Gleekforever12345: I know Samcedes is adorable! And while writing this chapter H is almost finished!
KlaineForeverLover07: I love Samcedes too. But I can think of a few characters that shouldn't be paired up with Sam… Get that picture outta my head! I haven't really seen finding Nemo- or I have- but as I can remember I didn't like it that much- I used to have the computer game though… played it all the time! I will as soon as I can!
Precious- passenger: Yeah. Supercute. I loved the idea with Sam asking Carole- so cute! Hrm, haven't really seen it- I don't really like watching movies and liked it even less when finding Nemo was popular. Maybe if I do another Samcedes chapter I will bring that up… though the only Dory- quote I know is "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming"
Let's say that the parents of the New- Directions members have met a few times… for whatever. Let's just say so. Oh and this chapter is based on a roleplay I had with LocalXmusicXjellybeanX
H is for Hospital
"And drive carefully now Jake. The roads are slippery and we don't want any broken bones or anything… take my car, it's got the better wheels with these roads." Jake Puckerman- the boyfriend of my daughter ran a hand over his hair and took the keys I handed him. Promised me he would bring my daughter to the restaurant and home again safely. Marley scolded me for fussing so but I just smiled, closed the door after the young couple and then went to sit down in the living room with my magazine.
Barely half an hour later, I saw the front garden being lit up by a pair of lights from a car. That was weird- Marley and Jake shouldn't be home for another few hours and I wasn't expecting anybody. I stood up and looked out the window to see who it was and felt a gust of panic when I saw the police car. And then rushed outside where two policemen were just coming walking up the driveway.
"Are you Mrs. Rose?" One of them asked me. I nodded. I was too afraid to force myself to speak. "I'm afraid your daughter's been in an accident." It was just as if a cold hand had taken a grip of my heart and lungs. No- not my Marley. Please God don't take my Marley- not yet. I reached for something to hold onto and reached the side of the porch steps. "She's alive… but they're both hurt. We don't know how bad yet. Would you like to come with us to the hospital or would you like to drive by yourself?"
I stuttered something about that I wasn't sure if I would be able to drive now. The men took each arms and then lead me to the car as if I had been a prisoner. I stepped inside the car and then just sat there and shook out of fear the whole twenty minutes ride to Lima Memorial. I curled up the fabric of my shirt so hard in my fists I thought my nails would stick right through the fabric.
It felt like hours, yet it felt so fast until we were at the hospital and the policemen walked before me inside- to do whatever they needed for the investigation of the accident. So I was left alone in the waiting room and slowly made my way over to the desk with my heart pounding in my chest to hear for news about my Marley.
"Excuse me." I said- weaker than I had planned. "I'm Millie Rose- my daughter Marley and her boyfriend Jacob Puckerman was brought in here a while ago after a car- accident. Is there any news?" The person in the desk- whom could barely have been older than Marley just glared at me and told me to wait in line. When I began asking again- I was desperate he just fizzled to me to wait for my turn and that he didn't know.
"Millie…" I suddenly heard and Carole Hudson- Hummel came walking down the hallway and pressed a button by the door so I could get into the hallway myself. "Marley will be okay… come on I'll take you to her." Just those four first words she said when I came through the doors would have been enough. Everything seemed to be spinning again but this time of relief that my Marley would be safe.
Suddenly it crossed my mind who it actually was I was walking after. I didn't know Carole too well but well enough to know that her son- Finn had died earlier this year- nineteen years old. For a split second it crossed my mind how hard it must be for her to come up to me to tell my child was alright. All the time knowing that she'd never get those news again. That those were the exact opposite of the news she had gotten.
But it quickly faded once she pushed the door to one of the rooms in the hallway and I got to step inside after her to see my Marley just as I came in trying to push herself up on her elbow- with one arm in a sling and several bruises and cuts- and that was all I could see- it was easier said and done and Carole hurried over and rose the top half of the bed so Marley could sit up without having to hurt herself even further.
"Your shoulder was dislocated- but the doctors have put it back in place. A mild concussion so if you feel nauseas or dizzy let us know and we'll give you something for it. Upon that you've got bruises and cuts but nothing that needs stitches or anything like that. If you're in pain let us know that too- we can give you something for that too and we don't want you to be in pain do we?" Marley shook her head weakly. "So… I'll give you two some space… is there anything else you need?"
"Jake." It was barely more than a whisper. I knew my Marley- she'd try to keep strong as far as possible and the shakiness in her voice- didn't tell me how much she must be in pain or something- it said exactly how afraid she was that her loved one would not be alright. Carole nodded, I could finally make my way over to Marley and laid a hand on her hair and started stroking my hand towards the dark brown tresses.
"I'll go see if I can get any news." Carole said and left the room, and tied a small red button around Marley's wrist. "Just press that if you need anything." We were left alone in the room and the door had barely closed after Carole when Marley grimaced. I knew she had been trying to keep strong as long as Carole was in the room- she would try for me as well but then she finally let herself cry.
