Post by Morph on May 31, 2008 15:03:40 GMT -5
Morph was sitting in the hallway of the hospital, staring as if through the opposite wall and raking his fingers through his hair. He felt like he could climb the wall because of how nervous he was.
He had driven Brady to the hospital straight from the office where they had been quietly working on the magazine issue. She had felt pain, and then there had been blood and they had both started panicking, even though Kevin had been trying to show some confidence and support for her. The baby was coming three weeks earlier, and they were absolutely not prepared for anything of the kind.
The doctors had immediately sent Brady to the emergency surgery, and even though Kevin had demanded to be let in to be there with her, he had been ushered out to wait in the hallway. The surgery room was not a place for him. He had considered even posing as a nurse to sneak in but had judged himself to be too nervous to achieve an accurate disguise in terms of behavior and possible things that a nurse might do and say. He couldn't handle it, so he had stayed impatiently outside in the hallway.
Every minute seemed like an eternity and he waited every second for someone to appear through the doors and tell him that his son was born and that he could go and see his baby and his wife. Every now and then he would get up and pace along the hallway, counting the lines on the floor, in hope that it would help him pass the time. He even banged his head on the wall a few times, not knowing how to relief his tension. Brady was in there somewhere and he couldn't even see her, and that was the worst thing.
Kevin didn't believe his eyes when the clock on the wall told him he had been there for nearly two hours already. He raked his fingers through his hair again. What in the world was taking them SO LONG?! He felt fear and insane worry creep up to his throat. It was strong enough to make him walk up to the door and put his hand on the knob, but he managed to stop himself from walking in.
His endless expectation was over when a doctor walked out from the door; he had an expression on his face that Kevin was afraid to begin to interpret. He stood up.
"I'm sorry," the surgeon said in a quiet voice. "Your wife had a massive hemorrhage... We tried all we could, but we couldn't save her."
The sounds came muffled for Kevin, and he blinked his eyes, trying to chase it away. "What?.." he asked, hoping he had misunderstood something.
"We couldn't save your wife," the doctor repeated. "Her heart stopped during the surgery. I'm really sorry."
Kevin opened his mouth to object. It couldn't be true; was the doctor confusing him with someone else? Brady couldn't die. Not his Brady. This wasn't happening.
His legs gave in and he slumped down onto his knees, staring into nothingness in front of him. His eyes hurt and he had to shut them.
He had driven Brady to the hospital straight from the office where they had been quietly working on the magazine issue. She had felt pain, and then there had been blood and they had both started panicking, even though Kevin had been trying to show some confidence and support for her. The baby was coming three weeks earlier, and they were absolutely not prepared for anything of the kind.
The doctors had immediately sent Brady to the emergency surgery, and even though Kevin had demanded to be let in to be there with her, he had been ushered out to wait in the hallway. The surgery room was not a place for him. He had considered even posing as a nurse to sneak in but had judged himself to be too nervous to achieve an accurate disguise in terms of behavior and possible things that a nurse might do and say. He couldn't handle it, so he had stayed impatiently outside in the hallway.
Every minute seemed like an eternity and he waited every second for someone to appear through the doors and tell him that his son was born and that he could go and see his baby and his wife. Every now and then he would get up and pace along the hallway, counting the lines on the floor, in hope that it would help him pass the time. He even banged his head on the wall a few times, not knowing how to relief his tension. Brady was in there somewhere and he couldn't even see her, and that was the worst thing.
Kevin didn't believe his eyes when the clock on the wall told him he had been there for nearly two hours already. He raked his fingers through his hair again. What in the world was taking them SO LONG?! He felt fear and insane worry creep up to his throat. It was strong enough to make him walk up to the door and put his hand on the knob, but he managed to stop himself from walking in.
His endless expectation was over when a doctor walked out from the door; he had an expression on his face that Kevin was afraid to begin to interpret. He stood up.
"I'm sorry," the surgeon said in a quiet voice. "Your wife had a massive hemorrhage... We tried all we could, but we couldn't save her."
The sounds came muffled for Kevin, and he blinked his eyes, trying to chase it away. "What?.." he asked, hoping he had misunderstood something.
"We couldn't save your wife," the doctor repeated. "Her heart stopped during the surgery. I'm really sorry."
Kevin opened his mouth to object. It couldn't be true; was the doctor confusing him with someone else? Brady couldn't die. Not his Brady. This wasn't happening.
His legs gave in and he slumped down onto his knees, staring into nothingness in front of him. His eyes hurt and he had to shut them.