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Chapter 20 uses "Let that be Enough" by Switchfoot
Chapter 20: Let that be Enough
Time stood still for those hours Amy Abbott lay helplessly in her hospital bed while her loved ones prayed and hoped for a miracle. Feeling as if he was a failure for not being a match, Ephram sank low in the chair next to Amy's bed. He had done everything, said everything he could up until this point. He knew what had to come next. There was a chance she wouldn't make it. Maybe then he would know, understand, how it is to lose a significant other just as Amy had lost Colin. *Maybe she wants to leave so she can be with Colin again.*
Taking her hand, and putting his head right next to her ear, he spoke softly, "Amy, I want you to know one thing. If for some reason you don't wake up, I want you to know that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Maybe you're supposed to be with Colin . . . maybe he really is your soul mate. I don't know anymore. All I know is that each day I live I will miss you if you go." He tried to stay strong in the event she could hear him. "But please don't go."
The doctor entered now, pulling a tearful Ephram from his love. "Son, we need to take her now. . . you'll have to go out into the waiting room."
"No, I'm not finished saying goodbye."
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"I wish I had what I need
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land"
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"You don't have to, we've found a match!" The doctor said smiling. Ephram's heart seemed to leave his body and run joyfully around the hospital, as if it had defeated its death.
"A donor? She's going to be okay?" Ephram asked hopefully.
"Yes, she should be just fine. If you'll just join the rest of the family out in the waiting room now . . ." he insisted.
"Oh, I'm not family, I'm a friend." He said, not caring about anything except for the fact that she would be okay again.
"They said you were. They're waiting for you."
Ephram walked out and gazed into the eyes and souls of the Abbotts. "You know, Rose, nothing else in the world has mattered to me as much as today. I'm so thankful that we found a match that was willing to donate. Makes me think maybe I should be less crabby to society," Dr. Abbott said smiling.
"Amy wouldn't want you to go overboard, dad." Bright said laughing. The spirits were high in that waiting room.
"Did the doctor say who the donor is?" Ephram asked.
"No, the donor wants to remain anonymous until the surgery goes through successfully." Rose said.
"Well whoever it is . . . I love them." Ephram said.
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"And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
Let that be enough"
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The four loved ones of Amy Abbott waited patiently for a few more hours to hear the results of the operation. In between naps, they found enjoyment and company in talking lightly among themselves. Ephram and the Abbotts got know each other a lot better in those few hours, and each one knew that he was a very significant part of their lives now . . . to Amy, a love and companion; to Bright a good friend; to Rose and Harold, a stable and caring guy in their daughter's life.
"Ephram, I'm sorry for all the bad times we've had," Harold Abbott said.
"Dr. Abbott, I'm glad we've come to an understanding, but I would much rather argue with you til the day that I die if it meant that Amy could've escaped this pain."
"I know, son. But it's happened now, and we just want you to know that you're welcome in our house anytime, day or night." Rose said. Bright chuckled.
The doctor entered the waiting room with a smile on his face. The Abbotts and Ephram stood up nervously.
"Well, the surgery went as expected and she's going to be just fine. It'll take her a little time to recuperate, you understand, but she will be as good as new in no time."
"Thank you so much, doctor. You've made our day," Rose said.
"So can we see her now?" Bright asked impatiently.
"Yes, she's in the room right around the corner. Please go in one at a time, though, because she's going to need to take it easy."
Ephram offered to go last. He needed to think of what to say to her now. Would she be awake? Would she remember what happened right before the accident? Would she be angry with him for running away to New York?
Rose, Harold, and Bright each went in and sent their love, giving her a kiss on the forehead and a squeeze of the hand. Bright was the third, therefore being right before Ephram.
"Go ahead, man. We all know you're the one she's waiting to see. The one she's waiting to wake up to." He said slapping Ephram on the back.
Ephram turned and smiled, "Hey, Bright? Thanks. For everything. Friends?"
"Best friends, dawg, best friends."
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"It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago
And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough"
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All Ephram Brown wanted was for Amy to know that he loved her. He didn't care if she woke up just then; he just wanted his love to be enough for her to pull through. He walked into the room, shaking. She looked healthier, somehow, although he knew it was just his wishful thinking that made her appear that way. He kissed her lips and sat down in his regular chair staring at her. He looked up to the sky,
"Thank you for letting me keep her here with me." Then looked back at his love. She had been through so much for a sixteen year old.
