Disclaimer: I don't own The Incredibles. Disney and Pixar do.
Chapter Two: The Hospital
"Violet's spent three days in the hospital already, tomorrow the doctor says we can go and see her. I hope we go.... I still feel so bad about standing right next to Violet when she was hit. Anyway I'll write tomorrow," Helen closed her journal, capped her pen, and turned off the light as she turned over and went to sleep.
"Over all it should take five to six procedures depending on how well she copes with the medicine etcetera," The doctor explained to the family of three, "We've already preformed three operations that needed to be completed quickly... or...."
"She would've died," Helen replied completed his sentence monotone.
"Correct, cough well you can visit her now if you wish," He said quietly. Helen looked over at her husband and son, "Is... is it alright if I go see her alone?" She smiled slightly as Bob nodded and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you." They walked down a winding hall way till they got to a white door with, "Room 37A," written on a panel. Below it sitting in a folder said, "Violet Parr, Critical condition. Do not disturb." Other information was listed below that like a time chart for operations and medication.
"There you go, there might be a nurse finishing up in there but you may enter if you wish to," the doctor said before he turned down a hallway waving a polite goodbye. Helen mouthed the words, "Thank you" before she slowly opened the door. She entered the room quietly. There was a nurse tightening a white hard plastic brace that covered Violet's entire chest from her shoulders down to where the hospital's sweat pants came up just below where her belly button would be.
"There ya' go dear," the nurse said quietly to Violet's sleeping figure, "Poor little one, I do hope you get better soon. Out of all the patients I've ever seen...."She pulled up the white sheet on Violet.
"Please don't say she's one of the worst you've seen!" Helen said one hand trembling on the doorknob while the other was covering her mouth. The nurse turned around quickly and smiled slightly, "Sit down." Helen did so, after closing the door, and looked at her daughter's fragile and vulnerable sleeping figure. Her face displayed a look of discomfort and stress. The plump grey haired nurse sat next to her, "Unfortunately I was going to say that. But you should be grateful for all the great technologies that we have today." (AN: the Super Hospitals have really great methods for treating patients along with their technologies.)
"Yes, however technology did this to her," Helen said brushing some of Violet's blackish purple hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"I'll leave you two be," the nurse said as she gave Helen a reassuring pat on the back and leaving quietly.
"I'm sorry sweetie," Helen said while stroking her daughters face with the back of her hand, "I love you so much, you can't even imagine how much until you've had your own children. This may sound stupid to you but seeing you like this probably hurts me more then it hurts you." She paused as she hung her head, "It's even worse when I was standing right next to you when you where hurt. I should've been watching out more... more focused on the battle."
"Mom," a low whisper sounded from Violet; her eyes lay sleepily open as she lay on her back.
"Violet?" Helen looked up and smiled at her daughter. The occasional cut and bruise from the battle was visible on both but two smiles shone through on their faces. Violet raised a weak hand and grasped her mom's.
"I missed you, Dad, and Dash," she said faintly.
"We missed you too Violet," she said squeezing Violet's hand slightly realizing how weak her daughter's body was, "Even Dash has been behaving."
"I'm sure that makes things easier for you guys."
"Yeah, it does," Helen sighed, "God you're cold she said rubbing her warm hands around her daughters chilly ones. Violet's face placed a look of confusion on it, "I can't tell."
"Violet," Helen said her daughters name under her breath as she looked down at her hand that she was holding. There was a pause where no one said anything once Helen resumed rubbing Violet's hand within hers.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I love you," she said feebly squeezing her mother's hand, her voice still just above a whisper.
"I love you too," Helen whispered stroking her daughter's cheek and giving Violet a kiss on the forehead. Helen sighed, "You should go back to sleep. I'll tell your father and dash to come back tomorrow." Violet smiled, however, a small cough left her mouth and she cringed taking her hand away from her mothers grasp. Placing her hands on her mouth she coughed yet again. Soon she went into a painful coughing fit. The effect was immediate; her whole body shook painfully as her breathing increased in an unmanageable rhythm. However, every sharp breath she took seemed to make pain sear throughout her body. Helen watched knowing there was nothing that she could do to help,
"My little purple flower
In the breeze
Make sure to watch out
Heavier winds might come
When they do be sure and hold on tight
Be strong, be strong
But I know you'll withstand
My little purple flower
My little purple flower
In the cool weather
Make sure to watch out
Heavier frosts might come
When they do be sure and stand tall
Be strong, be strong
But I know you'll withstand
My little purple flower
My little purple flower
I'll survey you from my window
Watching out for you
Harder times might come
When they do I'll watch you succeed
You're strong, you're strong
Even though I know you'll withstand
I can't help but watch over
My little purple flower,"
By the time her lullaby stopped Violet had stopped coughing. She still breathed deep and uneven; her eyes squeezed tight in pain. Helen looked down upon her suffering daughter and let a tear slide down her face, falling onto her lap. "Mom," Violet looked up at her mother with a mixed look between admiration and confusion. She then fell into a deep slumber. Helen stayed for a bit longer but soon left realizing that being next to Violet's side would just make her more depressed.
Helen emerged from the room and went over to her husband and son. Bob stood up and embraced Helen in a silent hug as she sobbed into him. Dash sat down in one on the waiting room chairs and watched not wanting to say something humorous or rude sounding like he always did.
"I think we should go home now," Bob said pulling Helen away from him. The three of them walked out to the family car.