Stronger Than Ever
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Chapter Two: It Seemed To Take Forever
Danny's POV
The ambulance ride was all a blur to me. I can hardly remember it, though I can definately remember the rest. I was really shoken up, I think. I don't really know. All I know is, it seemed to take forever.
When I got there, a nurse asked me if I wanted to call Becky's husband and let him know what happened, or if they should. I said I would, even though I didn't want to. But Jesse would probably rather hear it from me than some strange nurse-lady. So, I dialed our familiar number of 555-2424, and my 11-year-old daughter Michelle answered. "Michelle? This is Daddy. Could you put your Uncle Jesse on the phone?"
"Sure. Is something wrong, Dad?"
"Just put Jesse on the phone, please, honey."
"Okay."
It seemed to take forever for Jesse to get to the phone.
Jesse's POV
"Yes, Danny? Is something wrong? Michelle says you sounded like something was wrong."
"Jesse, I'm not going to ramble, I'm not going to start talking and talking about things that really have nothing to do with the situation. No. No beating around the bush, I'm just going to get straight to it.
"Danny. Stop rambling." Sometimes Danny's rambles can really get on my nerves.
"Okay. So, Becky and I were just getting gas because we were running low, and we went inside, and a man came in and he shot Becky. I don't know if she's okay or not yet-"
"Whoa, wait a second, back up. My dear sweet innocent Rebecca got shot? Is she okay? What about the baby? Is the baby okay?" Michelle was with me in the room, and her eyes bugged out when she heard me say Becky got shot.
"I don't know, Jesse."
"Oh my god. I'll be right there."
"Get everyone and bring them down."
We hung up, and I filled Michelle in. She basically had the same reaction as me. "Oh my god," she said, "But just so you know, D.J.'s out with Steve."
"Have Joey find her. I want to get there NOW!"
"Okay"
From then on until we got to the hospital seemed to take forever. Michelle told Joey, I rounded up Nicky and Alex, Joey went to find D.J., and after what seemed like an eternity, we finally got there. Then we sat there for a very long time just waiting, waiting in silence. Finally, the doctor came out.
"Which one of you three gentlemen (she was reffering to Danny, me, and Joey) is Rebecca's husband Jesse?" she asked.
"I am."
"Okay, Jesse. I am pleased to inform you that both wife and baby are doing great."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Rebecca is in surgery and will beout in about an hour. Then you can go see her by yourself, andthen you can take the family in one at a time."
"Okay. Thank you so much."
I had never been more relieved.
"She was hit in a spot in the chest where there are no organs to be damaged, and it missed the baby.She was very lucky."
I didn't doubt that.
"Daddy, who hurt Mommy?" asked my six-year-old son, Nicky.
"I don't know, son. But if I did, I'd want to hurt him very bad for what he did to the love of my life."
Yeah. The love of my life. I don't think my love for her had ever been stronger than it has been since that day.
"This is all my fault," said Danny.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Then Danny told me this horrible story about how the guy was going to shoot him, but when he protested he shot Becky. I was about to console him when Stephanie did so first.
"Dad," she said, "there was really nothing you could do. You couldn't control what that guy did. It was his fault, not yours. He was the one who robbed the convenience store," she said.
I could not agree more with what she had said. But the rest of the hour seemed to take forever.
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