A/N: Disclaimer, except my OCs…..special shout out to my only reviewer which I'm grateful for daisyduke80 thanks a ton.
Ben's POV:
It's been two hours since her heart failure. They crash started her heart, but it scared the living hell out of all of us. Abby was nearly sobbing as they worked to get her heart rate back up to life. I struggled to keep myself together actually. The doctor was too scared to keep her here, so they moved Rose to the university hospital today. I didn't like it, but I did. I liked that they were taking some action, and making the right decision, the one that'd keep her alive. I didn't like that she had to be moved. It was so dangerous. Only an hour flight to Baltimore, but a lot could happen in an hour. A lot. Abigail drove, Riley was in back nervously glancing up at the helicopter one last time with me, as it left our sight range. My leg jittered up and down. "Ben, Riley, she'll make it there okay. She can live through so much; she's not going out on a helicopter flight to a hospital."
"She's just like Sarah was though…fragile…soft…she doesn't deserve this. Sarah certainly didn't either." I choked out. It was true, Rose reminded me so much of Sarah, and sometimes it was scary. She was stubborn, smart, easily frightened, committed, stubborn, had so much character, and did I mention she was stubborn? Well she was. I mean is. Sooner rather than later we arrived at the hospital and rushed inside. "Are you here for Miss Gates?" A receptionist at a tall desk asked. "Yes, is she-?"
"Currently there running tests. Then if they must they'll be operating. Don't worry you're daughter is in good hands." She smiled. I blinked. Daughter? I-I guess she assumed from the fact that her last name was mine and…wow. But truly she was like a daughter to me if I really thought about it. I've been raising her for what? Five or six years now. She was just so…young. Only fifteen. Now that I thought about that she actually was fifteen and now it was only a few months until she hit sixteen. Wow. She's really growing up…only five years ago had she been in the fifth grade coming home hiding bruises and tears from the bullying at school. Even then I was very protective of her. She was Sarah's and Sarah trusted me to raise her if something happened to her. I just hope I was doing it right. Mom and Dad arrived soon after us. "Oh, Benjamin I just couldn't bear it if my little girl was to-"
"She'll be alright, Emily. I know it." Abigail promised. There were long hours of waiting. Horrible waiting…constant fidgeting. I couldn't take it. "Well…I think it sounds like there's a solid hour left in the operation. Why don't I go pick up dinner, and get us a hotel?" My mom asked taking dad's hand. "Sounds alright to me. Call us if word comes in." Dad agreed. I nodded solemnly squirming in my chair once more. A half hour after they left a doctor came out. "Here for Rosalie Gates?"
Us three stood. "How is she?" Riley asked before I could open my mouth. "She's…normal right now. We fixed her lung, her ribs are still cracked but we fixed those as best we could, and her concussion should be gone soon with a few of these." He handed Abby a bottle of pills which she stuck in her purse. "You mean she's…not on oxygen?" I asked hopefully. "She's not on oxygen anymore she's breathing on her own again and her heart is picking up to normal rates. Not quite out of the woods but pretty darn close." The doctor smiled as our expressions turned to relief. "Is she-?"
"She's still in a coma, but she has around an 80% chance of waking up now, I'd say." He nodded. "May we say her?" Abigail asked quietly. "Absolutely, follow me."
As we stepped cautiously into the room her doctor added, "She still needs some blood but we found out she's AB positive and she's able to get a blood donor the day after tomorrow we'll be getting some shipments of AB positive."
"Thanks, doc." Riley looked up from where he was; at Rose's side cradling one of her hands in between both of his own, staring sadly at her face that was still bruised, and still pale. "Yes, really…thank you." I murmured eyes locked on my niece.
I gingerly took one of her hands as well. "Here…I'm going to go to the restroom." I could tell Riley was giving me the moment with Rose, while Abigail left to go call my parents. "Rose, I know you can't hear me, but you have to wake up. I need you to be there for your little cousin…and do these crazy spontaneous trips to wherever with Bobbi, and you're dance completion…You're like my daughter…Please…" I begged. I brought back my hands and clasped them together.
Please, God, if you're listening…please help this dying child. She needs help, and she can't go to heaven quite yet…she has so much more life…she makes the room light up, she knows she's not fat, she's not shallow, or anything she deserves to live.
I know I don't pray often…but now I need you to listen more than ever.
I gingerly slipped her fingers into mine and let a few tears slip from my eyes. At first I thought I was hallucinating. But I knew I wasn't when I heard her voice along with her fluttery blurry purple irises. "B-Ben?"