A Poem For My Daughter
Hey Arnold! / Touched By An Angel crossover
A/N: Thank you to everyone supporting this story. I loved writing this chapter and the next that's why I'm excited to know what you all think of the direction I have chosen to take with this story. I want to develope as a Christian writer and appreciate the feedback not only on the story but on anything you like or don't like. All I ask is you keep your comments to constructive criticism. If you have a problem with my faith no need to comment you don't have to read my stories. Thanks again and God Bless... don't forget to review ^_^
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Chapter 2: Angels in the ER
It was six forty-seven, the sky was pitch black when the ambulance arrived at Hillwood Regional Medical Center. Emergency staff awaited the arrival of the first crash victim. A young teenage girl with blonde hair was seen being lifted out of the ambulance on a stretcher as nurses crowded around her assessing the situation through the chaos. Andrew followed close behind slowly as the staff rushed the young girl into surgery fearing it may be to late.
An hour later…
"Where's my wife and daughter." Yelled an angry Big Bob Pataki as he rushed into the emergency center demanding someone stop what they were doing to give him answers.
"Sir, what are their names?" A nurse said calmly, gaining the irate mans attention, from behind her desk.
"Miriam and Helga Pataki. I got a call from the office that they were here. No one bothered to explain anything to me on the phone. Just said I should hurry." Big Bob Pataki said angrily.
"I believe that would be my fault." Monica said coming up from behind the nurses station. Turning to the nurse she offered to take things from here. Which the nurse gave an appreciative smile just before Monica turned to address Mr. Pataki once more.
"Mr. Pataki if you would follow me I will explain everything." Monica said leading Big Bob into an empty waiting room where they wouldn't be interrupted.
"Alright lady just what is going on here. Where are my wife and daughter? And just what is so God damn important that you couldn't explain to my staff just what is going on." Big Bob said still very angry that he has yet to get an explanation.
"First off Mr. Pataki please don't curse God's name. and second I didn't think it would be appropriate to discuss private family matters with your employees." Monica stated in a very stern and commanding voice silencing the once irate man before her in an instant.
Unable to believe that this petite woman talked to him in such a way. Big Bob decided it was best to keep calm and listen to what she had to say.
'I think Tess is beginning to rub off on me.' Monica thought as she realized just what she said and how she said it. She was never one to lose her patience with someone, but no one uses the Lord's name in such a way in her presence.
"Back to the matter at hand, Mr. Pataki my name is Monica and I am a social worker. I have been assigned to your daughter's case." Monica said calmly until she was interrupted.
"What case? Helga doesn't need a social worker just what is going on." Big Bob said before Monica could finish.
"That is what I am trying to explain Mr. Pataki, your wife and daughter were involved in an accident. It would appear as though you wife was severely intoxicated at the time. I have been assigned to asses the situation and determine what action is to be taken as a result of your wife's conviction." Monica said with a bit more authority in her voice daring him to interrupt again.
"What do you mean?" Big Bob said in a quieter tone.
"I am sorry Mr. Pataki, but while your wife and the other driver sustained minor injuries, your daughter wasn't so lucky." Monica said pausing a moment to let the information sink in.
"Where is she?" Big Bob said desperately as everything began to come crashing down around him fearing the worst.
"She is still in surgery. You mustn't give up hope Mr. Pataki. I have seen miracles happen everyday, you just have to believe your daughter will pull through. Is there anyone else I can call for you?" Monica asked hopefully thinking he shouldn't be alone in his state as it changed so drastically in that instant.
"Yes, my eldest daughter Olga but she is in Alaska teaching. She wont be able to get home so suddenly." Big Bob said staring numbly at the carpet.
"You let me worry about that, I will give her a call and see what we can come up with." Monica said taking down the number and left to find a phone. Leaving Big Bob to sit alone in the tiny room with his thoughts.
In one of the many emergency rooms a nurse was checking in on Miriam.
"Where am I?" Miriam asked waking up to a pounding headache.
"You're in the hospital Mrs. Pataki. You were in an accident." The nurse checking her vitals answered.
"I was in an accident." Miriam repeated slowly through the fog in her head.
"Yes, your blood alcohol levels were four times the legal limit. That would explain why you don't remember much of anything that happened." The nurse said motioning to Miriam's left side, it was then she noticed her left hand was handcuffed to the bed rail.
"The police will be in shortly to talk to you about the accident. I suggest you get a lawyer, your not in any condition to represent yourself." The nurse said leaving Miriam to her scattered thoughts of disbelief and 'this couldn't be happening' swirling around in her head.
'Remember, you wanted this to happen.' A deep voice said echoing through the fog in her head.
'No, I didn't mean…?' Miriam thought answering back unable to finish.
