Disclaimer: I own ONLY AnneMarie, Fabiola, Madam Velosomikh, Madamé Císerosa, K.C. Anderson, Amelia Herrington, and baby Mariah.
Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at AdorableKittens2002Yahoo.com or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. =) Happy Reading! =)
In This Room
Two weeks later Tommy sat by Kimberly's side in her flower filled hospital room, with Mariah on his lap, quietly reading her a story. Kimberly had a very rough week in the hospital, her heart slowing down to faint unsteady beating that lasted almost a full day, before slowly speeding back up. Tommy had decided it best to limit visitors to only himself, AnneMarie, Mariah, David, Jason and both his and Kimberly's parents. However, for the time being, he had decided that it was best if only Mariah remained in the room. Tommy felt bad about asking everybody else to leave, yet he felt that only immediate family should be there. Tommy wanted to spend time with just his daughter and his wife, while he still could.
Mariah sat quietly on Tommy's lap, listening to the stories he read her, looking around the room every once in a while, instead of at the book in front of her. At one point, she reached her arm out to the side, gently touching Kimberly's pale face, with her tiny hand. Tommy sighed, closing the book, realizing that Mariah really wasn't very interested in the story after all. He watched as she touched Kimberly's face, first her nose, then her cheek.
"You miss Mommy, don't you?" Tommy asked softly. Mariah looked up at him, her brown eyes open wide, as she sucked on her pacifier, then turned to look back to Kimberly, slowly squirming in Tommy's arms. "I miss Mommy too . . ." Tommy admitted softly. Mariah reached further toward Kimberly, as Tommy slowly loosened his arm around her. Mariah managed to squirm out of Tommy's arms, and onto Kimberly's chest, where she laid down with her head against Kimberly's heart. Tommy smiled seeing one of Mariah's arms out to her side, draped over Kimberly's chest, with the other holding onto a lock of Kimberly's long Burnet hair. A tear slowly made its way down Tommy's face, seeing his daughter laying perfectly still, as her eyes began to close. He gently stroked her back, as his thoughts drifted back to a few weeks earlier when Kimberly had fallen asleep with Mariah soundly sleeping on her chest, in the same exact position she was now.
The past couple weeks had been so rough on Tommy, with the current one being the hardest of all, since Kimberly's accident. He had finally started to accept the doctor's prognoses, being that the longer Kimberly's coma continued, the shadier the outlook for recovery. Kimberly's punctured lung seemed to be healing quickly, and some of the swelling in her spine had gone down, but her heart was another story. Just yesterday, the alarm rang at the nurse's station, when Kimberly's heart rate dropped severely low. Tommy shed more tears as he remembered the panic that ran through him. Having his wife in the hospital was one thing, but teetering on the verge of death was another.
Kimberly meant everything in the world to Tommy, and more. He loved her more than life itself, and would have given up his own life in order to save her's. He hated feeling helpless as he sat next to Kimberly, hour after hour, day after day. Many friends and family members dropped by bringing food, cards and flowers from various different people who knew and/or loved Kimberly over the years. Tommy sighed, remembering all the flowers Christine and Darlene brought by the hospital daily, just to switch them out with others that had been there longer, which were then taken home to decorate Tommy and Kimberly's house. Another tear rolled down Tommy's cheek as an old song began to play through his head.
In this room
lives the sweet ghost
of a love gone away
it comes to me
whispering the things you used to say
between hills and valleys
the softness where we lay
in this room
it's lonely now
in this room
I can barely breathe
this air that speaks your name
it flows through me
from each corner
from the window frame
where we used to watch together
for the sun to rise again
in this room
I miss you
in this room
there's a place on the wall
a picture of you and me
In this room
I can recall
the dreams you shared with me
and it felt like a castle
now it feels more like a tomb
in this room
I remember
they say true love never dies
but sometimes lovers do
and few ever realize
the kind of love we knew
in this room
there were flowers
sent to ease the pain
and I pray for hours
trying to understand
in this room.
Tommy tiredly closed his eyes, trying to suffocate the threatening onset of tears, eventually falling asleep next to his wife and daughter.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"In This Room"
© Leslie Tucker