"Amy . . . I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you're going to be okay. Someone loves you very much up there and made sure you got a match for your kidney. When I find out who that is I'm going to be their friend forever. I owe them my life . . . our life. I swear it. I love you."
He felt more comfortable now, knowing that she was going to be okay. Resting his head down on her pillow, he closed his eyes. He remembered the scent of her perfume and dreamt of days they shared together. A few hours passed . . .
Amy's eyes slowly slid open. The world was blurry but eventually began coming into focus. She wasn't sure where she was; wasn't sure what had happened. She looked around panicking, but then saw the head laying next to hers. She struggled to move her hand to touch his head. *Ephram. He's here. He's always here for me. I love him so much. He looks at peace right now, should I wake him?* But it was too late. She had already started to brush her hand gently over his hair. He had fallen into a deep sleep and stirred a little at first.
His eyes opened and for a second he thought he was dreaming. *she's awake* She calmed his fears.
"Ephram? What happened? Why am I here?" she said slowly.
"Amy! Oh my God," he said again looking up mouthing "thank you" and looked back to her. "You're awake! Oh baby, I'm so relieved. You gave us a real scare." He said kissing her breathlessly. She responded with as much strength as she had.
A knock was heard at the door. Bright and his parents had heard the news and had come to see a now awake Amy. After several hugs and tears, Dr. Brown explained what had happened. Amy cried the entire time, but when Bright told her it was okay to be sad about being hurt, all she could say was "I'm not sad that I was hurt. These are tears of gratefulness. For . . . For the generosity of the donor."
Just then the doctor came in with another person behind him. "Dr and Mrs. Abbott, Bright, Amy, Ephram, I'd like you all to meet the gentle soul that donated the matching kidney . . ."
A/N: Somewhat of a cliffhanger! Things are looking up from here you guys. No worries. I know that the whole "meet the donor" thing isn't always accurate, but eh. In this story it is. Thanks again for your feedback.
Chapter 20 uses "Let that be Enough" by Switchfoot
Chapter 20: Let that be Enough
Time stood still for those hours Amy Abbott lay helplessly in her hospital bed while her loved ones prayed and hoped for a miracle. Feeling as if he was a failure for not being a match, Ephram sank low in the chair next to Amy's bed. He had done everything, said everything he could up until this point. He knew what had to come next. There was a chance she wouldn't make it. Maybe then he would know, understand, how it is to lose a significant other just as Amy had lost Colin. *Maybe she wants to leave so she can be with Colin again.*
Taking her hand, and putting his head right next to her ear, he spoke softly, "Amy, I want you to know one thing. If for some reason you don't wake up, I want you to know that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Maybe you're supposed to be with Colin . . . maybe he really is your soul mate. I don't know anymore. All I know is that each day I live I will miss you if you go." He tried to stay strong in the event she could hear him. "But please don't go."
The doctor entered now, pulling a tearful Ephram from his love. "Son, we need to take her now. . . you'll have to go out into the waiting room."
"No, I'm not finished saying goodbye."
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"I wish I had what I need
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land"
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"You don't have to, we've found a match!" The doctor said smiling. Ephram's heart seemed to leave his body and run joyfully around the hospital, as if it had defeated its death.
"A donor? She's going to be okay?" Ephram asked hopefully.
"Yes, she should be just fine. If you'll just join the rest of the family out in the waiting room now . . ." he insisted.
"Oh, I'm not family, I'm a friend." He said, not caring about anything except for the fact that she would be okay again.
"They said you were. They're waiting for you."
Ephram walked out and gazed into the eyes and souls of the Abbotts. "You know, Rose, nothing else in the world has mattered to me as much as today. I'm so thankful that we found a match that was willing to donate. Makes me think maybe I should be less crabby to society," Dr. Abbott said smiling.
"Amy wouldn't want you to go overboard, dad." Bright said laughing. The spirits were high in that waiting room.
"Did the doctor say who the donor is?" Ephram asked.
"No, the donor wants to remain anonymous until the surgery goes through successfully." Rose said.