'Yes you did remember. When will things change you said with your own words. Well they did and it's all your fault. Why do you always ruin everything, (the voice begins to morph into one Miriam knows all to well) Miriam you're so useless, why can't you do anything right, why do I have to do everything around here, when are you going to get off your keester and do something with yourself?' The once unknown voice imitated her husbands, constant insults over the years, perfectly.
"It is my fault." Miriam whispered before passing out once more from the fatigue.
~Alaska
It was a colder and gloomier day than usual in Alaska. That much Olga knew for certain. As if the day was a precursor of events to come. School started the same as always for Olga, that is until the end of the day came.
"Goodbye everyone, have fun over the weekend." Olga said cheerfully to her students as they made their way home.
Just as Olga was heading out herself she got a call.
"Hello who is this." Olga answered cheerfully not recognizing the number on her cell.
"Hello is this Olga Pataki?" Monica asked making sure she called the right person.
"Yes, this is she. Who might this be?" Olga replied a bit confused as to why a stranger was calling her. Knowing only her family calls her by this number. She begins to feel a sense of dread wash over her that she cannot explain as she listens to this stranger.
"My name is Monica and I am sorry to tell you this over the phone, but your mother and sister have been in a terrible accident. Your mother is fine, but your sister isn't doing too well. I think it would be best for you to come home right away." Monica said waiting for a reply that never came.
"Hello, Olga are you there?" Monica asked once more hoping the girl had heard her.
"Yes, I'm here. (she said quietly) I'll be there as soon as I can. (after a second pause she continues) Please Monica, stay with my daddy till I get there. I know he comes off as nothing bothers him, but I know better than to believe his boisterous personality." Olga asked pleadingly to Monica once the shock of it all wore off.
"I will be here, you don't have to worry about that." Monica said assuring the young woman that she wont leave.
"Thank you, and goodbye." Olga said pausing to hear Monica's farewell then ending the call. Hurrying to get everything ready for her departure she mentally made a list of everything she had to do. When suddenly a thought crossed her mind.
'Who will I get to look after my class?' Olga thought desperately not knowing if she will be able to leave if she cannot find someone to look after her students. She didn't know how long she would be gone and she cant just drop everything and leave now can she?
~Hillwood Regional Medical Center
Suddenly the door swings open catching the attention of both occupants currently sitting in the tiny surgery waiting room.
"Is there a Mr. Pataki?" The doctor asked looking up from his charts as he entered the room.
"Yes, That's me." Big Bob answered as he and Monica stood to hear what the doctor had to say.
"Are you family?" The doctor asked addressing Monica for the first time.
"No, I'm Monica the wee girls social worker." Monica answered the doctor, he gave her a nod to say it's okay for her to stay.
"I'm Dr. Takeda and I just got out of surgery with your daughter. I'll be completely honest with you Mr. Pataki, we lost her more than once. It is truly a miracle she is even alive and doctors don't like to use the word "miracle". With the severe head trauma she's endured I can't accurately tell you if, or when she will awake from the coma she's in. We won't know the extent of the damage until she does wake up." Dr. Takeda said sadly to be the bringer of such terrible news to an obviously distraught father.
"Isn't there anything more you can do?" Big Bob asked in a low voice as everything the doctor told him began to fully sink in.
"I'm sorry, but we've done all we can. Now it's up to your daughter's will to live. A nurse will come and get you when you can see her. If you have any questions just let me know." Dr. Takeda said sympathetically.
"Thank you doctor." Monica said giving Dr. Takeda a sad smile as he gave her a nod and turned to leave.
Big Bob slowly returned to his seated position from before putting his head in his hands at a loss of what to do next.
"Would you like to talk?" Monica asked.
"What's there to talk about my daughter's in a coma and the so called doctor's can't do anything, but sit on their asses and wait. They expect me to sit around and wait. I can't do that and I have no clue what else I can do other than wait and see." Big Bob said more confused than when this whole thing began.
"You could pray." Monica suggested.
"Pray, don't tell me your some kind of religious nut lady because I already went through this when I thought I had a heart attack. That religious mumbo jumbo is nothing but a way to get people to follow their rules on how they should live their life." Big bob answered not feeling up to argue on the concept of a higher being.
"I am not talking about organized religion Mr. Pataki. I am saying if you want something done for your daughter that the world cannot provide. Then you must go to the one who hears you, and wants to help you, all you have to do is ask and God will answer." Monica says trying to get through to the man.
'Can it really be that simple?' Big Bob thought as Monica's words began to resonate somewhere deep in his soul.
There is a place pitch black, void of light. A young girl scared of the dark is curled up in the fetal position as she continually whispers.
"I'm scared, someone come find me."