Bitter - Sweet Reunions.
"I'm very pleased with her recovery, these past few days.She's making a complete turn around, although the manner she was stabbed that afternoon is tampering with her walking." Eve explained, a few mournings later as she and Miguel walked towards Charity's room.
"does this mean, she'll be paralysed?" he questioned feeliging slightly unsettled by Eve's present tone.
"no, " she breathed out with a smile"thank God, it's only temperary until she's fully healed." she concluded as they continued to walk silently.
With a brief unoticable pause, Eve kept on hesitantly walking over to Charity's hospital room...for days she had feared this meeting.Thoughts of what would be done, what would be said and how it would end.
As the mourning came upon her, Charity's eyes opened once more, searching the room filled with vibrant coulours she'd missed.Slightly feeling a bit soar she rose while slowly fixing her stance and sitting up in the hospital bed.Everything stood perfectlly still as here eyes stood fixaded on the diffrent assortments of flowers sparsed around the room filled with good luck wishes.
She turned slightly as she heared the small creak in the door ahead of her, and she glanced towards it holding out small hopes it was Daniel...or even Miguel, she didn't really care at this point, it had been days since she's seen a familiar face.
"hello dear," Betty smiled warmly, as she stepped inside Rose following not too far behind.
"hi." she responded quietly with a brush of a smile, " you've been working on me ever since I've gotten here right? You'd know why Eve's not letting me see any of my familly, my son," she rambelled, stress and slight hints of panic in her voice as her eyes searched those of Betty and Rose.
The two looked at eachother and back at Charity, both knowing very well why Charity was forbid to see any of her love ones until she was fully healed. Yet, both vowed not to tell her until the time was right.
Rose bit her lip in a hasty mannor as she looked away from Charity's eyes, and turned to the door.She didn't like what Eve and the rest of the staff had decided to ensure Charity's full recovery and in the past few days braught herself very close to telling Charity the truth, but she quickly silenced fearing her job might be in grave danger if she had.
"Rose," Charity spoke softly to her back " call me insane, but I have a feeling - I know, you have an answer as to where my son and family are.Please, just tell me." she ended pleaded calmly.
As much as all the fiber's in her being scremt to tell her the truth, she stood still back still to her, both Rose and Betty colsemouthed.
Charity nodded while she beggan to feel her face heat up, and her eyes begin to welled with frustrated tears." I - just don't get it." she went on with clenched theeth, and her fists balled up tightly at her sides.
"oh, honey..." Betty sighed remourcefully as she advanced towards her, dimishing any od Rose's thougths to tell Charity the real truth.
"it's alright - I'm fine, you know. Can I just, have some time alone, now...please." she continued holding back her tears.
"I'm afraid we can't do that, see, sweetheart we've come to get you started on your therapy."
"what do you mean 'get me started on my therapy'?" she questioned deffensively.
"when you..." she paused "when you got stabbed, - where you got stabbed effected your walking, and although you've recovered amazingly your still going to need some help walking again."
"I see." Charity responded crisply, fear ching through every part of her.
For the first time in a long time, she tossed over the covers of her bed and slid across it with a deep breath she let her foot hit the floor, feeling the slight chill she hadn't felt in what she'd thought was forever.She made her first step with vigillance, feeling as if these were the first steps she's ever made, discernmenting the slight brush of pain that came to her as she beggan almost thrwarting her to stop, however she still kept on knowing this was what she had to do.
She must have went at this all mourning trying to master something she thought she'd already learned.
The nurses hovered around clouding his sight of her as he stood at the foot of the door impatiently.Somewhere in the midst of everything he heard slight hints of her voice, and the glare of her hair somewhere in his sight.Slowly he braught his balled up fist to the door, and made a small rapping towards it.
Betty and Rose turned to it.
Rose smiled and her eyes lit up with excitement as she saw Miguel standing in the doorway, as Betty had a passive look of disdain in her dark eyes as she slid away reveiling Charity sitting in her wheel-chair.She pulled Rose to her side forcefully, while softly hissing towards her to stop smilling like a fool.
"well give you a few mintues alone," Betty spoke, as she dragged Rose out with her.
Charity caught onto the worry that had consumed his pressence, she smiled as she spoke.
"does it look that bad?" she chuckled wryly, reffering to her wheel-chair."it's not permanent," she explained as she looked up at him.
"no, it doesn't...I know," he replied as he stood motioning towards the loby outside, to talk some more.
With a receptive nod, Charity took a look around her chair and began to spin the wheels past him.
