Where The Violins Play - Chapter Three
Disclaimer:
Mitsi is eating M&M's, Susie Q comes barging in the room (yet again…).
Mitsi: Never heard of knocking?! Woman, I've written three chapters and you've barged into the room twice!
Susie Q: What ever! I need to know something, it's urgent so I didn't have time to knock!
Mitsi: What do you need to know then? Whether I own CSI:NY? I don't… Otherwise there would be a whole lot of Mini Montana's & Messer's! Just like Mini M&M's! Nor do I own Pride & Prejudice, wish I did. Mr. Darcy is hot! Oh, and I also do not own Doctor Hoogendoorn. She owns herself...
Susie Q: I need to know what I'm getting for my 'Sweet Sixteen' party, the suspense is killing me!
Mitsi: Uhm, an update?!
Susie Q pouts…
Susie Q: Just that?
Mitsi shows an evil smile.
Mitsi: Well maybe. I'm saying nothing else; except, have fun with this chapter! I would like to thank all of my reviewers: You guys are the greatest! And to those who cried (in a very small girl voice) ; I'm zolly! I didn't mean to make you sad… Be happy again okay? Good!
Chapter Three: God Bless The British
"Doctor Hoogendoorn, it's over!" Lindsay shook her head and looked into the room where her husband was lying. The two doctors were still fighting. The young doctor, whose name apparently Hoogendoorn was, looked furious at the older doctor.
"It's not over until the fat lady sings!" Doctor Hoogendoorn said in an English accent. It remained Lindsay of the voice of Lizzie Bennet in the movie 'Pride and Prejudice'. "This man's wife and children are standing there," she pointed towards Lindsay and the kids, "and they don't want their husband/father to die! And I'm not going to let him!" She grabbed the paddles and gave Danny another shock. Nothing…
"Doctor Hoogendoorn, I'm warning you! Stop it!" The young red headed woman refused to even listen. "I'm serious!" The older doctor was screaming at her now. But the English woman continued shocking Danny. When the older doctor reached for her arm, trying to stop her from giving another shock, she looked so utterly annoyed and angry that the doctor let go of her arm and sighed.
Lindsay stood in awe. Her children were still sobbing, but her tears didn't fall anymore. She just stared at the young woman who was trying to save her husband, even when all hope was gone. Lindsay lowered Rosa to the ground, and pushed the doors to the emergency room open. They fell shut again. Everyone in the room, well except the read headed doctor who was too busy saving Danny, looked at her.
"Save him." Lindsay's calm, soft voice echoed in the room. Doctor Hoogendoorn looked up. She simply nodded and continued her work. The high peeping noise of the heart machine didn't even hurt Lindsay's hearing. She didn't notice it. She just walked towards the assumed dead body of her husband and grabbed his hand. Doctor Hoogendoorn was still performing CPR when Lindsay kissed Danny's brow. "Save him." She said again, and this time she looked the young doctor in the eyes. In those blue eyes she saw the determination which she also had heard in her voice. The doctor reached for the paddles again and Lindsay let go of her best friend's hand.
"Charge to 360." The machine was charged. The paddles were set on Danny's chest. The young doctor looked towards Lindsay, then towards the little people who were standing with a Greek looking woman at the door. "Clear!"
A silence fell. Not in the room where Lindsay was standing, but in her heart. It stopped beating. Just plainly and simply stopped beating for what looked like hours. Her blood stopped flowing through her veins. It went cold and icy. She blinked. Her hearing was gone. Just like her function to breath, speak, cry or feel. But she could still see…
The light was gone. Danny looked around him, but the light was gone. He could, however, her voices. He could her noises, and beeping thingy's. He could feel a heartbeat going through him. He felt warm lips on his forehead. He could smell a hint of a perfume he knew. Yes, he loved the smell of that perfume… But where did it come from? Another kiss on his brow. Those lips seemed of felt familiar…
A soft voice filled with joy that spoke of love. Yeah, he knew that voice too.
"Lindsay…" He murmured. More kisses. This time they were joined by smaller, wetter lips. He could feel curly like hear on his face. One of his hands were clasped by small but warm hands. He could feel the texture of a Band-Aid. "Lindsay?" More kisses, nothing more, just kisses.
"Daddy!" A happy voice broke the silence that fell after those kisses. "Daddy!" Repeated the voice again. Then it hit him. Pain. Hellish pain. He groaned at the sensation, and a the voice that just spoke gasped. A female hand squeezed his left hand.
"Danny, it's okay. It's okay. God bless the British…" He tried to open his eyes, to see who was talking to him. One by one his eyelids lifted and he could see the foggy outline of his wife. She nodded and turned around. When she turned his way again she put something on his face. On his nose to be exact. Oh and two sticks went behind his ear. But the fogginess disappeared. His glasses…
He sighed. "Lindsay…" She smiled. Tears were welling up in her eyes and she squeezed his hand again. "Rosa?" His voice was a strained and soft. He small girl shuffled towards her father's bed. When he turned his head, he could see the angelic face of his little girl. It was stained with tears, and her eyes were red en puffy. "Oh baby, it's okay.." Rosa just nodded and reached up to his father's cheek. She stroked it softly…
"Alex?" His son appeared by the and of the bed and looked terrified. His eyes weren't red nor puffy, like his mother's or sister's were. But he could see the unshed tears in them. "Hey…" He motioned his son to come closer. But Alex just stood by the end of the bed and shook his head. "Alex, what's wrong?" Danny asked. Alex bit his lip, and looked to the ground.
"Alex?" Lindsay said. But again, Alex just shook his head.
"No…" Was all the ten year old boy said before rushing out of the Hospital room, leaving his sister, mother and living father behind.