Chapter 4: The Recovery!
IN THE WAITING ROOM!
Dave sat with great worry. He pondered on what could be keeping the Doctor. Is Simon all right? How would things change if the worse were to happen? He dreaded the thought of losing Simon.
With a sigh, Dave looked over to his other two boys. Alvin and Theodore curled up together in the chair beside him. Dave watched over them and sympathizes with how they could be feeling about all of this.
The boys have always been together. To see them split just doesn't seem right. Dave reached over and picked up his coat from the chair on the other side of him. He brings it over and places it carefully over the two sleeping chipmunks.
"Mr. Seville?" Suddenly came a voice.
With a jolt, Dave looked up and sees the Doctor standing at the entrance of the Waiting Room. Dave sat with his jaw hung down. He is almost too afraid to hear what the Doctor has to say.
The Doctor tilted his over to see the two sleeping chipmunks in the chair beside their father. He then returns his attention to Dave.
"You will be relieved to know that your son has survived the operation." The Doctor announced as he took the empty seat second one away from Dave.
Dave breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to the Doctor. "Thank you, Doctor." He began to say. "You mind telling me what happened?"
"Your son was hit by a car, most likely while he was heading home. It was a good thing your son wore his helmet, or the injuries could have been far worse."
"Heh, Simon always feels that safety should come first..." Dave comments nervously.
"That is defiantly a good thing, Mr. Seville...As I was saying...The impact accrued in the mid-section on his right side. This caused three fractured ribs, and internal bleeding..."
"Oh, God..." Dave whimpered. He nervously ran both hands through his thick brown hair.
"Because of your son's rare blood type," The Doctor continued. "It wasn't easy to find any on supply. To our fortunate luck, there was a perfect donor here in the hospital. Without her help, I don't think your son would have had a chance through surgery."
While the Doctor spoke, Alvin began to open his eyes. He looked up and over hears every word the Doctor says. He is relieved to hear that Simon is all right, but he is now more anxious to see his brother. Slowly he slid off the chair and tiptoed out the door beside him while the adults talked.
Continuing along down the hall, Alvin crept. "Where could they have taken Simon?" He thought out loud.
As if on cue, two of the medical staff came through a double door. With them they wheeled a bed out of the room. Instantly, Alvin recognizes the patient in the bed.
"Simon...?" He whispered.
Alvin quickly followed them to a room at the end of the hall. He waited outside the room till the two nurses finished setting Simon up comfortably. After they left the room, Alvin snuck in.
He saw a chair against the wall. Quickly grabbed the chair and dragged it to the bed where Simon slept. Alvin crawled up on the chair and looked at his bother's battered body.
At first glance Simon almost isn't recognizable. He wore an oxygen mask over his little brown nose and mouth. A gauzed band-aid is taped over his left eyebrow. It showed a bit of a bloodstain. Most likely the cut above his eye is caused from when his glasses broke off his face.
"Hey, Simon..." Alvin said. He had no idea what else to say. Slowly, Alvin takes Simon's hand that lay quietly on the bed.
He gently squeezed it, and to his surprise Simon's fingers began moving slightly. Alvin looked back up to his brother's face.
Slowly Simon's eyes blinked open and looked straight at Alvin. Alvin started to smile with relief to see Simon opening his eyes. Simon seems to recognize the figure dressed in red beside him. A soft 'smiley' expression becomes noticeable in Simon's eyes, and he returns a reassuring squeeze in Alvin's hand. Alvin now knows that Simon will be all right.
After a moment, Simon's eyes looked tired again. Slowly he closed them, and fell back asleep.
Still smiling, Alvin carefully brought his head down beside Simon's hand. And with his hand still holding on to his brother's, Alvin too, started to dose off.
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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
With Theodore in his arms and the Doctor close behind, Dave walks in the room where Simon and Alvin lay sleeping. Dave is relieved to see both his son's safe. It is a little unsettling to see Simon bandaged up with an oxygen mask over his little face, but at least he seems to be alright and alive.
"It would appear that your son has found his brother." The Doctor commented.
"Yes, that seems to be one of Alvin's many talents." Dave sighs.
"Dave?" Theodore's sleepy voice whined. "Can I now see my brother, please?"
"Sure Theodore." Dave carefully puts his son down on the same chair that Alvin is leaning on.
Theodore stood on his tippy-toes and looked over to his brother, Simon. He reached up and placed his little hand on Simon's forearm. Careful to not disturb the IV needle placed closer to the inner part of the arm, Theodore gave a reassuring squeeze. He hated seeing Simon like this. Never had he looked so fragile. With a sniff, Theodore placed his head beside Alvin's and closed his eyes.
Dave leaned over and began stroking Simon's head. He started to smile slightly and turned to look back at the Doctor.
"Thanks again for all your help, Doctor."
The Doctor smiled proudly, but he feels he cannot take the full credit. "Your welcome, Mr. Seville, but the woman that donated her blood should receive most of the credit."
"Oh, yes. Defiantly. Is she still here, I would like to thank her as well." Dave smiled.
"I'll see if she is still around, but in the meantime, I'll have one of the nurses come and get you another chair." The Doctor paused for a bit to get a better look at Simon. He suddenly gave a perplexed expression.
"Is there something wrong, Doctor?"
"I-I'm not sure.but I think your son is already starting to look better."
Both Dave and the Doctor looked down at Simon as he starts to stir and make whimpering noises.
"I don't understand, Doctor?"
"Uh, I'm just not use to seeing patients recover so quickly from after being in a serious car accident."
"Heh, must be all the vitamins he eats?" Dave jokes.
The Doctor smiles at Dave's comment, "Maybe.I'll be right back Mr. Seville." He says before turning to leave the room.