"do you need some help" he offered.
"no, I'm alright...thanks." she responded quietly, while making their way to the loby.Charity tunred the chair around to face him as she took a deep breath and searched the hallway ahead of her.
"I'll never be able to thank you enough, for all you've done for us."she finally spoke into the silence while looking at him once more.
He shrugged slightly with a wry smirk."it's alright - part of the job."
"and..." she paused looking down slightly as if looking for the right words to say what she had to say."and with that said, there's something I need to tell you...something I should of told you a long time ago."she concluded sitting back in her chair, watching his expressions.
Her mouth opened slightly, and she tried desperately to let the words come out as they did the days before when she'd practiced this moment.But they didn't..."Miguel, I..."
His eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he bore into her eyes, giving off what was once a soft look turned to a sudden rage."I already know Charity," he paused as he looked at her saddened, and angered.
The drive upto Harmony Hospital that mourning was an eventfull one, as Jhon agreed to carry his old friend Jessica Bennet along with him to visit Charity know that she'd made a perfect recovery.
On the way there the two talked about allot, mostly Jessica as Jhon quietly drove and obseerved her go on and on...he had to admit he'd missed his little motor mouth of a 'fake' little sister.As she finished catching Jhon up on her life in every aspect possible she turned to him her eyes a bit sullen and her smile slightly fadded, into a soft from as she asked.
"have you spoken to them yet?"
'Them' being his parents he knew all to well she'd want to talk about it, seeing as the news hit her the hardest out of everyone who learned.He was quiet at first contining to keep his eyes plastered onto the road as he drove, looking at Jessica's expecting visage.He sighed while replying that he hadn't exactlly done that quite yet, that he was only expecting on seeing Charity at most even seeing Daniel if he could and then heading back home, and away from his said family.
Finally his glances turned to her capturing the look of dissapointment in her deep eyes, while she turned to the window speaking not a word else as they drove on.
Walking down the familiar hallways once more, his pace stopping as a familiar pressence turned to him.Eyes like his with bright and apparent glimmers of joy in them as the man slightly approached him.
"son?" his voice called out with slight signs of hope.
Jhon turned around, once more shoving his quivering hands in his pant pocket."it's me father."
He tried to hold is anger inside of him, knowing that now wasn't the best time for him to bring up Daniel's true paternity, but, the more he'd spent time with him...the more Miguel knew he loved his little boy more than he'd ever would've known, and, the more it hurt to be torn from him for so long.
"what? How did you find out?" Charity questioned frazzeled by his statements.
Miguel shook his head dimissively" that really doesn't matter right now, but you know what does Charity? " he questioned rhetoriclly now glaring at Charity" that you've had my little boy - our little boy, and not once have you bothered to tell me.Tell me, what would've happen when you healed huh ? Were you just going to pack up and leave, and never tell me?" he menaced her with questions as Charity sat.
"how did you find this out?" she demanded clenching to the bars in her wheel-chair.
"through the blood tests Charity," he sputtered"now answer me, if this never happened, if Jackson wasn't in the picture...if he handn't hurt you - hell if you weren't clinging to your life in that hospital room, would you have told me the truth?" he finished asking her, looking deeply in her eyes, hoping she would say yes, and tell him this was all some kind of misuderstanding.
"no." she replied boldly her words falling into the silent loby."and I'd be damn well justified, do you think I was going to sit here and wait for you to deside which child you'd rather father, Miguel ? NO, I couldn't do that to Kay, and I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to Daniel.Neither of us deserved to raise a child with a part - time father. So yes, I left with your child, and -" she paused, tightning her jaw" and if things hadn't happened the way they have, I probably still would have."
"DAMMIT! Charity, why does this always have to come back to what happened before you left? You know I'd never do that to you.To Daniel,"
"well, excuse me if I didn't feel that way at the time."she thundered.
"why can't you see that I've changed?" he questioned again voice mildly weakened as everything spoken was going into the core of his emotions.
"why can't you see that I'VE changed, too? Miguel, I'm not the same fool that fell in love with you.I grew up," she smiled sadly" there wasn't anything else I could've done but grow up, I was eight-teen with a baby and - and a husband who thought the best way to show that he loved me was to hit me."
"then why the hell didn't you leave?"
"I couldn't." she responded, eyes glossy and voice just as much weakened as him." I - thought I could change him, obviously I didn't know how wrong I was; But that doesn't matter now does it, what does," she paused looking at him with disdain, the hurt she'd felt when she was betrayed reserfacing " is that Daniel's spent three years of his life without you, and he'll continue to do the same."
