Chapter 3

"Excuse me Dr. Drake your daughters test results are in," another nurse said poking her head in the door.

"Let me see." He said as she handed the results to him. Glancing down at the page the breath completely left his body in a loud exhale. It was what he had been worried about all along. "No!" He cried dropping the chart which hit the floor with a loud clang before dropping his head into his hands.

"Patrick?" Sabrina said as she jumped up from her spot and bent to pick up the chart from the floor. She looked down to see what it said and the words they feared were right there in black and white, Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. 'How could something like this happen to that sweet little angel?' She wondered as she looked over at Emma who was fast asleep, she looked so tiny in that hospital bed with her favorite stuffed animal tucked in beside her.

"How can this be happening?" Patrick said looking over at Sabrina. He dropped down into the chair he had been sitting in previously and Sabrina came over and sat down beside him.

"I'm so so sorry," she said as he wrapped his arms around her and started to cry. At first she was a little taken by surprise but then she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. This was just what he needed at the moment to let it all out, he would have a hard road ahead of him.

"Daddy? Are you crying?" Emma called sleepily from the hospital bed.

He swiped a hand across his cheeks before getting up and going over to her bedside, "Hey sweetie your awake."

"Why were your crying?" She asked again sitting up in the bed.

He didn't want to lie to her and she would have to kno the truth sooner or later, "Um well baby we got some bad news and it made daddy kinda sad."

"It's about me isn't it?" She said as he sat on the bed beside her.

"Yes honey it is. You know how you haven't been feeling well it's because you have something called leukemia. That's just a big word for a sickness that attacks your body and it can be very scary."

"Am I gonna be alright?"

Sabrina came over to stand by the side of the bed with them, "Your daddy and I will do everything we can to make sure you get better, ok sweetheart?"

"Ok but what are you gonna do?"

"Well we might have to do something called chemotherapy that's when they put some stuff in your body to help fight the sickness. But it might make you feel worse for a little while." Patrick told her sadly. He really didn't even want to think about her going through something like this, she was just a little girl.

"Why isn't it supposed to make me better?"

"Yes it is but because its fighting so hard to make you better it makes you feel a little sick. its helping to get rid of those bad things that are making you sick in the first place." Sabrina told her.

"Am I gonna lose my hair like Amy did?"

Patrick remembered her friend from school had gone through something similar, "You might but it will grow back eventually."

"Daddy I don't wanna have no hair." She cried as he pulled her into his arms. He felt like he couldn't do this, how could something like this happen to his precious little girl.