Because she has been so lovely to me!
She has been my rock for the last few weeks and I feel a little like a daughter to her! :) (Sorry but it's true! Hope I don't scare you off! I just really like you as a person! :) )
Anyway, I had my writing thing going on and it's made me write most of this in one evening! I tried really hard on this chapter.
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Sirens blared. The blue and white lights flashed. Everything was just white noise; I could hear people crying and some talking to others.
“Sir, please let us check him over” a male voice said. Looking up through blurry eyes all I saw was the green uniform of the paramedic. Nodding I slipped Damon’s off my knee. I was just about to place his head on the floor when someone stopped me. Whoever this was put a towel or something under his head.
“Thank you.” I managed to get out. Leaning down to Damon’s ear I said “it’s okay buddy. These nice men are going to look after you. I’ll be here with mom and Jenni.” He didn’t respond. How could he? The impact of the car had knocked him unconscious. The cut on his head hadn’t stopped bleeding. My already dark jeans were stained with his blood. I felt numb. My thoughts revolved my son.
“Jai…” a voice gasped. I felt Claire’s hand slip into mine. And Jenni slipped hers into my other hand. We stood there together watching the men working over the small boy in the middle of the fray.
“Are you his family?” A paramedic rushed over and asked.
“Yes.”
“I have a few questions. Is he allergic to any medication?” I shook my head. “Does he have any prior illnesses?” Again I shook my head. “Okay, we’re going to take him to hospital in a few moments. Unfortunately there isn’t enough room in the ambulance. Are you able to follow us?” Claire must’ve replied because he turned away.
“What’s wrong with him?” My voice sounded croaky.
“We suspect he’s got internal bleeding and a concussion. We want to take him to the doctor so they can check him over properly.” He hurried over towards the ambulance and got in. We all stood there and watched as the lights started flashing. The siren pierced through the air. We all still stood there. A small wall of the people who loved Damon.
“Daddy is Damon going to be okay?”
“I don’t know Jenni. I just don’t know.”
*&*
I shifted my weight. The plastic chair squeaked in protest. Leaning my elbows on my knees. Looking around the waiting room I spied Jenni. She had fallen asleep a few hours ago; she was leaning on Claire’s knee and had Claire’s coat over her as a blanket. I had left my coat back at the park. I was going to bring it but when I picked it up all I could think of it being over Damon’s lifeless body. Oh well at least some homeless person will have another coat. Claire was falling asleep slowly. Her eyes were red and puffy. Lines stained her cheeks. We were all exhausted. Damon had been rushed into surgery to stop the bleeding. He had been in surgery for over two hours. We hadn’t been told anything since we arrived. I had rung my mother and father to tell them what happened and they were on their way. Standing up I paced around the small square road. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted to run into that surgery and demand to know what was happening. Frustration ran through my body. Going towards the reception I asked the person behind the desk if they knew anything.
“I’m sorry sir. I’ve rung down but no one has answered.” My stomach dropped.
“Is that a good thing?” My voice shook.
“It could be sir. It means that they are getting ready to bring him up to recovery.” I nodded.
“Thank you miss.” I went to my seat and sat down. My heart was hammering. My breath was coming quick. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. All I wanted to do was to curl up in a ball and cry. But how could I? My wife and children need me to be strong. There will be plenty of time to cry when I know Damon is alright…
Another hour passed.
It must’ve been the longest sixty minutes of my life. Claire had finally given in to her exhaustion. I know she wanted to be awake for when we finally hear something about Damon but all the tears and trying to keep it together had taken its tool on her. We hadn’t spoken to each other. But I know we both felt the same. Claire perhaps more. The feeling of guilt and shame. How could we be arguing about Rosa instead of watching our children!? If we weren’t arguing this wouldn’t have happened to him.
My despair was about to wash over me when I saw Damon’s surgeon. Jumping out of my seat I met him. The shock of my weight disappearing from the chairs had woken Claire up. Seeing the doctor she too stood up quickly and joined me.
“Mr and Mrs Robins?” I nodded eagerly. “I’m Dr McDonald, your son’s surgeon. I’m sorry it took so long. But your son lost a lot of blood.”
“Will he be okay?” Claire’s voice was shrill. Her hand was clenching mine.
“Thankfully yes. He was very lucky, he doesn’t have any broken bones and we have stopped his bleeding. But he does have a concussion in which we will monitor.” I let out a breath of relief. “Your son is type O Negative correct?” Claire nodded. “And you miss are type AB Negative?” Again Claire nodded. “Your son lost a lot of blood and is in need of a transfusion. We do have some supplies but they are limited. And your son is less likely to reject the blood if it is given by a family member or parent.” He turned towards me. “Mr Robins what type blood are you?”
