Top Guns sat there dumbfounded, like a bomb dropped down on them. No one could believe it. She couldn't die. She was so full of life: so perky.
Megan broke the silence
"She can't..she can't leave us...She has to pull through. We can't let here go.."
"There's nothing we can do,megs" Sebastien said softly
"But there's got to be ..."
"She's unconcious, barely clinging to life, we can't help her." he said soothingly
"i guess you're right." megs sobbed. Seb kissed her on the forehead.
Squib went into to see Mabel, who was curled up into a tight ball in her incubator. Her diaper was almost as big as her, since she was a few months premature.
"hey," Squib spoke softly rubbing the back of his finger over her softl, warm pale skin.
"How's
my girl? I guess it's just you and me know..." Squib started
to think about Cody. How the hell was he going to raise a child, with
no help, no house and no money? What about his tennis career?
Just
then the doctor came in.
" Mabel will only have to be in the hospital for 2 more days," the doctor said stroking the baby's cheek " As for Cody, she only has a 98 change of living, she's in an extreme chronic state. As i said before she is most likely to pass away..."
Squib just stared at the baby
"i now this is hard, losing the women you love, and mabel's mother. But i'm sure you'll be a fantastic father. She's in intensive care at the moment, and you may want to see her, it may be your last time." The doctor gave Squib a very sympathetic glance, and left the room.
Squib scooped up Mabel, and wrapped her in a soft, pink blanket. Craddeling the baby in this arms, he leftthe room and headed down the hall towards the intensive care unit.