So Chapter Thirteen. Wow. I have certainly come a long way.
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ShadowDragon357: I feel ya' hun! My mom is OBSESSED with those mini documentary true crime TV shows and that is where I got the inspiration from it. I wanted to kill Tucker off, just not sure how or why. The prank is going to up in the air. If someone comes up with a good one, I can use it, until then, I'm leaving it blank. Jazz will tell her family and then all hell will break loose. Spoilers or foreshadowing?
darkangeloflove15: Thank you. I will keep on writing.
Hellbreaker: Tucker killed himself because he felt trapped; he didn't know what to do. I totally understand the two ways that someone could respond. Also, The silver lining, Danny and Sam are going to get closer, emotionally. Also, I'm not sure if you last sentence is a good thing or a bad thing. But I'm going to take it as a good thing because I always go for the shock value. So you saying that is a good thing.
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Chapter Thirteen. Hospitals and Other Things
We were all in Danny's living room. Silent. Mr. Fenton was being solemn. We were all affected by Tuckers death. Jazz, being as sick as she was, was down in the living room. The only person who wasn't here was Vladimir. He had no good association with Tucker. He stuck out more in this crowd than I did in that beauty pageant. Fucking Tucker. I wish he was a ghost so I could beat his ghost ass. Fuck him. He was a selfish ass. I miss him. I curled up more into the fetal position.
The phone rang.
Mrs. Fenton got up and answered. She talked quietly. She looked over. "Sam, it's for you."
I got up. I didn't care who it was. I felt numb. I walked over and Mrs. Fenton handed the phone to me. "Hello?" I asked.
"Sam, why are you at Daniel's? I thought you were coming straight home." My mom asked. She sounded concerned. I should have called her. But I didn't care.
"I thought I was too. I'm sorry mom."
"What is going on Sam?"
"I don't want to talk about it over the phone."
"Should I come pick you up?"
Silent tears were coming down. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had too. "That would be great."
"I'll be there shortly."
"Thank you mom." I said.
"You're welcome sweetie." Then she hung up. I hung up too.
Danny came up to me and took my hand and squeezed it. It felt so reassuring, despite his look of great sadness and sorrow in his eyes. I couldn't help it, I hugged him and he hugged me back. I cried silently into his already soggy shirt. His touch broke through the shell. Danny was light and his light helped me with this . . . grief . . the pain . . . I did not want to come to terms with yet. I couldn't. I wanted Tucker to come through the kitchen and into the living room with his stupid smile and tell a stupid joke and break the tension. I was still expecting it. But I knew it would never happen.
"Jazz do you need any help." Mrs. Fenton asked, breaking the silence. Danny and I broke apart and I turned around to see what was happening. Jazz was trying to sit up; she looked so ill. She had a green tint to her unnaturally pale skin. She looked like she was about to vomit.
"Maybe." Her voice was rough and cracked in the middle. Her mother helped her up and helped her walk to the bathroom. She could not keep anything now, and I think it is the reason why she lost so much weight.
We walked back over to where we were sitting, Danny was on the chair and I was on the floor next to him. I leaned my head against his legs and he put his hand on my hand, playing with my hair a little.
"Aah." Mr. Fenton began but then went quiet and looked down.
How do we handle this?
How do we grieve?
How do we move on?
He had options.
Danny is part ghost he could have protected himself. Danny can handle himself. Danny proved he could protect both of us. Tucker was stupid to kill himself. He had fucking options.
Someone knocked on the door. "That's probably my mom." I said lowly as I got up. I went over and answered the door. It was my mom. She looked a little pissed off, until she saw me.
"Sam, what happened?" She asked, going into 'mom mode'. I burst into tears, sobbing loudly. I heard Danny getting up and running over to me. He held me as I cried more into his shirt.
"Mrs. Manson. Our friend, Tucker," Danny began. I felt droplets of water hitting my head. He was also crying.
I turned to face my mother. "Tucker is dead. He killed himself."
My mom rubbed her stomach as tears started flowing down her face, ruining her makeup. She stepped inside and hugged us both. Then she made painful "ooh" sound. She backed off, bent over, holding her stomach. "Can anyone in here drive?"She asked, sounding like she was in dire pain. Fuck. I wish I knew.
"I do."
"Not you dad." Danny said. "Mom, Mrs. Manson needs a safer driver than dad." Mrs. Fenton came into the living room.
