Chapter Twenty - Seven

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So....this is the final chapter before the epilogues.   I truly enjoyed writing this.

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Chapter Twenty - Seven

James’ POV

I was still in a daze repeating to myself what my Dad just said.   She’s going to be okay...she’s going to be okay.    I’m feeling so many emotions right now, I couldn’t even tell you which one I felt the most.   Relief, elation, joy, fear, sadness.....so many running through my mind that I’m sure that I wasn’t paying attention and missed what my Dad said next.

“I was able to remove everything,” I heard my Dad mutter and then sigh.  He looked so tired, he was rubbing his hands over his face.   “It was all in fragments, must have shattered when she fell.  That’s why I was in surgery for so long.  I was meticulous, everything had to be removed for fear of infection.”

The room was still so quiet, Mr. and Mrs. C asked a few questions, but the rest of us just sat there and absorbed all that my Dad was telling us.

“I want her in isolation for five to seven days,” he was telling us.  “Angie, I’ll have her moved on the fifth floor, the ICU department.”

I watched as Mrs. C just absently nodded to him.  I’m sure she knew this hospital inside out, she’s been working here for years.   “She’ll have a nurse per shift assigned to her, we cannot risk infection.   I cannot stress that enough.  So when visiting, everyone will be required to scrub and I want masks and gowns covering clothing.”

Mr. C just nodded now in his agreement.   My Dad just continued on...”I would prefer only immediate family just coming to see her, and also, if you’ll be kind enough to allow James to visit with her.”   Another nod from both Mr. and Mrs. C and I couldn’t tell you how happy I was just then.  I would die if I wasn’t allowed to see her.   “If any of you has a tickle in your throat, coughed once throughout the day, don’t come.  Please. “

“But,” it was barely a whisper from Mrs. C...”She will be alright Brian?”

I watched as my Dad looked up at her, he was pondering what he was going to say to her, I’m not sure why he took a while to respond but what he said next to all of us, surprised us all.   “I will make no guarantees, but there will be no more pressure on her brain, in time, it will begin to heal itself, the small damage that was done to that particular area.”  We all sat there mesmerized at what my Dad was saying.   “She might, and this is a big might,” he was telling us.  “She might regain some of her sight, or perhaps all of it.”

I dropped my head in my hands, I couldn’t believe what my Dad just said to us.   Oh my god, now I knew what I felt rushing through my veins.   I felt elated, so much joy and happiness for Sophia.   The sound in the room now was of crying, but I knew it was crying of relief.   Crying of happiness for their daughter, for their sister that might be able to see once again.

“It’s a possibility then Dr. Anderson?” I heard Nick ask my Dad, he could barely speak, his voice so thick with emotion.

“Yes, Nick.  It’s a good possibility,” my Dad replied.   “She will require more surgeries in the future, how many?  I couldn’t tell you.  It will all depend on how she heals, the scar tissue that will form and if I can remove it or not.   But the pressure on her optical nerve is no more and I saw minor damage, but only time will tell all.”

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