Sorry for the long delay everyone. I was so busy with school, but now I am on summer break. Thank the lord. lol. I hope you enjoy. Don't worry, there will be more writing because I have a lot more freetime.
Once Reid was wheeled into the cold, sterile operating room, everything started to happen quickly. They got him onto the table, which wasn't difficult for the nurses since for his lightness, even on top of the weight he lost since he was sick all of the time. Before he knew it, he was going into a slumber into dreamland with help on an anesthesia mask.
Maeve had been sitting with the team in the waiting room. Ever since she saw Spencer getting wheeled into the operating room, she couldn't help but mildly panic. She knew that the statistics were good since the tumor was getting removed, but she couldn't stop thinking about the unthinkable. What if it doesn't work out? Maeve thought to herself. What if he starts bleeding or what if he stop breathing normally? All of Maeve's wickedly fast thoughts were slowed down when Alex sat next to her; she could sense Maeve's panic.
"He'll be okay. It is better off that he gets it removed rather than let it eat him up inside." Maeve nodded, Alex had a point.
"I know, it's just that I love Spencer. I couldn't imagine a world without him. I look forward to the chats that we have every Sunday. When we first met face to face, it just made our relationship stronger." Alex nodded and smiled.
"Maeve, he loves you too." Maeve smiled and looked at Alex.
"Thank you Alex." Alex was confused by Maeve's statement. "Thank you for what?" Maeve sighed somberly.
"Thank you for practically saving my world when he collapsed. If anything would have happened to him, I think that my world would have crumpled like glass that fell off a shelf into millions of billions of pieces, and you know when something like that breaks, it can't be fixed no matter how much super glue and duct tape you may use; it just isn't the same looking." Maeve started to quietly sob. Alex felt a lump in her throat as she put an arm around Maeve.
"I know, I had my glass fall off the shelf already." Maeve looked up.
"I am sorry, what happened if you don't mind me asking?" Alex rubbed Maeve's slender back. "My son, Ethan. He died when he was nine years old. He had a rare neurological disorder. He actually had a couple tumors removed from his brain before. He started to slow down though; he was always tired, he just wasn't the same boy. Even though he wasn't like your typical child; his disorder caused him to have problems with milestones; it hurt like hell when he just stopped breathing. I begged him to open his eyes, but he just….. he just didn't." Maeve sighed sadly.
"I am so sorry Alex about Ethan." Alex rubbed Maeve's back some more. "Oh, its fine. Seriously." Maeve sadly smiled. Alex sighed. "Why don't you try and get some rest. You have had a long day." Maeve nodded, that wasn't such a bad idea. She leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes, before she knew it, she had went to sleep.