He couldn't believe the words he heard, but the glower of anger that brushed Charity's faint eyes told him everything.
"Charity, Daniel is my son.My blood is flowing through his viens, and if you think he's going to spent the rest of his life without me...your harshly mistaken."he spoke in a hushed roar."don't make me take him from you, because of this---"
"you listen to me," she interupting waggin her finger in retort." I have been a mother and a father to that little boy, for as long as he was born.I was there when Jackson chose to leave us with no signs of return, not you.I've loved him, and cared for him and I'd rather die here and now than let you take him from me, understand ?" she asserted, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks.
Miguel shook his head, before speaking once more" Charity..."
"I'm not finished---" she beggan, before they both turned to Marcus standing in the beggining of the loby holding Daniel in his arms.
They both ceased their argument, as Charity wiped away the marks od tears that formed on her face, before smiling at her son.
Daniel looked at the women with the slight shimmer of resemblance, and it came to him.It was his Mommy, he wriggled anxiously in Marcus' arms as he finally set him on the ground.
"MOMMY!" he screetched into the room while jumping into the wheelchair with her, and comensing to squeeze the life out of her."never ever leave me again, promise?"
"promise." she responded quietly, as his tiny stuby hand made their way to her face and her warm tears began to fall again as she'd missed his small hands.
"pinky swear?" he pressed, as he detached himself from the hug.
Charity shut her eyes momentarilly letting Daniel's sink in, as she opened them once more taking his hand and kissing it soflly."double pinky swear," she responded with a teary smile.
He cocked his brow slightly as he looked at her acutely"Mommy? Why are you crying? Not happy to see your little man?"
She shook her head instantly."no," she replied with a sniffle"no, baby, Mommy's just so happy to see you."she answered, as she hugged him once more letting her chin rest on his head.
Closing Thoughts- So! Other than scorning me for making y'all wait for so long, what did you think? I'll agree with my girl Arrylle, I did write Miguel a tad bitter in these past few chapters - But I have a reason for that! As Well as I kind of think he's a kind of justified cornering Daniel...just as much as (I think atleast.) Charity was justified, for keeping her secret.Anyhow, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writting it.
"I'm very pleased with her recovery, these past few days.She's making a complete turn around, although the manner she was stabbed that afternoon is tampering with her walking." Eve explained, a few mournings later as she and Miguel walked towards Charity's room.
"does this mean, she'll be paralysed?" he questioned feeliging slightly unsettled by Eve's present tone.
"no, " she breathed out with a smile"thank God, it's only temperary until she's fully healed." she concluded as they continued to walk silently.
With a brief unoticable pause, Eve kept on hesitantly walking over to Charity's hospital room...for days she had feared this meeting.Thoughts of what would be done, what would be said and how it would end.
As the mourning came upon her, Charity's eyes opened once more, searching the room filled with vibrant coulours she'd missed.Slightly feeling a bit soar she rose while slowly fixing her stance and sitting up in the hospital bed.Everything stood perfectlly still as here eyes stood fixaded on the diffrent assortments of flowers sparsed around the room filled with good luck wishes.
She turned slightly as she heared the small creak in the door ahead of her, and she glanced towards it holding out small hopes it was Daniel...or even Miguel, she didn't really care at this point, it had been days since she's seen a familiar face.
"hello dear," Betty smiled warmly, as she stepped inside Rose following not too far behind.
"hi." she responded quietly with a brush of a smile, " you've been working on me ever since I've gotten here right? You'd know why Eve's not letting me see any of my familly, my son," she rambelled, stress and slight hints of panic in her voice as her eyes searched those of Betty and Rose.
The two looked at eachother and back at Charity, both knowing very well why Charity was forbid to see any of her love ones until she was fully healed. Yet, both vowed not to tell her until the time was right.
Rose bit her lip in a hasty mannor as she looked away from Charity's eyes, and turned to the door.She didn't like what Eve and the rest of the staff had decided to ensure Charity's full recovery and in the past few days braught herself very close to telling Charity the truth, but she quickly silenced fearing her job might be in grave danger if she had.
"Rose," Charity spoke softly to her back " call me insane, but I have a feeling - I know, you have an answer as to where my son and family are.Please, just tell me." she ended pleaded calmly.
As much as all the fiber's in her being scremt to tell her the truth, she stood still back still to her, both Rose and Betty colsemouthed.
