Disclaimer: They still aren't mine and never will be.
Author: Catgurl83
Title: Shocking News 15 \ ?
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated.
Rating: G
Author's notes: Thanks for all of the reviews I've gotten for this story so far! They've really helped keep me motivated to finish this story. I'd also like to thank you all for your patience with me and with this story! I'm very sorry that it has been so long since I've updated! I've just been very swamped at school this semester.
Just so you know, this is a short but very emotional chapter.
My thanks to Kimberly for beta reading this story for me!
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A few hours later a young nurse stepped into the waiting room and smiled at Annie. "Mrs. Camden you can see your daughter now but only for a few minutes."
Annie returned the smile as she stood up.
"How is she?" Lucy asked before they could leave.
The nurse turned to Lucy. "I really can't answer that. You'll have to wait until her doctor returns." She smiled apologetically.
The nurse led Annie down the now familiar hallway toward Ruthie's room. Outside the door, she turned to Annie. "She has been fading in and out of consciousness for the last hour or so. She might awaken for a few minutes while you are with her but she won't be able to carry on a conversation. She'll be very out of it."
"Thank you." Annie said softly, her eyes on the door.
The nurses' smile softened. "I'll let you go see your daughter now."
Annie nodded absentmindedly as she quietly and gently, opened the door to the hospital room. With slow, steady steps she walked into the room and after silently shutting the door behind her, approached her daughter's bed.
Ruthie lay very, very still against the sheets of the bed. As she lay there so peacefully, the affects of her disease were painfully obvious and Annie had to swallow hard as she took the seat next to her youngest daughter and gently took the hand that didn't have an IV attached to it.
Ruthie's pale, pasty skin nearly blended in with the sheets she lay upon. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. She was so thin that her bones were visible beneath her skin. Her beautiful hair was now completely gone.
Annie sighed as she looked at her baby girl. She looked so lifeless. Could someone who looked like this really survive? It was very difficult to believe that this girl was her bright and energetic daughter.
As she held onto her daughter's hand, willing Ruthie to fight, to survive, a song ran through her mind and a tear fell from beneath her now closed eyelids.
\\ Hello God, it's me again
2:00 AM. Room 304. Visiting hours are over
Time for our bedside tug of war //
Opening her eyes, she tilted her head so that she could see the ceiling. "Please," she said the word so softly that she could barely hear herself but she knew that He could hear her.
\\ This sleeping child between us
May not make it through the night
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life //
This cruel, awful disease could take her baby girl from her and she was powerless to stop it. All she could do was cling to Ruthie's hand and the life that it still held and pray. Prayer was all that she had.
\\ Well I don't know if you're listenin'
But praying is all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too //
Even as the words entered her mind, Annie discredited them. He was listening. She knew that he was. He knew every word, every prayer, before it was even said.
"I can't loose her Lord," she whispered as she gazed at Ruthie's pale face in the dim light.
She sat like that for almost a half-hour more, just gazing at Ruthie and silently praying. Finally, tears glistening in her eyes, she again turned her gaze to the ceiling as words were torn from her lips. "If you take her, please, take care of her from me."
Leaning over, she pressed a light kiss to Ruthie's soft cheek, a tear dropping down onto the pale surface. Grabbing a Kleenex, Annie wiped her eyes and cheeks before stepping out of the room.
As she slowly walked back to the waiting room the last part of the song ran through her mind one more time, lending her some of it's peace.
\\ Lord I know you've made up your mind there's no use in beggin'
So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways
And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven
The streets of heaven //
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Author's notes: I've never written a songfic before so please let me know what you think, even if your opinion isn't favorable.
I hope to get the next chapter out relatively soon. *Crosses fingers*
The song I used for this story is called Streets of Heaven and it is by Sherrie Austin. I heard it a while ago and knew that I had to use it in this story. If you'd like the lyrics to the song, e-mail me or check my Yahoo group in a few days. I plan on posting them there.