IN THE WAITING ROOM!
Dave sat with great worry. He pondered on what could be keeping the Doctor. Is Simon all right? How would things change if the worse were to happen? He dreaded the thought of losing Simon.
With a sigh, Dave looked over to his other two boys. Alvin and Theodore curled up together in the chair beside him. Dave watched over them and sympathizes with how they could be feeling about all of this.
The boys have always been together. To see them split just doesn't seem right. Dave reached over and picked up his coat from the chair on the other side of him. He brings it over and places it carefully over the two sleeping chipmunks.
"Mr. Seville?" Suddenly came a voice.
With a jolt, Dave looked up and sees the Doctor standing at the entrance of the Waiting Room. Dave sat with his jaw hung down. He is almost too afraid to hear what the Doctor has to say.
The Doctor tilted his over to see the two sleeping chipmunks in the chair beside their father. He then returns his attention to Dave.
"You will be relieved to know that your son has survived the operation." The Doctor announced as he took the empty seat second one away from Dave.
Dave breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to the Doctor. "Thank you, Doctor." He began to say. "You mind telling me what happened?"
"Your son was hit by a car, most likely while he was heading home. It was a good thing your son wore his helmet, or the injuries could have been far worse."
"Heh, Simon always feels that safety should come first..." Dave comments nervously.
"That is defiantly a good thing, Mr. Seville...As I was saying...The impact accrued in the mid-section on his right side. This caused three fractured ribs, and internal bleeding..."
"Oh, God..." Dave whimpered. He nervously ran both hands through his thick brown hair.
"Because of your son's rare blood type," The Doctor continued. "It wasn't easy to find any on supply. To our fortunate luck, there was a perfect donor here in the hospital. Without her help, I don't think your son would have had a chance through surgery."
While the Doctor spoke, Alvin began to open his eyes. He looked up and over hears every word the Doctor says. He is relieved to hear that Simon is all right, but he is now more anxious to see his brother. Slowly he slid off the chair and tiptoed out the door beside him while the adults talked.
Continuing along down the hall, Alvin crept. "Where could they have taken Simon?" He thought out loud.
As if on cue, two of the medical staff came through a double door. With them they wheeled a bed out of the room. Instantly, Alvin recognizes the patient in the bed.
"Simon...?" He whispered.
Alvin quickly followed them to a room at the end of the hall. He waited outside the room till the two nurses finished setting Simon up comfortably. After they left the room, Alvin snuck in.
He saw a chair against the wall. Quickly grabbed the chair and dragged it to the bed where Simon slept. Alvin crawled up on the chair and looked at his bother's battered body.
At first glance Simon almost isn't recognizable. He wore an oxygen mask over his little brown nose and mouth. A gauzed band-aid is taped over his left eyebrow. It showed a bit of a bloodstain. Most likely the cut above his eye is caused from when his glasses broke off his face.
"Hey, Simon..." Alvin said. He had no idea what else to say. Slowly, Alvin takes Simon's hand that lay quietly on the bed.
He gently squeezed it, and to his surprise Simon's fingers began moving slightly. Alvin looked back up to his brother's face.
Slowly Simon's eyes blinked open and looked straight at Alvin. Alvin started to smile with relief to see Simon opening his eyes. Simon seems to recognize the figure dressed in red beside him. A soft 'smiley' expression becomes noticeable in Simon's eyes, and he returns a reassuring squeeze in Alvin's hand. Alvin now knows that Simon will be all right.
After a moment, Simon's eyes looked tired again. Slowly he closed them, and fell back asleep.
Still smiling, Alvin carefully brought his head down beside Simon's hand. And with his hand still holding on to his brother's, Alvin too, started to dose off.
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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
With Theodore in his arms and the Doctor close behind, Dave walks in the room where Simon and Alvin lay sleeping. Dave is relieved to see both his son's safe. It is a little unsettling to see Simon bandaged up with an oxygen mask over his little face, but at least he seems to be alright and alive.
"It would appear that your son has found his brother." The Doctor commented.
"Yes, that seems to be one of Alvin's many talents." Dave sighs.
"Dave?" Theodore's sleepy voice whined. "Can I now see my brother, please?"
"Sure Theodore." Dave carefully puts his son down on the same chair that Alvin is leaning on.
Theodore stood on his tippy-toes and looked over to his brother, Simon. He reached up and placed his little hand on Simon's forearm. Careful to not disturb the IV needle placed closer to the inner part of the arm, Theodore gave a reassuring squeeze. He hated seeing Simon like this. Never had he looked so fragile. With a sniff, Theodore placed his head beside Alvin's and closed his eyes.
Dave leaned over and began stroking Simon's head. He started to smile slightly and turned to look back at the Doctor.
"Thanks again for all your help, Doctor."
The Doctor smiled proudly, but he feels he cannot take the full credit. "Your welcome, Mr. Seville, but the woman that donated her blood should receive most of the credit."
"Oh, yes. Defiantly. Is she still here, I would like to thank her as well." Dave smiled.
"I'll see if she is still around, but in the meantime, I'll have one of the nurses come and get you another chair." The Doctor paused for a bit to get a better look at Simon. He suddenly gave a perplexed expression.
"Is there something wrong, Doctor?"
"I-I'm not sure.but I think your son is already starting to look better."
Both Dave and the Doctor looked down at Simon as he starts to stir and make whimpering noises.
"I don't understand, Doctor?"
"Uh, I'm just not use to seeing patients recover so quickly from after being in a serious car accident."
"Heh, must be all the vitamins he eats?" Dave jokes.
The Doctor smiles at Dave's comment, "Maybe.I'll be right back Mr. Seville." He says before turning to leave the room.
