Chapter 2 – The News
"Wha-what?" stammered Emily. "When? Is he going to be okay?"
"It was a pretty bad heart attack, Emily," said Charlie. "He still isn't breathing on his own. They've hooked him up to a machine."
They all squeezed into Charlie's car, the Junk Bucket, as it was called. He had had the car since he was 17 and refused to buy a new one. It wasn't that he couldn't afford one, (Watson was a millionaire, after all). Charlie just felt a connection for the Junk Bucket. It had been his first ever car! They'd driven everywhere together!
Emily, Karen and Kristy wept the whole way to the hospital.
When they arrived, the first thing Emily saw was her father lying there in the hospital bed...motionless. He looked so small and helpless!
Emily then noticed her mother standing beside Watson. She was holding onto his hand, crying her eyes out. As soon as Emily saw her she burst out in tears and ran to her for a hug.
"Oh, Mom!" whimpered Emily. "Will he be okay?"
"I hope so Emily Michelle," answered Elizabeth "I really, really, hope so."
A nurse walked in and motioned for Elizabeth to come outside for a moment.
When Elizabeth had left, Kristy and Karen walked over to Emily and the three of them had a big cuddle.
Elizabeth walked back in, crying even more than before.
"Mom, what's wrong?" asked Charlie.
Elizabeth sighed, and said, "Unfortunately, the doctors cannot get your father's heart to start working again, so he will need a heart transplant."
That did it. Emily ran out of the room screaming and balling her eyes out. Elizabeth chased after her.
"Emily!" she called.
Emily stopped running and looked at her mother. She ran to her and hugged her as tight as she could.
"Why did this have to happen to my dad?" whimpered Emily. "Out of all the fathers in the world...why my dad?"
Elizabeth sighed. "I know. It's not fair, is it?"
"Mom," asked Emily. "Could you tell me the truth about something?"
"Of course," answered Elizabeth.
"Is Dad's operation going to be competely succesful?"
"It's not certain, sweetie," Elizabeth said. "There's a 50/50 chance, and we're going to have to take it, sweetie. This transplant is our only hope."
Emily's tears began flooding down her cheeks again.
"Tell you what," began Elizabeth. "If we all pray that Dad will be alright, then he probably will be." Emily smiled at the thought.
"Wha-what?" stammered Emily. "When? Is he going to be okay?"
"It was a pretty bad heart attack, Emily," said Charlie. "He still isn't breathing on his own. They've hooked him up to a machine."
They all squeezed into Charlie's car, the Junk Bucket, as it was called. He had had the car since he was 17 and refused to buy a new one. It wasn't that he couldn't afford one, (Watson was a millionaire, after all). Charlie just felt a connection for the Junk Bucket. It had been his first ever car! They'd driven everywhere together!
Emily, Karen and Kristy wept the whole way to the hospital.
When they arrived, the first thing Emily saw was her father lying there in the hospital bed...motionless. He looked so small and helpless!
Emily then noticed her mother standing beside Watson. She was holding onto his hand, crying her eyes out. As soon as Emily saw her she burst out in tears and ran to her for a hug.
"Oh, Mom!" whimpered Emily. "Will he be okay?"
"I hope so Emily Michelle," answered Elizabeth "I really, really, hope so."
A nurse walked in and motioned for Elizabeth to come outside for a moment.
When Elizabeth had left, Kristy and Karen walked over to Emily and the three of them had a big cuddle.
Elizabeth walked back in, crying even more than before.
"Mom, what's wrong?" asked Charlie.
Elizabeth sighed, and said, "Unfortunately, the doctors cannot get your father's heart to start working again, so he will need a heart transplant."
That did it. Emily ran out of the room screaming and balling her eyes out. Elizabeth chased after her.
"Emily!" she called.
Emily stopped running and looked at her mother. She ran to her and hugged her as tight as she could.
"Why did this have to happen to my dad?" whimpered Emily. "Out of all the fathers in the world...why my dad?"
Elizabeth sighed. "I know. It's not fair, is it?"
"Mom," asked Emily. "Could you tell me the truth about something?"
"Of course," answered Elizabeth.
"Is Dad's operation going to be competely succesful?"
"It's not certain, sweetie," Elizabeth said. "There's a 50/50 chance, and we're going to have to take it, sweetie. This transplant is our only hope."
Emily's tears began flooding down her cheeks again.
"Tell you what," began Elizabeth. "If we all pray that Dad will be alright, then he probably will be." Emily smiled at the thought.