Charity nodded while she beggan to feel her face heat up, and her eyes begin to welled with frustrated tears." I - just don't get it." she went on with clenched theeth, and her fists balled up tightly at her sides.
"oh, honey..." Betty sighed remourcefully as she advanced towards her, dimishing any od Rose's thougths to tell Charity the real truth.
"it's alright - I'm fine, you know. Can I just, have some time alone, now...please." she continued holding back her tears.
"I'm afraid we can't do that, see, sweetheart we've come to get you started on your therapy."
"what do you mean 'get me started on my therapy'?" she questioned deffensively.
"when you..." she paused "when you got stabbed, - where you got stabbed effected your walking, and although you've recovered amazingly your still going to need some help walking again."
"I see." Charity responded crisply, fear ching through every part of her.
For the first time in a long time, she tossed over the covers of her bed and slid across it with a deep breath she let her foot hit the floor, feeling the slight chill she hadn't felt in what she'd thought was forever.She made her first step with vigillance, feeling as if these were the first steps she's ever made, discernmenting the slight brush of pain that came to her as she beggan almost thrwarting her to stop, however she still kept on knowing this was what she had to do.
She must have went at this all mourning trying to master something she thought she'd already learned.
The nurses hovered around clouding his sight of her as he stood at the foot of the door impatiently.Somewhere in the midst of everything he heard slight hints of her voice, and the glare of her hair somewhere in his sight.Slowly he braught his balled up fist to the door, and made a small rapping towards it.
Betty and Rose turned to it.
Rose smiled and her eyes lit up with excitement as she saw Miguel standing in the doorway, as Betty had a passive look of disdain in her dark eyes as she slid away reveiling Charity sitting in her wheel-chair.She pulled Rose to her side forcefully, while softly hissing towards her to stop smilling like a fool.
"well give you a few mintues alone," Betty spoke, as she dragged Rose out with her.
Charity caught onto the worry that had consumed his pressence, she smiled as she spoke.
"does it look that bad?" she chuckled wryly, reffering to her wheel-chair."it's not permanent," she explained as she looked up at him.
"no, it doesn't...I know," he replied as he stood motioning towards the loby outside, to talk some more.
With a receptive nod, Charity took a look around her chair and began to spin the wheels past him.
"do you need some help" he offered.
"no, I'm alright...thanks." she responded quietly, while making their way to the loby.Charity tunred the chair around to face him as she took a deep breath and searched the hallway ahead of her.
"I'll never be able to thank you enough, for all you've done for us."she finally spoke into the silence while looking at him once more.
He shrugged slightly with a wry smirk."it's alright - part of the job."
"and..." she paused looking down slightly as if looking for the right words to say what she had to say."and with that said, there's something I need to tell you...something I should of told you a long time ago."she concluded sitting back in her chair, watching his expressions.
Her mouth opened slightly, and she tried desperately to let the words come out as they did the days before when she'd practiced this moment.But they didn't..."Miguel, I..."
His eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he bore into her eyes, giving off what was once a soft look turned to a sudden rage."I already know Charity," he paused as he looked at her saddened, and angered.
The drive upto Harmony Hospital that mourning was an eventfull one, as Jhon agreed to carry his old friend Jessica Bennet along with him to visit Charity know that she'd made a perfect recovery.
On the way there the two talked about allot, mostly Jessica as Jhon quietly drove and obseerved her go on and on...he had to admit he'd missed his little motor mouth of a 'fake' little sister.As she finished catching Jhon up on her life in every aspect possible she turned to him her eyes a bit sullen and her smile slightly fadded, into a soft from as she asked.
"have you spoken to them yet?"
'Them' being his parents he knew all to well she'd want to talk about it, seeing as the news hit her the hardest out of everyone who learned.He was quiet at first contining to keep his eyes plastered onto the road as he drove, looking at Jessica's expecting visage.He sighed while replying that he hadn't exactlly done that quite yet, that he was only expecting on seeing Charity at most even seeing Daniel if he could and then heading back home, and away from his said family.
Finally his glances turned to her capturing the look of dissapointment in her deep eyes, while she turned to the window speaking not a word else as they drove on.
Walking down the familiar hallways once more, his pace stopping as a familiar pressence turned to him.Eyes like his with bright and apparent glimmers of joy in them as the man slightly approached him.
"son?" his voice called out with slight signs of hope.
Jhon turned around, once more shoving his quivering hands in his pant pocket."it's me father."
