Chapter 6
A.N.: this has been a fairly short fanfiction. We only have this chapter and the next until the end. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Enjoy!
Mary breathes deeply and slowly as she lay on the hospital bed. An IV slowly dripped medicines into her blood, but that wouldn't do much to help. She'd live a maximum of another month, and she'd be bedridden for the whole time. Dean and Samuel sit next to you, listening as you read ten year old Mary a story of doctors and detectives.
"Someone call for a Doctor," a familiar voice says from the doorway. You turn to face him, as do your children. Even little Mary smiles at his presence, but you don't.
"Come with me," he orders, rather than offers. The phrase, this time, is directed solely at you, despite the presence of three children, one with incurable brain cancer. Rage at his vulgarity boils inside you. Closing the book, you march towards him and grab the lapels of his jacket, dragging him outside the door with you.
"Are you nuts?" you screech as you leave the earshot of your beloved children. He glances despairingly at your silvery hair, crow's feet, and teary eyes; and then nervously at the furious fire in your eyes.
"Mary is dying in there, and you expect me to just run away with you? How dare you?!"
"I'm sorry," he says soothingly. "I really am so sorry. I-I just thought-"
"Get out." You point down the hall, unsure of whether or not there's actually a door there, blue or otherwise. "Get out! And leave me alone!"
The Doctor takes on the appearance of a kicked puppy as he takes a few steps backwards, turning to walk properly down the hall. He looks back once more at your infuriated face before turning the corner and disappearing from sight. You turn the other way to return to the bedside of your beloved daughter.
As you reenter the room, 20, 15, and 10 year old pairs of eyes meet yours. Without explanation, you pick up the book, find your place, and continue reading.
"(Mommy/Daddy), are we going to go away with The Doctor again?" Mary asks from the bed looking at your with pleading, sunken eyes.
"Well, why not?" Dean wants to know. He looks down to you from his standing position.
A moment of self-war brings forth the answer "Because you're all more important to me than him." You look around to your children to make sure that they're listening. "He is nothing compared to you three." Samuel, apparently overcome with emotion, wraps you into a tight hug, followed immediately by Dean. Finally, the three of you move to the bed to include Mary. A doctor comes by, and keeps his mouth shut.
A.N.: So, did you cry? Please leave a review, as usual. Or don't if you don't feel like it. Thank you for your time and GOD BLESS!