Ch. 6: Saying Goodbye

Blythe wandered into the room and saw something surprising, a hospital.

"A hospital?" asked Blythe in exasperation, "Why the heck would my mind send me to a hospital?"

"Who knows?" asked Clark, who just appeared near her, "maybe the answer you seek will come from up above."

"What are you...?"

Before Blythe could, finish the P.A. up above went on.

"Dr. Brooks, please head to room 427 to handle birth on Ms. Baxter,' said a female voice on the P.A.

"Ms. Baxter?" said Blythe in confusion, before getting hit with realization, "OMG! This is the day I was born!"

"Give the kid a prize!" Clark joked.

Blythe ran across the hall, running through doctors since she was still in ghost-mode.

"Room 427," said Blythe frantically, recalling the room number, "that's the room the lady on the P.A. said."

She then came across the 420 rooms and tried in vain to search for her room number.

"423, 424, 425," she said counting the room numbers.

She stooped as she came across her room number as it said '427' on the door in yellow letters.

"Here it is, 427." Blythe said happily as she looked through the door.

Clark was flapping tiredly toward her and said in between pants, "Dear heaven, kid. Didn't anybody teach you not to run in the halls."

"Shh!" Blythe shushed Clark as she went back to peering in the room with Clark watching from beneath.

In the room, Betty was groaning in pain as she was in hospital attire and had a bulge on her stomach, indicating her pregnancy with Blythe. In the room was Roger, and Mo Baxter, Roger's older sister. Also in attendance was Dr. Brooks, treating her during her pregnancy.

"Come on, Betty," said Roger, cheering her on, "you can do it!"

"Betchya my newborn niece or nephew looks at me first," said Mo smugly to Roger, showing her competitive behavior that she had when she visited Blythe and Roger.

"Hey, I'm his/her father," Roger said indignantly, having his competitive streak as well, "If he or she is gonna see anybody, it'll be me!"

The brother and sister faced off.

Clark saw this and commented, "Yeesh, those guys just don't know when to quit."

"That reminds me," said Dr. Brooks, "have you decided on names?"

"Yep," said Roger, "if it's a girl, Blythe; if it's a boy, Blake."

"Do your breathing, Ms. Baxter," said Dr. Brooks.

Shrugging, Dr. Brooks turned back to the pregnant Betty.

Betty breathed heavily and she pushed harder than ever before. After an intense ten seconds, the cries of a newborn infant was heard.

The doctor picked up a small baby and looked at it closely before saying, "It's a girl!"

Roger gasped in delight and held his daughter in his hands, "Oh my gosh, she's so beautiful!"

Blythe rolled her eyes and said, "Heh, that's my dad."

"So I noticed," said Clark.

Mo looked at her new niece and said, "Boy, you sure picked a winner there, Rog."

"Jealous?" Roger smirked.

"Don't start!" Mo said angrily.

Roger ignored her and turned to Betty, "Sweet heart, would like to hold our daughter?"

When Roger turned to her, he saw that his wife was limb and passed out.

"Must be tired from giving birth." mused Mo.

"I'm afraid not," said Dr. Brooks, "it appears that Betty has gained serious injuries when giving birth to the girl. Injuries so great, that they're irreversible tot he point where she..." he sighs, "where she kicks the bucket."

Roger, his sister, Blythe, and even Clark gasped in horror.

Roger managed to put on a straight face and said calmly but reluctantly, 'I-I-I-I understand, doctor."

"Roger," came a voice. Roger looked and saw Betty slowly breathing and opening her eyes, "Can I have a word with our daughter for a moment?"

Roger looked hesitant, but gave in, "Sure,"

Roger sat Blythe down on Betty's body as she said, "Listen to me, my sweet. I don't know if you can hear me, but if you do, just know that...I have this gift. A gift like no other. A gift that I have a feeling came from our first female ancestor."

As she continued, the older Blythe listened to her with tears slowly streaming in her eyes, "If by any chance you receive this gift, use it. Use it until the end of your days. So that you could have friends unlike any you ever thought. Don't ever doubt it or use it for your own advantage. Be careful how you use it and don't let anybody get to you if they believe its weird." She put a hand to the infant Blythe's head and gently stroked. "I love you, now and forever, my little Blythe." In a matter of moments, Betty's body went limb and she shut her eyes one last time.

There wasn't a dry eye in the room as even Clark was bawling his eyes out. Roger took the baby Blythe from the now late Betty's body. A tear stricken Blythe went to her mother.

"Oh, mom," Blythe said hoarsely, "I wish you were alive so I can ask you questions about my gift..." she took a minute to sob, "...since you have it. And...I love you too."

Clark came and put a wing on her soldier, "I'm sorry for your 17 year loss, Blythe."

Blythe cried for a minute or so before breathing heavily and exhaling, "I'm ok now."

"Good," said Clark suddenly, "Now its time for this adventure to end."

As he said that, he disappeared via wind.

A giant spotlight shined on Blythe as the hospital everything and everybody in it disappeared. Once again, the hypno vortex appeared and surrounded Blythe. However, unlike last time, Blythe was shot into the air like a rocket. As the speed started to overtake her, she passed by every weird things, including odd incarcerations of the pets, before hitting a large ray of light.

TO BE CONTINUED...