"Hey." I carefully pulled her close and continued stroking her hair. "I'm sure Jake will be just fine." She let out a half- suppressed sob and pulled her unhurt arm around my neck while pressing her face into my shirt. "Sch, sch, sch." I tried my best to comfort her. But how would I be able to do that? What if I told her Jake was fine and then the news we would get would be the exact opposite?
That's how far I got thinking before the door to the room ended and Tanisha Davies- Jake's mum was showed in with tear- stained cheeks and stuttering something I couldn't catch what it was. I lifted one arm- still holding Marley with the other arm and showed Tanisha to come over. She sat down by me and let me lay my arm around her shoulders and then just sat like that for a while before the door opened and Carole came in again.
"Jake broke a few ribs- one of them punctured his lung so they're putting in a drain up at the OR now. He'll have to stay here for it to heal for a few days but he'll be just fine." Tanisha leaned forward and put her head in her hands. "I'll make sure he comes in here when they're done." Carole turned around again but just as she laid a hand on the door Tanisha looked up.
"How do you do it?" Tanisha exclaimed, Carole stopped and turned around. "Oh my lord… I can't believe I just asked that I am such and idiot and I'm so, so sorry." I frowned- call me stupid but I still didn't really get what it was Tanisha had asked.
"No, no, it's fine. How do I do what?"
"How do you keep on going? How do you breathe?.. how do you keep on wake up when you know that your child is…" Tanisha didn't have the heart to finish the sentence and I looked worriedly to Carole- prepared for just about any reaction from her side. Carole let go of the door so it closed and stroke her neck- seemingly trying to find a good answer.
"I guess I don't." Still looking to Carole she had a bit of a distant look in her eyes and it was clear she was thinking about her son. "But… you don't get to stop being a parent when you haven't got a child anymore. So… I do my best… I can't think about what's going to happen tomorrow or in next week… or even in two seconds so I just… try to get through each moment- one second at the time." She sighed- then without another word left the room.
I hugged Marley tighter and placed a kiss on the top of her head. Marley had been my everything for so long since I and Peter got a divorce more than ten years ago. If I lost my Marley there would be nothing left for me. Maybe the thoughts of what would happen to me without Marley was what made me let go of Tanisha and Marley with a promise I'd be back in a second and walked after Carole- coming out of Marley's room just in time to see the nurse disappear into a room that appeared to be empty and dark to me and walked after.
I came into the room- it appeared to be an empty examine room- Carole wasn't in there but there was a door in the inner wall that read "storage room" so it didn't take much of my brain to work to understand that either I was in the wrong room or that was where she had gone so I made sure the door closed after me and then walked over the floor and into the storage room.
To be storage room the room was very empty. Only a few shelves stood by the walls and a few empty cartons stood on one of them. Carole sat on one of the old shelves to the right from the door. She didn't look up- or even seem to notice when I came into the room and walked over to sit down by her- then she looked up from her hands with tears shining in her eyes. I searched my pockets for a tissue that I later handed to Carole.
"Thanks." It was barely more than a whisper, yet it was clear how thick her voice was with crying. I put my palm against her back. "I'm fine. Just a bit… well… overwhelmed." I stroke her back and hesitated… tell her… not tell her… tell her…. Not tell her. At last I decided for telling her- maybe it would be making it all about me- but maybe it could give Carole a tiny little piece of the strength she so badly needed.
"Twenty years ago… before Marley was born I… I and Peter- Marley's dad. We had a son, a beautiful little boy named Jackie Zachariah- Jack we always called him for short. And…. He was such a happy little boy, as soon as he had smiled for the first time or laughed he'd just laugh all the time. And… at his first birthday almost all at once he looks to me, says Momma and then to Peter and says Dada…. And then he sat there, laughed. But we were having his baptizing in the evening so I put him in the crib we had in the living room to let him rest so he wouldn't be too tired by the time we were going to church." I cleared my throat, it had never been easy for me to talk about Jack- or what happened later.
"And I sat down in the sofa and I must have fallen asleep because what feels like suddenly I wake up from hearing Peter shout- and I saw him lift Jackie up to shake him to wake him but- Jackie never did. So… during that year we had our Jack was the best year of my life- and then suddenly… it was all over. I had no idea what to do with either myself or Peter or anything else. And then- a year later I suddenly sat with a positive pregnancy test in my hand and didn't know whether I should laugh or whether I should cry. And then and there I decided that whatever it would take- I would keep on fighting. And I did and from the beginning I didn't think I'd ever be happy again- but- then Peter came out from the room he was rearranging after Jackie and for Marley then… covered in wooden dust… and I could not stop laughing." Carole let hear a short chuckle through the tears.