He tried to hold is anger inside of him, knowing that now wasn't the best time for him to bring up Daniel's true paternity, but, the more he'd spent time with him...the more Miguel knew he loved his little boy more than he'd ever would've known, and, the more it hurt to be torn from him for so long.
"what? How did you find out?" Charity questioned frazzeled by his statements.
Miguel shook his head dimissively" that really doesn't matter right now, but you know what does Charity? " he questioned rhetoriclly now glaring at Charity" that you've had my little boy - our little boy, and not once have you bothered to tell me.Tell me, what would've happen when you healed huh ? Were you just going to pack up and leave, and never tell me?" he menaced her with questions as Charity sat.
"how did you find this out?" she demanded clenching to the bars in her wheel-chair.
"through the blood tests Charity," he sputtered"now answer me, if this never happened, if Jackson wasn't in the picture...if he handn't hurt you - hell if you weren't clinging to your life in that hospital room, would you have told me the truth?" he finished asking her, looking deeply in her eyes, hoping she would say yes, and tell him this was all some kind of misuderstanding.
"no." she replied boldly her words falling into the silent loby."and I'd be damn well justified, do you think I was going to sit here and wait for you to deside which child you'd rather father, Miguel ? NO, I couldn't do that to Kay, and I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to Daniel.Neither of us deserved to raise a child with a part - time father. So yes, I left with your child, and -" she paused, tightning her jaw" and if things hadn't happened the way they have, I probably still would have."
"DAMMIT! Charity, why does this always have to come back to what happened before you left? You know I'd never do that to you.To Daniel,"
"well, excuse me if I didn't feel that way at the time."she thundered.
"why can't you see that I've changed?" he questioned again voice mildly weakened as everything spoken was going into the core of his emotions.
"why can't you see that I'VE changed, too? Miguel, I'm not the same fool that fell in love with you.I grew up," she smiled sadly" there wasn't anything else I could've done but grow up, I was eight-teen with a baby and - and a husband who thought the best way to show that he loved me was to hit me."
"then why the hell didn't you leave?"
"I couldn't." she responded, eyes glossy and voice just as much weakened as him." I - thought I could change him, obviously I didn't know how wrong I was; But that doesn't matter now does it, what does," she paused looking at him with disdain, the hurt she'd felt when she was betrayed reserfacing " is that Daniel's spent three years of his life without you, and he'll continue to do the same."
He couldn't believe the words he heard, but the glower of anger that brushed Charity's faint eyes told him everything.
"Charity, Daniel is my son.My blood is flowing through his viens, and if you think he's going to spent the rest of his life without me...your harshly mistaken."he spoke in a hushed roar."don't make me take him from you, because of this---"
"you listen to me," she interupting waggin her finger in retort." I have been a mother and a father to that little boy, for as long as he was born.I was there when Jackson chose to leave us with no signs of return, not you.I've loved him, and cared for him and I'd rather die here and now than let you take him from me, understand ?" she asserted, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks.
Miguel shook his head, before speaking once more" Charity..."
"I'm not finished---" she beggan, before they both turned to Marcus standing in the beggining of the loby holding Daniel in his arms.
They both ceased their argument, as Charity wiped away the marks od tears that formed on her face, before smiling at her son.
Daniel looked at the women with the slight shimmer of resemblance, and it came to him.It was his Mommy, he wriggled anxiously in Marcus' arms as he finally set him on the ground.
"MOMMY!" he screetched into the room while jumping into the wheelchair with her, and comensing to squeeze the life out of her."never ever leave me again, promise?"
"promise." she responded quietly, as his tiny stuby hand made their way to her face and her warm tears began to fall again as she'd missed his small hands.
"pinky swear?" he pressed, as he detached himself from the hug.
Charity shut her eyes momentarilly letting Daniel's sink in, as she opened them once more taking his hand and kissing it soflly."double pinky swear," she responded with a teary smile.
He cocked his brow slightly as he looked at her acutely"Mommy? Why are you crying? Not happy to see your little man?"
She shook her head instantly."no," she replied with a sniffle"no, baby, Mommy's just so happy to see you."she answered, as she hugged him once more letting her chin rest on his head.
Closing Thoughts- So! Other than scorning me for making y'all wait for so long, what did you think? I'll agree with my girl Arrylle, I did write Miguel a tad bitter in these past few chapters - But I have a reason for that! As Well as I kind of think he's a kind of justified cornering Daniel...just as much as (I think atleast.) Charity was justified, for keeping her secret.Anyhow, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writting it.