"Well whoever it is . . . I love them." Ephram said.
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"And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
Let that be enough"
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The four loved ones of Amy Abbott waited patiently for a few more hours to hear the results of the operation. In between naps, they found enjoyment and company in talking lightly among themselves. Ephram and the Abbotts got know each other a lot better in those few hours, and each one knew that he was a very significant part of their lives now . . . to Amy, a love and companion; to Bright a good friend; to Rose and Harold, a stable and caring guy in their daughter's life.
"Ephram, I'm sorry for all the bad times we've had," Harold Abbott said.
"Dr. Abbott, I'm glad we've come to an understanding, but I would much rather argue with you til the day that I die if it meant that Amy could've escaped this pain."
"I know, son. But it's happened now, and we just want you to know that you're welcome in our house anytime, day or night." Rose said. Bright chuckled.
The doctor entered the waiting room with a smile on his face. The Abbotts and Ephram stood up nervously.
"Well, the surgery went as expected and she's going to be just fine. It'll take her a little time to recuperate, you understand, but she will be as good as new in no time."
"Thank you so much, doctor. You've made our day," Rose said.
"So can we see her now?" Bright asked impatiently.
"Yes, she's in the room right around the corner. Please go in one at a time, though, because she's going to need to take it easy."
Ephram offered to go last. He needed to think of what to say to her now. Would she be awake? Would she remember what happened right before the accident? Would she be angry with him for running away to New York?
Rose, Harold, and Bright each went in and sent their love, giving her a kiss on the forehead and a squeeze of the hand. Bright was the third, therefore being right before Ephram.
"Go ahead, man. We all know you're the one she's waiting to see. The one she's waiting to wake up to." He said slapping Ephram on the back.
Ephram turned and smiled, "Hey, Bright? Thanks. For everything. Friends?"
"Best friends, dawg, best friends."
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"It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago
And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough"
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All Ephram Brown wanted was for Amy to know that he loved her. He didn't care if she woke up just then; he just wanted his love to be enough for her to pull through. He walked into the room, shaking. She looked healthier, somehow, although he knew it was just his wishful thinking that made her appear that way. He kissed her lips and sat down in his regular chair staring at her. He looked up to the sky,
"Thank you for letting me keep her here with me." Then looked back at his love. She had been through so much for a sixteen year old.
"Amy . . . I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you're going to be okay. Someone loves you very much up there and made sure you got a match for your kidney. When I find out who that is I'm going to be their friend forever. I owe them my life . . . our life. I swear it. I love you."
He felt more comfortable now, knowing that she was going to be okay. Resting his head down on her pillow, he closed his eyes. He remembered the scent of her perfume and dreamt of days they shared together. A few hours passed . . .
Amy's eyes slowly slid open. The world was blurry but eventually began coming into focus. She wasn't sure where she was; wasn't sure what had happened. She looked around panicking, but then saw the head laying next to hers. She struggled to move her hand to touch his head. *Ephram. He's here. He's always here for me. I love him so much. He looks at peace right now, should I wake him?* But it was too late. She had already started to brush her hand gently over his hair. He had fallen into a deep sleep and stirred a little at first.
His eyes opened and for a second he thought he was dreaming. *she's awake* She calmed his fears.
"Ephram? What happened? Why am I here?" she said slowly.
"Amy! Oh my God," he said again looking up mouthing "thank you" and looked back to her. "You're awake! Oh baby, I'm so relieved. You gave us a real scare." He said kissing her breathlessly. She responded with as much strength as she had.
A knock was heard at the door. Bright and his parents had heard the news and had come to see a now awake Amy. After several hugs and tears, Dr. Brown explained what had happened. Amy cried the entire time, but when Bright told her it was okay to be sad about being hurt, all she could say was "I'm not sad that I was hurt. These are tears of gratefulness. For . . . For the generosity of the donor."
Just then the doctor came in with another person behind him. "Dr and Mrs. Abbott, Bright, Amy, Ephram, I'd like you all to meet the gentle soul that donated the matching kidney . . ."
A/N: Somewhat of a cliffhanger! Things are looking up from here you guys. No worries. I know that the whole "meet the donor" thing isn't always accurate, but eh. In this story it is. Thanks again for your feedback.