Abby reached her desired destination within minutes. She couldn't
believe how claustrophobic she had felt while standing in that room
surrounded by her friends and the man that she loved. No-one knew what she
was feeling, even she didn't know how she was feeling. How could she
explain to others what she felt when she couldn't make sense of it in her
own head.
Standing on the roof she felt all her troubles fly away with the wind that had started to blow. The darkness of the sky seemed to mirror her mood as she made her way to the edge of the roof. The edge that had been her sanctuary for so long. Many a time she had stood up here making decisions, running away from problems or just to celebrate good times. Not that there were many of the latter. More often or not was that she came up to make painful descisions in her life.
She could still remember the night John had proposed to her. She had just had the two worst days of the year. Her brother's plane had gone off radar, leading her to believe he was dead. She had proceed to get drunk for the first time in a while. It had felt good at the time but she knew that she would regret it. John had come home early from his scuba diving trip, her mother had shown up. Her brother's plane had eventually turned up without her brother. She had been relieved in a way. She had come up to the roof to end her hellish days and that was when John had found her and proposed.
Why hadn't she said yes? It was a question that plagued her till now. It would probably still plague her until the day she died. 'Maybe if I had said yes I wouldn't be in the mess I am right now." She thought to herself. 'If I had said yes and married him, he wouldn't have gone to the Congo. I wouldn't have spent an entire pregnancy alone. My baby wouldn't have been born early and maybe she wouldn't be in surgery right now.'
Thoughts swirled in her head. She thought back to what she had asked young Alex to do for her and Holly. She wasn't a religious person herself but she dropped to her knees. "Lord, I know I don't speak to you often, in fact I don't remember the last time I spoke to you, but I really need your help. My baby daughter is going through surgery right now and I need you to look over her and keep her safe and well. I need her Lord. Please help her."
John stood behind Abby as she finished saying her little prayer. He didn't want to interrupt her but he knew she would want to hear what he had to say. "Abby."
Abby's head shot around at his voice. She stared up at him with tear filled eyes. "Is she out?" The question seemed to stick in her throat. John nodded his head. "Is she...............okay?" She stuttered the last word out.
"Elizabeth wants to talk to us." He helped her to her feet and led her back down the dimly lit stair case. His arm was protectively round her shoulder. She reached her hand up to grip his hand. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Abby no matter what happens, know that I am here for you."
"Thanks." She replied as they reached their floor. Opening the door Abby squinted her eyes against the harsh lighting of the corridor. John led her along the corridor to Elizabeth's office.
"Hi." Elizabeth's soft English accent was heard as they entered the office. "Have a seat." She told them pointing to the comfy sofa that sat along a wall that seemed to be adorned with Ella's art work. Sitting on the sofa, John's arm stayed around Abby's shoulder. Looking at her face she looked ready to burst into tears at any second, no matter what the outcome. "I just want to say, you have a fighter for a daughter." Abby let out a gasp when she heard that. "She came through the surgery all right, but I warn you she isn't out of the woods yet. There is a possibility that she may need further surgery in the next year."
"Thank you Elizabeth." Abby's voice came out very small. She reached her hand out to Elizabeth, who graciously took it. "Thank you for saving our daughters life."
"You are welcome. I told you before the surgery that I would do everything in my power to save her."
"And you did. I will forever be indebted to you." Abby continued as the tears flowed down her cheeks. "Can we see her?"
"Only for a few minutes. And please don't be alarmed by what you see." Elizabeth told them leading them along the corridor and up the stairs to the NICU.
Back up in the NICU Abby an John headed over to their daughters incubator. Halfway across, John reached out and took Abby's hand into his own. She smiled weakly up to him. As they got nearer to the incubator he could feel Abby's hand getting tighter round his own. He could feel her hand trembling in his own. He was fighting hard to stop himself from trembling.
As they both looked at their daughter, lying with every possible machine attached to her, they could help but let out a cry. Abby began sobbing as John pulled her closer to him, letting her lean against him. He stroked her back whispering to her. "We'll get through this, I promise you."
