Chapter 8 - More Than You Bargained For

Bright ran through the doors, shoving his way in. Nothing could stop him from getting to Hannah. He rushed over to the front desk and asked where his wife was, out of breath. The nurse saw the fear and worry in his eyes. She wished she could've said something assuring, but she had seen the shape Hannah was in when the paramedics brought her in. She did the next best thing and told him the florr she was on.

Bright dodged people and patients to get to the elevator. He stopped it just before the doors completely closed. Luckily for the occupants, they were headed for the same floor. Bright would've pushed any botton on that elevator, regardless of who had been there first, just to get to the fourth floor faster.

Once the doors opened, Bright pushed his way out. He wandered around looking for any sign of Hannah being there. He caught a glimpse of a nurse at a nearby information center. He paced over to her.

"Can you tell me where Hannah Abbott is?" he asked desperately.

"She's in emergency surgery, sir. Are you her husband?"

"Yes." Bright looked at her like it was obvious enough. "Listen, I need to see my wife!"

"Mr. Abbott, you need to wait outside. The doctors are doing everything they can to save your wife. They will come and tell you everything you want to know, but you have to wait here." the nurse said sternly.

Bright couldn't believe she was serious. He turned around and followed a doctor who was rushing towards an operating room.

As the doctor entered, Bright could see Hannah's curly brown hair poking out beneath a cap. There was a table of surgical tools next to her. He got close to the clear-paned window that let him peer through.

Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Harold Abbott walked up from behind. Bright felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to face his father, whose eyes were sunken. Dr. Abbott opened his arms and Bright fell into them like a little boy.

"The car came out of nowhere and impacted the driver's side. The doctors say they have to perform an emergency Caesarian Section if Hannah has any chance at all. They don't know whether or not the baby will survive."

Bright let the words sink in. What did they do to deserve this? He could think of many reasons for why he could've been dealt such a blow, but Hannah? None. She was kind, smart and never took anything for granted - especially life. She deserved to live and to hold the baby she had made so many plans for.

Bright let go of his dad and rotated towards the window. He looked at the monitor keeping track of her vitals. Unexpectedly, the thin, green line became flattened. Nurses and doctors in chaos, frantically trying to reverse what had just happened. A nurse yelled out "We're losing her!" and then drew the curtains closed, denying Bright the right of seeing Hannah at all. Bright furrowed his brow and pounded on the glass with his fist. Harold grabbed his arm in an effort to stop him, but Bright shoved him backward with his free arm and started to pace.

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry

Within the next thirty minutes, the surgeon came out with his head hung low.

"We were able to save both Hannah and your baby, Mr. Abbott. Unfortunately, Hannah slipped into a coma. It's indefinate how long she'll stay comatose. There's little chance she'll come out of it as she was before the accident. I'm sorry."

Some how sorry didn't hold any meaning anymore.


And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

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