Author: Catgurl83
Title: Shocking News 15 \ ?
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated.
Rating: G
Author's notes: Thanks for all of the reviews I've gotten for this story so far! They've really helped keep me motivated to finish this story. I'd also like to thank you all for your patience with me and with this story! I'm very sorry that it has been so long since I've updated! I've just been very swamped at school this semester.
Just so you know, this is a short but very emotional chapter.
My thanks to Kimberly for beta reading this story for me!
*********
A few hours later a young nurse stepped into the waiting room and smiled at Annie. "Mrs. Camden you can see your daughter now but only for a few minutes."
Annie returned the smile as she stood up.
"How is she?" Lucy asked before they could leave.
The nurse turned to Lucy. "I really can't answer that. You'll have to wait until her doctor returns." She smiled apologetically.
The nurse led Annie down the now familiar hallway toward Ruthie's room. Outside the door, she turned to Annie. "She has been fading in and out of consciousness for the last hour or so. She might awaken for a few minutes while you are with her but she won't be able to carry on a conversation. She'll be very out of it."
"Thank you." Annie said softly, her eyes on the door.
The nurses' smile softened. "I'll let you go see your daughter now."
Annie nodded absentmindedly as she quietly and gently, opened the door to the hospital room. With slow, steady steps she walked into the room and after silently shutting the door behind her, approached her daughter's bed.
Ruthie lay very, very still against the sheets of the bed. As she lay there so peacefully, the affects of her disease were painfully obvious and Annie had to swallow hard as she took the seat next to her youngest daughter and gently took the hand that didn't have an IV attached to it.
Ruthie's pale, pasty skin nearly blended in with the sheets she lay upon. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. She was so thin that her bones were visible beneath her skin. Her beautiful hair was now completely gone.
Annie sighed as she looked at her baby girl. She looked so lifeless. Could someone who looked like this really survive? It was very difficult to believe that this girl was her bright and energetic daughter.
As she held onto her daughter's hand, willing Ruthie to fight, to survive, a song ran through her mind and a tear fell from beneath her now closed eyelids.
\\ Hello God, it's me again
2:00 AM. Room 304. Visiting hours are over
Time for our bedside tug of war //
Opening her eyes, she tilted her head so that she could see the ceiling. "Please," she said the word so softly that she could barely hear herself but she knew that He could hear her.
\\ This sleeping child between us
May not make it through the night
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life //
This cruel, awful disease could take her baby girl from her and she was powerless to stop it. All she could do was cling to Ruthie's hand and the life that it still held and pray. Prayer was all that she had.
\\ Well I don't know if you're listenin'
But praying is all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too //
Even as the words entered her mind, Annie discredited them. He was listening. She knew that he was. He knew every word, every prayer, before it was even said.
"I can't loose her Lord," she whispered as she gazed at Ruthie's pale face in the dim light.
She sat like that for almost a half-hour more, just gazing at Ruthie and silently praying. Finally, tears glistening in her eyes, she again turned her gaze to the ceiling as words were torn from her lips. "If you take her, please, take care of her from me."
Leaning over, she pressed a light kiss to Ruthie's soft cheek, a tear dropping down onto the pale surface. Grabbing a Kleenex, Annie wiped her eyes and cheeks before stepping out of the room.
As she slowly walked back to the waiting room the last part of the song ran through her mind one more time, lending her some of it's peace.
\\ Lord I know you've made up your mind there's no use in beggin'
So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways
And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven
The streets of heaven //
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Author's notes: I've never written a songfic before so please let me know what you think, even if your opinion isn't favorable.
I hope to get the next chapter out relatively soon. *Crosses fingers*
The song I used for this story is called Streets of Heaven and it is by Sherrie Austin. I heard it a while ago and knew that I had to use it in this story. If you'd like the lyrics to the song, e-mail me or check my Yahoo group in a few days. I plan on posting them there.
