CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
"No, he's gone," Macca started to cry softly.
"No, it's not true," Martha cried.
He was alive. He had to be. They had just made a mistake, Martha thought to herself.
"Please help him," she yelled again.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. He's gone," the doctor told her.
"No," Martha screamed.
"Martha, stop it," Macca held her tighter, as he started to pull her away towards the door.
"Let me go," Martha continued to scream.
Macca pulled Martha into his chest and picked her up; walking them both out of the room. Martha was trying her hardest to get away from him. She was hysterical; she had tears streaming down her cheeks, and her whole body was shaking. He kept a tight grasp on her and leaned up against the wall. He slowly lowered himself and slid down; pulling Martha down with him.
"Calm down," he told Martha, as he smoothed her hair back. "Calm down," he whispered again.
But she couldn't.
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Jack watched in shock as Macca practically carried a hysterical Martha from Ray's room. Himself, along with Alf and Megan, had stood out in the hall as they heard Martha's screams coming from the room. They could only guess what had happened.
As soon as Martha and Macca had exited the room, Alf had thundered down the hall towards them. Jack started to head there himself, when he felt Megan pull him back.
"I think that it should just be a family thing," she told him.
Jack snatched his arm away and glared at her. "They are my family," he snapped.
Just as Jack was about to walk off, Racheal came racing around the corner. As soon as she saw the state that Martha was in, her eyes went wide.
"What's going on?" Racheal asked, even though she was sure she already knew the answer.
"I think Ray's dead," Jack answered in a choked up voice.
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Martha looked up and through her tears she spotted her grandad, Jack and Racheal moving down the hall towards her. Behind her; Macca was still holding her tight, and she could hear him crying softly into her hair.
"This was not supposed to happen. We were not supposed to lose him too," Martha cried harder.
"You need to calm down," Macca told her.
"How am I supposed to cal………..," she started, but stopped when she felt a tight pulling sensation in her chest. She moved her hand to her chest and tried to take a deep breath; but couldn't. She couldn't breathe.
"Martha, what's wrong?" Racheal asked when she saw the panicked look on her face.
"I………..can't……….breathe," Martha managed to get out.
"What?" Alf exclaimed.
Martha was all of a sudden starting to feel light headed, and the whole room seemed like it was spinning.
"I need a bed, and some oxygen," Racheal called out.
"What's wrong?" Jack demanded. He was scared. Something was wrong with Martha, and he wanted to know what.
Racheal ignored everyone and looked back at Martha. "Martha, I need you to try and take a deep breath," she said. "I need you to calm down. I think you might just be having a panic attack. But you need to calm down; for the babies sake. It might not be good for the baby," Racheal explained.
Hearing this just made Martha worry more. The thought that she might be hurting her baby, upset her more.
She went to take a gasp of air, but stopped when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She grabbed her stomach and started to cry harder. "The baby," she gasped. "It hurts".
"You're stomach?" Racheal asked. Martha nodded.
"Martha, you really need to calm down. Take deep breaths," Racheal pleaded.
"What's wrong?" Jack was frantic.
The dizziness and light headedness was now started to get worse, and the last thing Martha saw before falling unconscious was Jack's panicked face.
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Jack, Macca, Alf and Megan watched as Martha was pulled up onto a bed. She had an oxygen mask over face; which was giving her air. But she was still unconscious.
"Is she okay?" Macca asked. He had just lost his father; he couldn't lose Martha aswell.
Racheal nodded. "Yeah, she's fine. I'm sure it was just a panic attack," she started to explain. "The attack caused her to feel dizzy and probably a little light headed; and I'm guessing that's what caused her to pass out. But she's fine now, and she's breathing easily," Racheal finished.
"What about the baby?" Jack asked. "She had sharp pains in her stomach. Is the baby okay?" he wanted to know.
"I'm sure the baby is fine. It was probably just feeling distressed. But I've paged Martha's doctor, and she's coming down as soon as possible. She'll do an ultrasound, just to make sure everything is okay," Racheal told him. "Now, I'll have to ask you all to wait out here while we take another look at Martha," she then said before walking into the room and closing the door.
Jack sighed and turned away. They had to be okay. They just had to.
"Are you alright?" Megan asked.
"I think you should just go home," Jack told her.
"But…..," she started to protest.
"Just go," Jack ordered.
"Fine," Megan turned and walked away with Grace.
Jack then walked over to where Macca and Alf were talking quietly together. "I'm sorry about your dad," Jack told him.
Macca just nodded. "Um, I'd better go and give my brothers a call," he then said, before walking off.
"I can't believe it," Jack said to Alf. "I can't believe that he's dead".
"I've never seen Martha like that before," Alf said. "I just hope that this hasn't hurt the baby".
"Me too," Jack nodded.
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