!!!
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She held her daughter's hand, almost as if she were trying to transmit the pain she was going through. She held her hand tightly, letting her daughter squeeze it when it was too much for her to take. She watched Carter perform the simple procedure, something they had done so many times before, it was like clockwork now. But it was different when he was doing it on her own flesh and blood, on her own child. They needed the spinal tap to rule out any other underlying infections that could prove fatal in the newly transplanted marrow in John's organism. He had lost his ability to fight off infections. He couldn't be around anyone with the slightest chance of catching something. It could be fatal. She felt the pain as he drove the needle inbetween the bones. She could hear the click of it, and Annette's sudden jolt a few seconds later at the pain preceeded through her body. She heard another whimper, and with her other hand, kept on running over her face, whispering words that it would be okay. It would hopefully be okay. She handed the bottle to Carter who instantly took it and filled it with the clear fluid. He took an extra amount they probably wouldn't need, but just to be on the safe side so they wouldn't have to puncture her again. She watched him top off the bottle, and signaled to Luka to give Annette the sleep aid. She would have to sleep through some of the pain, since pain killers weren't always the best thing for a child, especially in her state. She looked at Luka, who had just pushed the medication through the IV line. He looked up at her and gave her a slight nodd. She knew he was planning on staying by her side till one of the two got back. She headed out, giving her daugther one last kiss on the forehead.
"Carter, wait."
She attempted a slight jog to catch up with him, but her body was giving up, and every motion felt forced.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded her head, bitting on her bottom lip. She felt a little dizzy, a little overwhelmed, but that was normal. She hadn't eaten in hours, slept in days. They walked the short trip down the stairs to the lab, and placed the order with the tech, to go STAT. There was no other option available right now, and she prayed Annette was healthy enough to go through with the transplant.
They turned around, and she felt his hand going around her shoulders, like he always had, protectively. The little things that she missed. She buried her head into his chest again, and they walked slower than they originally had, just trying to sort the situation.
"He's going to be okay, right?"
She looked up at him for an answer. He had the hope she had lost so many years ago.
"Yeah. He is."
She felt a kiss on her forehead, and a single tear let itself fall from her eye, that he quickly wipped away.
"I promise. It'll be okay."
She nodded her head, burying herself into him once again. She needed something to hold on to, even if was only for the next few hours. She just needed to get through this, then he could leave. He could do whatever he wanted, but she needed him now.
They headed back to Annette's room, and as soon as they stepped in, Luka was dismissed from his vigil across their daugther. They had the room secluded, Susan insisiting they stay down here, since upstairs everyone else is always hostile. There was only one chair, and Carter grabbed it and brought it to the bed, he sat down and took her with him. She curled up in his lap, his hands running up and down her back. She was so exhausted, so destoryed. She couldn't stop thinking of her son. She couldn't stop thinking about why the world went so wrong. She couldn't stop letting this feeling of comfort and trust overcome her. She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, being lulled by the constant beep of the machines and the gentle rise of his chest with every breath. She felt herself slipping into a restless sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless.
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She held her daughter's hand, almost as if she were trying to transmit the pain she was going through. She held her hand tightly, letting her daughter squeeze it when it was too much for her to take. She watched Carter perform the simple procedure, something they had done so many times before, it was like clockwork now. But it was different when he was doing it on her own flesh and blood, on her own child. They needed the spinal tap to rule out any other underlying infections that could prove fatal in the newly transplanted marrow in John's organism. He had lost his ability to fight off infections. He couldn't be around anyone with the slightest chance of catching something. It could be fatal. She felt the pain as he drove the needle inbetween the bones. She could hear the click of it, and Annette's sudden jolt a few seconds later at the pain preceeded through her body. She heard another whimper, and with her other hand, kept on running over her face, whispering words that it would be okay. It would hopefully be okay. She handed the bottle to Carter who instantly took it and filled it with the clear fluid. He took an extra amount they probably wouldn't need, but just to be on the safe side so they wouldn't have to puncture her again. She watched him top off the bottle, and signaled to Luka to give Annette the sleep aid. She would have to sleep through some of the pain, since pain killers weren't always the best thing for a child, especially in her state. She looked at Luka, who had just pushed the medication through the IV line. He looked up at her and gave her a slight nodd. She knew he was planning on staying by her side till one of the two got back. She headed out, giving her daugther one last kiss on the forehead.
"Carter, wait."
She attempted a slight jog to catch up with him, but her body was giving up, and every motion felt forced.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded her head, bitting on her bottom lip. She felt a little dizzy, a little overwhelmed, but that was normal. She hadn't eaten in hours, slept in days. They walked the short trip down the stairs to the lab, and placed the order with the tech, to go STAT. There was no other option available right now, and she prayed Annette was healthy enough to go through with the transplant.
They turned around, and she felt his hand going around her shoulders, like he always had, protectively. The little things that she missed. She buried her head into his chest again, and they walked slower than they originally had, just trying to sort the situation.
"He's going to be okay, right?"
She looked up at him for an answer. He had the hope she had lost so many years ago.
"Yeah. He is."
She felt a kiss on her forehead, and a single tear let itself fall from her eye, that he quickly wipped away.
"I promise. It'll be okay."
She nodded her head, burying herself into him once again. She needed something to hold on to, even if was only for the next few hours. She just needed to get through this, then he could leave. He could do whatever he wanted, but she needed him now.
They headed back to Annette's room, and as soon as they stepped in, Luka was dismissed from his vigil across their daugther. They had the room secluded, Susan insisiting they stay down here, since upstairs everyone else is always hostile. There was only one chair, and Carter grabbed it and brought it to the bed, he sat down and took her with him. She curled up in his lap, his hands running up and down her back. She was so exhausted, so destoryed. She couldn't stop thinking of her son. She couldn't stop thinking about why the world went so wrong. She couldn't stop letting this feeling of comfort and trust overcome her. She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, being lulled by the constant beep of the machines and the gentle rise of his chest with every breath. She felt herself slipping into a restless sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless.