Chapter eight: Fateful Sting
A/N: I decided to write this because I wasn't ready to end the story just yet and I needed another element of suspense for you all. I also wanted to write this in third person the whole time because I wanted the point of views of both Mort and Alana as you read it. If I just made it in Alana's POV...well you'll figure out why. :)
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Still in third person POV
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Alana and Mort were heading out the door for her appointment as Alana stopped to talk to Jamie.
"Are you sure you'll be okay taking care of the house by yourself? I mean if it'll be a big deal I'll reschedule the appointment and--" she began before Jamie slowly hugged her.
"I'm going to be fine. I promise. You don't need to worry about me at all. Dinner should be ready by the time you two get back. Now I want you to go..." she pulled away from her sister and gently kissed her on the cheek. "...and be positive I've got a niece or nephew understand?" she asked her as Mort took Alana's hand. She nodded and followed Mort out to his jeep, climbing inside as he turned it on. Jamie continued standing on the porch as she watched them drive off. Alana stared out the open window as millions of trees went by, Mort glancing at her quickly, not wanting to keep his eyes away from the road too long.
"Sorry...but the windows don't roll up...Are you excited?" he asked her and she looked at him, smiling.
"Absolutely. There's nothing I'm ready for more than to find out we're going to be parents! It'll be like one big happy family." she grinned and he laughed a little before nodding in agreement. It was at that moment that they came to a stop light. Alana completely froze as she looked out the window to notice an enormous bee hive. "Mort keep moving..." she stated as he checked the light.
"Its still red, do you want me going to jail again?" he asked as Alana watched a bee slowly near the car. She bit her lower lip.
"Please Mort...please go..." she said, not wanting to move, half afraid the bee would sense her. She practically screamed as it landed on her arm, feeling warm tears coming to her eyes. And just as she had suspected...it stung her before flying off. "Dammit...Mort please get me to..." she stopped talking, and began pointing at her throat.
"Alana...what...what the hell is the matter?" he asked, now driving past the light. He glanced quickly at her arm and noticed it was swelling incredibly fast. "Oh shit!" he said, turning into the hospital's emergency room parking lot. "Honey, hold on..." he parked the car and turned to her, noticing red spots and swelling all over her body. She was no longer looking at him, she was now against the door and from what Mort could tell...she wasn't breathing. "Oh fuck..." he quickly got out of the car and to the other side, opening the door and letting Alana's body fall into his arms.
He practically ran inside. "Will somebody please fucking help me over here!?" he yelled as everyone looked at him when he entered. The only one that didn't look up was the counter lady and she was too busy on the phone to realize what was going on. (A/N: Don't you hate that?)
"I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to wait--" she began before Mort walked over to the counter, showing her Alana's body.
"SHE cannot wait! I think she's having an allergic reaction to something and you don't understand she could--" he was also stopped when a doctor touched his shoulder.
"I can help you...but we've only got a few with me and hurry." he said as Mort willingly followed him. The mysterious doctor led him into a nearby operating room and told Mort to set her down on the table. A few more nurses were inside as well and one of them began to lead Mort out of the room.
"Hey, hey woah. I need to be in there she's my...my girlfriend. Listen lady she could be pregnant you can't make me leave her like this!" he said, trying to fight his way back into the room.
"I'm sorry mister but we can't allow even you to be in there. We'll do our best to save both her and the baby...please wait out here." she stated before slamming the door in his face. He walked to a nearby chair and buried his face in his hands, feeling tears stream uncontrollably down his face.
'Please...don't let Alana leave me...and I don't want to lose another child...' he thought to himself, before leaning back in the chair, not caring who was watching him cry. He shut his eyes and let himself continue crying. 'Why is it that when I finally feel close to someone...they disappear...except Shooter...I wouldn't give a shit if he was gone.' he continued, walking back to the outside wall of the operating room. He pressed his forehead against the cold cement wall, slamming a fist against it. 'Don't leave me...' was the last thing he thought before he head the door open next to him. The nurse standing there was biting her lower lip, doing her best to avoid Mort's stare.
"You may...go in now..." she said, so quietly it was almost a whisper. He hurriedly walked into the room to see Alana hooked up to a bunch of tubes and her eyes still weren't open. All but one of the nurses were standing on either sides of the room, and soon after Mort entered, they left. The doctor that had offered to help was also gone and it was now only Mort, Alana and the nurse that let Mort in. He slowly walked to the bedside and knelt down, taking one of Alana's hands in his own.
"Is she...going to be alright?" he asked the nurse, not bothering to turn to her. She swallowed.
"We're not sure...its only a matter of time. Doctor Stevens did all he could and now its up to her and her immune system. He also went to look up her information to call a family member...and if you believe in God...maybe you should ask Him for some guidance as well. You never know what might happen..." she said. "I can leave you alone though if you...want me to..." she whispered. Mort nodded and she quietly left the room.
"Alana honey...you can't..." he swallowed, trying not to let himself cry again. "...you can't give up okay? You have to pull through this...not just for my sake but for yours as well. We can't be one big happy family without the mom...right? So you see please...don't leave this world without giving me some sort of sign first...okay?" he bit his lower lip and looked away from her closed eyes, feeling himself wanting to cry again. He sat up a little bit and kissed her lips strongly, possibly hoping he could give some of his life to her. When he pulled away he sighed heavily, knowing that it couldn't have worked. At that moment he turned his attention to her stomach. He smiled, thinking about his child. Then he bent down and kissed her torso. "I love you...both of you..." he quietly said, looking from both Alana's face to her stomach. 'Please...don't either of you leave me.' His thoughts were then interrupted as he heard someone burst through the door. He turned to see a worn out Jamie, who looked like she ran the whole way here. Her face was also tear-stained as she neared him and they hugged quickly before Jamie turned her attention to her sister.
"I can't believe she never told you about her allergies to bees...of course she never wanted anyone to worry about her..." she said, pushing some hair away from Alana's forehead.
"Its too late for that...I know of at least two people who are already worried sick about her. The doctor called you didn't he? Do you know if he called anyone else?" Mort asked, standing on the other side of Alana's hospital bed. Jamie nodded and wiped her eyes.
"He said he was going to call our parents too. My mom will be scared to death but my dad...I just hope he will look past what mistake she made back then and forgive Alana for leaving the house with Kevin. She knows that what she did was wrong and my mom wants to forgive her but...dad holds a strong grudge...I don't know if he will even care anymore. But I think if I can forgive her...he can too." she said, smiling a little at Mort. "We didn't have a very pleasant teenage life." He nodded, not wanting to have to question it.
"Do you know when they will be here? I'm kind of nervous to meet them because Alana's never taken me over there to see them." he looked at Alana, and felt that crying sensation wash over him again. "I really hope she just...pulls through." Jamie nodded and looked away as she began crying uncontrollably.
A/N: Talk about dramatic! I think I did that scene the way I had planned it. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I wanted you all to. And the next chapter maybe Mort will finally meet Alana and Jamie's parents. Or maybe just Alana's mom will come...only I know! You just need to do me two things...1) REVIEW!!! 2) Keep on reading!
A/N: I decided to write this because I wasn't ready to end the story just yet and I needed another element of suspense for you all. I also wanted to write this in third person the whole time because I wanted the point of views of both Mort and Alana as you read it. If I just made it in Alana's POV...well you'll figure out why. :)
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Still in third person POV
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Alana and Mort were heading out the door for her appointment as Alana stopped to talk to Jamie.
"Are you sure you'll be okay taking care of the house by yourself? I mean if it'll be a big deal I'll reschedule the appointment and--" she began before Jamie slowly hugged her.
"I'm going to be fine. I promise. You don't need to worry about me at all. Dinner should be ready by the time you two get back. Now I want you to go..." she pulled away from her sister and gently kissed her on the cheek. "...and be positive I've got a niece or nephew understand?" she asked her as Mort took Alana's hand. She nodded and followed Mort out to his jeep, climbing inside as he turned it on. Jamie continued standing on the porch as she watched them drive off. Alana stared out the open window as millions of trees went by, Mort glancing at her quickly, not wanting to keep his eyes away from the road too long.
"Sorry...but the windows don't roll up...Are you excited?" he asked her and she looked at him, smiling.
"Absolutely. There's nothing I'm ready for more than to find out we're going to be parents! It'll be like one big happy family." she grinned and he laughed a little before nodding in agreement. It was at that moment that they came to a stop light. Alana completely froze as she looked out the window to notice an enormous bee hive. "Mort keep moving..." she stated as he checked the light.
"Its still red, do you want me going to jail again?" he asked as Alana watched a bee slowly near the car. She bit her lower lip.
"Please Mort...please go..." she said, not wanting to move, half afraid the bee would sense her. She practically screamed as it landed on her arm, feeling warm tears coming to her eyes. And just as she had suspected...it stung her before flying off. "Dammit...Mort please get me to..." she stopped talking, and began pointing at her throat.
"Alana...what...what the hell is the matter?" he asked, now driving past the light. He glanced quickly at her arm and noticed it was swelling incredibly fast. "Oh shit!" he said, turning into the hospital's emergency room parking lot. "Honey, hold on..." he parked the car and turned to her, noticing red spots and swelling all over her body. She was no longer looking at him, she was now against the door and from what Mort could tell...she wasn't breathing. "Oh fuck..." he quickly got out of the car and to the other side, opening the door and letting Alana's body fall into his arms.