"Maddie, can you please drive me to the hospital?" She sounded like she was in so much pain.
Mrs. Fenton nodded as she grabbed the keys. "Jack, take care of Jazz. Jazz, Danny are you coming with us?" We both nodded. "We need to get going now." We left the house and herded our asses into mom's car. "Is the baby coming?" She asked as she buckled herself in.
"Doesn't feel like it. But something is wrong." She answered. Mrs. Fenton then took off. She was definitely a better driver than Mr. Fenton. She did speed like her husband but I think it was because of mom. I reached over and put my hand on my mom's shoulder and squeezed gently. She took my hand. I knew that she was smiling, despite the situation that we were currently in.
We quickly arrived at the hospital. Mrs. Fenton quickly got out and helped mom out as we got out of the back seat. I pulled out my phone at called home. No answer. "Dad. Grandma. Mom is at the hospital. She started having pains and we, Mrs. Fenton, Danny and I are here. We took mom's car here." We entered the ER. My gut reaction was that we shouldn't be here but I ignored it and called dad's cell phone. Again, voicemail. "Dad. Mom is at the hospital. She started having pains and we, Mrs. Fenton, Danny and I are here. We took mom's car here." I tried his work number. Nothing again. I left the exact same voicemail. Danny took my hand and squeezed it. It was reassuring. My mom was filling out paperwork and Mrs. Fenton was sitting next to her. We went over to them and sat down across from them. The ER was packed. I hope mom was alright. I hope the baby is alright. The baby . . . Was there something wrong with the baby? Was mom going into labor? Her water didn't break. It couldn't have or else mom would have said something. Mrs. Fenton did ask if the baby was coming but mom said that it didn't feel like it.
"Manson, Pamela." My mom's name was called out by a female nurse. That was fast. Mrs. Fenton stood up and helped my mom up. A male nurse showed up with a wheelchair. My mother slowly climbed in with the help of the nurse.
"What the fuck lady!?" A woman screamed. Everyone was looking at the woman who yelled. "I was here first. I filled out the paperwork before her. Why does she go ahead of me?"
"Ma'am, she's pregnant." The male nurse said calmly.
"I do not care if she was the president of the United States of America. She should not be going ahead of other people who have been waiting." She screamed. I noticed that only one other person nodding their head, almost everyone else was rolling their eyes. I wasn't sure how to interpret this piece of information.
"Ma'am, she's carrying a baby. The only people who will be going ahead of her are people who have been shot. Now please sit down and wait your turn." The female nurse explained calmly.
"I'm calling my lawyer."
"You do." The female nurse responded. "Come this way Mrs. Manson." She said politely to my mother. The male nurse then pushed her away.
Mrs. Fenton walked over to the woman, who was now on her cell phone. "If you are going to sue the mother of my son's girlfriend, you have no case. It is every hospitals policy to do so. That nurse was right. If you try, the hospital will most likely counter sue for many different things. Now hang up the phone, sit down, shut up, and wait your turn." The woman hung up, and sat down. Mrs. Fenton sat down in the seat that she was sitting in before. "Sam, did you call your father?"
"Yes. Home, office, and his cell phone. I left messages on all three." I answered.
"Good girl. Now all we have to do is wait patiently. Are you two hungry?" Danny and I exchanged looks, we never did eat today. We both looked back at Mrs. Fenton and nodded. "I'll go get us some snacks." She said with a smile. She stood up and left. I realized that Danny never let go of my hand.
After about five minutes, Danny spoke. "All the shit is going down now." Danny gave a sad attempt of a laugh. I gave an equally sad attempt of a smile.
"Yeah. It is."
"I hope your mom and your baby sibling is going to be alright."
"As do I." Danny squeezed my hand again and the intertwined our fingers.
"Like I said earlier, we can go through this together." Tears started flowing down my face again.
"I forgot to ask you two what you wanted, so I grabbed a little bit of some stuff." She handed both of us random bags of junk food, which were all gluten free and 'vegetarian' safe.
"Thanks mom. You got everything that Sam loves."
A nurse came up to us. "Excuse me, are you with Mrs. Manson?"
"Yes, we are."
"She's in a room on the third floor, you may go visit her." She said politely. "She's in room three ten."
"Oh, thank you very much." Mrs. Fenton said. The nurse left and we grabbed our stuff and headed towards the elevators.
"Let's take the stairs." Danny suggested.