A.N - Another two chapters this weekend. I have no clue where this has all come from but I hope you are enjoying it.
Standing on the roof she felt all her troubles fly away with the wind that had started to blow. The darkness of the sky seemed to mirror her mood as she made her way to the edge of the roof. The edge that had been her sanctuary for so long. Many a time she had stood up here making decisions, running away from problems or just to celebrate good times. Not that there were many of the latter. More often or not was that she came up to make painful descisions in her life.
She could still remember the night John had proposed to her. She had just had the two worst days of the year. Her brother's plane had gone off radar, leading her to believe he was dead. She had proceed to get drunk for the first time in a while. It had felt good at the time but she knew that she would regret it. John had come home early from his scuba diving trip, her mother had shown up. Her brother's plane had eventually turned up without her brother. She had been relieved in a way. She had come up to the roof to end her hellish days and that was when John had found her and proposed.
Why hadn't she said yes? It was a question that plagued her till now. It would probably still plague her until the day she died. 'Maybe if I had said yes I wouldn't be in the mess I am right now." She thought to herself. 'If I had said yes and married him, he wouldn't have gone to the Congo. I wouldn't have spent an entire pregnancy alone. My baby wouldn't have been born early and maybe she wouldn't be in surgery right now.'
Thoughts swirled in her head. She thought back to what she had asked young Alex to do for her and Holly. She wasn't a religious person herself but she dropped to her knees. "Lord, I know I don't speak to you often, in fact I don't remember the last time I spoke to you, but I really need your help. My baby daughter is going through surgery right now and I need you to look over her and keep her safe and well. I need her Lord. Please help her."
John stood behind Abby as she finished saying her little prayer. He didn't want to interrupt her but he knew she would want to hear what he had to say. "Abby."
Abby's head shot around at his voice. She stared up at him with tear filled eyes. "Is she out?" The question seemed to stick in her throat. John nodded his head. "Is she...............okay?" She stuttered the last word out.
"Elizabeth wants to talk to us." He helped her to her feet and led her back down the dimly lit stair case. His arm was protectively round her shoulder. She reached her hand up to grip his hand. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Abby no matter what happens, know that I am here for you."
"Thanks." She replied as they reached their floor. Opening the door Abby squinted her eyes against the harsh lighting of the corridor. John led her along the corridor to Elizabeth's office.
"Hi." Elizabeth's soft English accent was heard as they entered the office. "Have a seat." She told them pointing to the comfy sofa that sat along a wall that seemed to be adorned with Ella's art work. Sitting on the sofa, John's arm stayed around Abby's shoulder. Looking at her face she looked ready to burst into tears at any second, no matter what the outcome. "I just want to say, you have a fighter for a daughter." Abby let out a gasp when she heard that. "She came through the surgery all right, but I warn you she isn't out of the woods yet. There is a possibility that she may need further surgery in the next year."
"Thank you Elizabeth." Abby's voice came out very small. She reached her hand out to Elizabeth, who graciously took it. "Thank you for saving our daughters life."
"You are welcome. I told you before the surgery that I would do everything in my power to save her."
"And you did. I will forever be indebted to you." Abby continued as the tears flowed down her cheeks. "Can we see her?"
"Only for a few minutes. And please don't be alarmed by what you see." Elizabeth told them leading them along the corridor and up the stairs to the NICU.
Back up in the NICU Abby an John headed over to their daughters incubator. Halfway across, John reached out and took Abby's hand into his own. She smiled weakly up to him. As they got nearer to the incubator he could feel Abby's hand getting tighter round his own. He could feel her hand trembling in his own. He was fighting hard to stop himself from trembling.
As they both looked at their daughter, lying with every possible machine attached to her, they could help but let out a cry. Abby began sobbing as John pulled her closer to him, letting her lean against him. He stroked her back whispering to her. "We'll get through this, I promise you."
A.N - Another two chapters this weekend. I have no clue where this has all come from but I hope you are enjoying it.