Sam waited with Sophie outside in the waiting room. Sam couldn't seem to calm down he was pacing and thinking about what could be wrong with her, though he didn't want to he had to think about the possibilities of what might happen. Sophie couldn't take it anymore.
"Dad, will you please sit down! You've been pacing for ages and you need to sit down before you fall down."
He sat down. He knew from experience to do what Sophie told him, she was just like her mom.
After some more waiting, a doctor finally came out of one of the rooms.
"Uh… Mr. Carmichael?"
"That's me."
"Could you please come over here?"
He followed the doctor. "Just please tell me that she's going to be alright."
"Oh, well she's going to be alright. Though there was some major trouble in theatre."
"You took her to theatre?"
"Yes, sorry we had no time to tell you it was urgent."
"Her lung collapsed so that explains why she fainted, when the body doesn't get enough oxygen it starts to shut itself down to conserve it and if we didn't take her to theatre when we did I am sure she would have died, so you are very lucky to have brought her in when you did."
"Well, can I see her?"
"Yes, she is in room ten just along the corridor."
"Thank you, for everything."
"Well, that's my job. Your very welcome."
Sam motioned to Sophie to come over and he started to explain to her on the way down the room. He was glad that Sophie was old enough to understand what had happened, and just how close they were to losing Donna, though the minute the saw her their hearts sank. Donna was laying sleeping in the bed, she still looked very pale and to make it worse she had tubes coming out of her nose, a oxygen mask round her neck, a drip in her hand and was hooked up to a heart machine. Sam had never seen her like this before, so weak and delicate, he always thought she was strong and independent but now he knew she was just like anyone else, she was strong, but not as strong as everyone had thought.