"Why?" Mrs. Fenton asked.
"It's better for you." He answered.
"Okay, then. We'll take the stairs." She opened the door for the stairs and we headed up. When we reached the third floor, Mrs. Fenton looked a little tired. Danny looked fine and I felt fine. Then again, we've been working out when we've had the time; whereas Mrs. Fenton probably hasn't worked out as much or as intensely as we have. We quickly found my mom's room. She was hooked up to an I.V as well as a baby monitor. There was a weird sound coming from the monitor.
"That's the baby's heartbeat." My mother answered my unspoken question.
"Why does it sound so weird?" I asked.
"Because technology is not perfect."
"When I had Danny, these specific baby monitors did not exist. They had the wand." Mrs. Fenton elaborated.
"When I Sam, I was so scared of having the doctor use that wand on me." My mom said.
"As was I, however, my husband was in worse shape than me."
"As was my own husband." Our moms laughed at their fond memories.
I stepped away from the now gossiping mothers to call dad on his cell phone. Again, voicemail. "Dad. Mom is on the third floor, in room three ten." I hung up. "So mom, what's happening?"
"I'm not going into labor. It's almost like prelabor. I get the signs of labor but not labor itself."
"Ouch. I had that with Jazz. There is a strong possibility that the baby will have to done by c section."
"That's what the doctor told me as well. They are going to keep me over night just incase something happens. Did you have to have c section with Jazz?"
"No, natural birth. But there was a specialist there, just in case something did happen. Per my husbands request."
"My husband wanted every prenatal doctor in the room when I gave birth to Sam, just in case something did happen."
"Our husbands." They both laughed at some joke that I could not fathom. Maybe I will understand when I'm married and had a kid or two. I mentally shivered. I hope that day comes later in my life.
Our mothers were talking about their previous pregnancies and experiences. It was actually interesting to listen into. When I looked over at Danny, he too, looked like he was enjoying our mothers' lively conversation. However, when they had entered the more disgusting part of pregnancies we both exchanged disgusted looks and left the room. Danny and I walked around the floor, which we realized was the maternity ward. It was really family friendly and warm. We snacked as we walked and talked among the ward. It was a nice relief from the silence and sorrow from Tuckers suicide. Even my mother's emergency was a relief; it was something to focus on. After we finished off the snacks, we tossed the wrappers and continued our walk and the conversation. As soon as we returned to my mother's room and our mothers' were looking at us with mixed emotions.
"Why did you two take off without telling us?" My mother asked. She was calm. Weird.
"You were having a private conversation and we didn't want to interrupt." Danny explained. So true.
"Thank you for being kind. But please tell us that you are going, so we don't worry." Mrs. Fenton said.
"Which we talked about for outside of this hospital." My mother said.
"So long as it's not a school night, you two my hang out as late as two am."
"As long as you call us and tell us where you guys are or planning on going to go." My mother elaborated.
"But you have to be together."
"If you are in a group setting and together, please tell us and who you are with."
"We are only setting this up, and putting rules for this new curfew, because we want you to be safe."
"Which completely understandable." Danny and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and smile. Our mothers looked at each other and smiled.
"One, question. What is our curfew on a school night?" Danny asked.
"That stays the same."
"That's fair." Danny said. He was not being sarcastic.
"Pamela, are you alright?" That was my dad's voice. I turned around and sure enough, there was my dad.
"Yes. I am and so is the baby."
"Good."
"Unfortunately, I have to remain on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy."
"That's not good. Sam," My dad turning to me. "you are really going to have to step up and help put your mother."
"School is in less than a month," I began to say.
"I know you would like to 'hang out'" he used air quotes around 'hang out' when he spoke. "with young Daniel or do anything else you like to do but your mother really needs your help."
I snapped. "Would you please be so kind and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed. "Would you for once stop talking and let someone else speak. And you please listen to what another person is saying. Beore you rudely interrupted me, I was going to ask 'school is in less than a month, what is going to happen then?' but no, you had to fucking interrupt and order people around. I'm surprised that mom has put up with your ass for this long." I yelled. In a calmer, inside, voice, I turned to my mom. "Sorry mom. I'll be back. I'm going to go for a walk."
With that, I left the room.
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With my classes being over, I have so much time on my hands.
Also, I think my genetics is kicking is for early arthritis because during this entire chapter my fingers were sore, stiff, and in pain. Or it could just be the weather. I don't know.
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