"At first it felt like… how am I supposed to be happy now? How am I ever supposed to laugh or even smile again?" I drew a deep breath. "But then Peter told me that- you know Millie when Jack lived he would always love and laugh more when he heard you laugh. And I'm pretty sure your Finn liked hearing you laugh too." Carole nodded. "So don't stop… it doesn't matter if you don't laugh or smile all the time but do not give up. And you know the most important thing?" She shook her head. "Don't forget yourself. When Jack died I would care so much for others I forgot to care for myself and well… now we see where that got me… so don't make the same mistake as I did okay. Because it's okay for you to think about you… and it's okay to cry and to scream and punch and whatever you want to do… and more than anything else it is okay to smile and laugh and be happy…"
"SIDS?!" Carole exclaimed and looked to me. I nodded- yes- Sudden Infant Death Syndrome- that was what had taken my Jack. I took another deep breath and stroke away my own tears with the back of my free hand. "Come here" I heard myself exclaim and Carole leaned into my embrace and cried towards my shoulder. I silently just held her- there was nothing more to say. When Jack died everyone saying "I understand this is hard for you" had been driving me mad- understand? How could they ever understand? They couldn't!
After a couple of minutes Carole pulled away from me again and unfolded the tissue I had given her earlier. "I'm sorry." She mumbled before starting to wipe the tears. I shook my head and told her that there was nothing to be sorry for- and then she stood up to walk out in the ER again. I walked after and walked back to Marley. She was sleeping when I came in so I sat down and played with her hair until she woke up from the sounds with Jake's bed getting pushed into the room.
"Hey guys." Jake smiled weakly. "Oh… Mrs. Rose…" I scolded him without letting him continue for calling me Mrs. Rose instead of Millie outside McKinley. "Yeah… Millie… I think I smashed your car… pretty badly." I stood up from the chair I sat on and rubbed Jake's head.
"Don't worry about that car." I said. "It doesn't matter as long as you are both safe." I was going to say more when Jake started coughing. Followed by sharp intakes of breaths and more coughing. "Sch," I continued rubbing his head. "Try to breathe slow… slowly… that's it Jake… sch, sch." He coughed again.
"Oh God that hurts." He moaned and grimaced in pain. He too had a button tied around his wrist so I slightly lifted his hand to be able to press it and it couldn't have been ten seconds later when Carole came rushing in. Jake was given more painkillers and then Carole stayed- apparently because the doctor thought she needed to keep an eye on Marley and Jake. I had a good feeling it might actually be because he wanted to give Carole a chance to relax because to me it seemed like she was starting to have trouble keeping her eyes open.
"Hey…" the doctor came up to me while Carole was getting some paper work. If that nurse falls asleep… let her sleep… she's been here for the last twenty four hours. Her husband's in Washington and whenever he is she will stay until we more or less kick her out- though this time none of us seem to have the heart to do so." I nodded and kept a half eye on the nurse as she sat down by a cupboard and put the files on her lap.
"Hey…" I went over to her. "Have you got a paper and a pencil for me to borrow?" Did nurses keep everything in their pockets?! A couple of seconds later she had pulled a small notebook and a pencil in my hands and quickly noted my address and cellphone number over it. "Here." I gave the notebook back to Carole. "This is my address and number… if there is anything you need… a meal, a ride… somewhere to stay for a while… then just call or show up okay? It doesn't matter if it's Christmas day or three in the morning just give me a call." Carole looked up at me with so much gratefulness in her eyes she almost made me cry all over again while I went back to sit by Marley's bed and looked up at the small TV in the corner where pictures from the accident were just starting to show- and I was suddenly very much happier than before that both Jake and Marley had made it out from that wreck alive.
"I'll pay back for that car." Jake said- despite my earlier protests. "I'll get a job and pay back every dollar for it." I protested again, but Jake was barely awake and couldn't take it in so I quickly gave up and then continued with just sitting there playing with Marley's hair. Marley was sleeping but woke up- not quite yet enough to look around and see and hear what was going on.
"Is she supposed to be sleeping on duty?" She asked- I looked to where Marley looked and saw Carole- with the files still in her hand and a pencil behind hair- leaning against the cupboard heavily and fast asleep. I chuckled shortly and stood up and got a blanket I found in a cupboard to spread it over her.
"Today she is supposed to be sleeping on duty yes." I answered my Marley and walked back to sit down where Marley was almost falling asleep with her head against my arm. "You know when you were little I could sit with you for hours and hours when you were sleeping just to make sure you were still breathing." Marley slightly opened her eyes and looked to me.
"Mum… I'm not Jack… I'm fine, I'm not leaving you- ever."
"I know…" I answered. "So don't you dare ever scaring me like you did tonight again okay?" Marley sat up to be able to lean against my shoulder.
"I'm not planning on doing that mum."
Awwwwww, seriously adorable. I had the idea with Jack while writing and I could not let it go- so I hope you liked it… I feel so bad for Carole… for Millie too for that matter… and for Jake, and Marley… yeah you see how this is going.