He practically ran inside. "Will somebody please fucking help me over here!?" he yelled as everyone looked at him when he entered. The only one that didn't look up was the counter lady and she was too busy on the phone to realize what was going on. (A/N: Don't you hate that?)
"I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to wait--" she began before Mort walked over to the counter, showing her Alana's body.
"SHE cannot wait! I think she's having an allergic reaction to something and you don't understand she could--" he was also stopped when a doctor touched his shoulder.
"I can help you...but we've only got a few with me and hurry." he said as Mort willingly followed him. The mysterious doctor led him into a nearby operating room and told Mort to set her down on the table. A few more nurses were inside as well and one of them began to lead Mort out of the room.
"Hey, hey woah. I need to be in there she's my...my girlfriend. Listen lady she could be pregnant you can't make me leave her like this!" he said, trying to fight his way back into the room.
"I'm sorry mister but we can't allow even you to be in there. We'll do our best to save both her and the baby...please wait out here." she stated before slamming the door in his face. He walked to a nearby chair and buried his face in his hands, feeling tears stream uncontrollably down his face.
'Please...don't let Alana leave me...and I don't want to lose another child...' he thought to himself, before leaning back in the chair, not caring who was watching him cry. He shut his eyes and let himself continue crying. 'Why is it that when I finally feel close to someone...they disappear...except Shooter...I wouldn't give a shit if he was gone.' he continued, walking back to the outside wall of the operating room. He pressed his forehead against the cold cement wall, slamming a fist against it. 'Don't leave me...' was the last thing he thought before he head the door open next to him. The nurse standing there was biting her lower lip, doing her best to avoid Mort's stare.
"You may...go in now..." she said, so quietly it was almost a whisper. He hurriedly walked into the room to see Alana hooked up to a bunch of tubes and her eyes still weren't open. All but one of the nurses were standing on either sides of the room, and soon after Mort entered, they left. The doctor that had offered to help was also gone and it was now only Mort, Alana and the nurse that let Mort in. He slowly walked to the bedside and knelt down, taking one of Alana's hands in his own.
"Is she...going to be alright?" he asked the nurse, not bothering to turn to her. She swallowed.
"We're not sure...its only a matter of time. Doctor Stevens did all he could and now its up to her and her immune system. He also went to look up her information to call a family member...and if you believe in God...maybe you should ask Him for some guidance as well. You never know what might happen..." she said. "I can leave you alone though if you...want me to..." she whispered. Mort nodded and she quietly left the room.
"Alana honey...you can't..." he swallowed, trying not to let himself cry again. "...you can't give up okay? You have to pull through this...not just for my sake but for yours as well. We can't be one big happy family without the mom...right? So you see please...don't leave this world without giving me some sort of sign first...okay?" he bit his lower lip and looked away from her closed eyes, feeling himself wanting to cry again. He sat up a little bit and kissed her lips strongly, possibly hoping he could give some of his life to her. When he pulled away he sighed heavily, knowing that it couldn't have worked. At that moment he turned his attention to her stomach. He smiled, thinking about his child. Then he bent down and kissed her torso. "I love you...both of you..." he quietly said, looking from both Alana's face to her stomach. 'Please...don't either of you leave me.' His thoughts were then interrupted as he heard someone burst through the door. He turned to see a worn out Jamie, who looked like she ran the whole way here. Her face was also tear-stained as she neared him and they hugged quickly before Jamie turned her attention to her sister.
"I can't believe she never told you about her allergies to bees...of course she never wanted anyone to worry about her..." she said, pushing some hair away from Alana's forehead.
"Its too late for that...I know of at least two people who are already worried sick about her. The doctor called you didn't he? Do you know if he called anyone else?" Mort asked, standing on the other side of Alana's hospital bed. Jamie nodded and wiped her eyes.
"He said he was going to call our parents too. My mom will be scared to death but my dad...I just hope he will look past what mistake she made back then and forgive Alana for leaving the house with Kevin. She knows that what she did was wrong and my mom wants to forgive her but...dad holds a strong grudge...I don't know if he will even care anymore. But I think if I can forgive her...he can too." she said, smiling a little at Mort. "We didn't have a very pleasant teenage life." He nodded, not wanting to have to question it.
"Do you know when they will be here? I'm kind of nervous to meet them because Alana's never taken me over there to see them." he looked at Alana, and felt that crying sensation wash over him again. "I really hope she just...pulls through." Jamie nodded and looked away as she began crying uncontrollably.
A/N: Talk about dramatic! I think I did that scene the way I had planned it. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I wanted you all to. And the next chapter maybe Mort will finally meet Alana and Jamie's parents. Or maybe just Alana's mom will come...only I know! You just need to do me two things...1) REVIEW!!! 2) Keep on reading!