“I don’t know Doctor. I have never been tested.” He smiled gently at me.
“Well that is easily sorted. If you want we can go get you tested immediately and then we can take your blood and transfuse it immediately.”
Next thing I know I was laid back on a chair and a nurse was getting ready to draw some blood. I hated needles but the thought of Damon getting better quicker stopped the world from spinning.
“Alright sir, I have just going to draw a little blood and then we will rush it through testing.” The nurse was a small thing. She looked to be 5”3 the most and had curly blonde hair. She had way too much lipstick on. I gripped the small sponge ball that they give you when she pricked my skin with the needle. The few seconds seemed to take forever but it was worth it in the end. “Okay sir. So we’re done here. Please go sit back in the waiting room and we’ll be with you shortly.” She placed a small square tissue on the tiny hole and handed me what looked like a small cookie. I nodded and slipped quietly back into waiting room. Claire was sat with Jenni. She had undone the plaits that had been in Jenni’s hair and was running her fingers through it.
“How was it?” She mumbled.
“Fine. It hurt a little.” I gestured towards my arm.
I don’t know how long we waited for. It could’ve been minutes. It could’ve been hours.
“Mr and Mrs Robins?” We looked up to see Dr McDonald looking at us.
“Do you have the results yet?”
“No” my face must’ve fallen because he quickly added “but we thought you may want to follow me and I’ll take you to your son.” Within a second I had picked up Jenni, being careful not to wake her up. And was following the doctor. We walked down a long hallway. They all look the same… paintings hung on the wall at odd timings. Windows lined the opposite wall; it showed a large garden where patients could go sit outside. The lights were the florescent kind. We reached a small room with two beds in them. One was empty which I quickly lay Jenni on and the other had Damon on it. He looked even smaller than he did when he was in the road. Tubes were everywhere. He had one going up his nose, another into his hand and another administering blood transfusion. His hair was falling into his face. Bruises discoloured his hands. His face was pale and had lost all colour in it. My heart clenched. Claire immediately went over and swept his hair away from his face. I went over cautiously; reaching past the tubes I touched his hand. I don’t know what happened. Perhaps it was me seeing him alive finally or something but as soon as I did, a few of the tears I had been holding in slipped out. I wanted to hug him desperately. But I was frightened. What if I hurt him? Or I cause him to bleed again? So I just contented myself with holding his hand.
“Mr Robins?” I turned towards Dr McDonald. “Can I speak to you and your wife outside for a moment please?” I looked at the children. Both were asleep. We followed the doctor outside into the hall.
“I have your results Mr Robins…”
“I’m a match right? I have to be! If Claire is AB Negative and Damon is O Negative. I got to be right? It’s basic biology!” Where had this been an hour ago?
“Unfortunately sir you’re not.” He opened his mouth to carry on but I stopped him.
“What do you mean I’m not? I have to be! He’s my son! Isn’t that right Claire? It can only be me! We’ve been together since we were sixteen! We’ve only been with each other! How could that be?” I felt like my world was falling apart around me. My thoughts were messed up. Unable to comprehend what the doctor was saying.
“Mr Robins, there are two possibilities of why your son doesn’t have the same blood type of his parents. One is that is very minuet. That the hospital in which your son was born in made a grave error and you ended up getting the wrong baby.” The wrong baby? Does that even happen? “Or…” he looked at Claire. “Your son isn’t yours Mr Robins.”
“What!? That can’t be possible?!” I turned towards Claire. “Isn’t it Claire?” She was looking down at the floor. Desperation was in my voice, my body felt cut off from my brain.
“I’ll give you guys a few minutes to talk…” I barely saw him move away from us. I was fixated on Claire.
“Claire. Please tell me this is one sick joke.” She didn’t say anything. “Claire please?” I felt the tears run down my face but I didn’t bother wiping them away. She hadn’t said anything. Just look dumbly at the floor. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. “Who is he Claire?” the desperation I had felt had evaporated at my anger. “Who the fuck is the father to my fucking son!?” she didn’t answer me. I saw her flinch at my tone. “Tell me Claire. Who is he eh? Who is the son of a bitch who’s child you let me bring up for the last 7 years?!” I grabbed her by the arms and shook her a little. “Tell me Claire! Who is he!?!?”
“David Hesketh.” I dropped my hands immediately.
“Him?! That bastard?” David Hesketh had been the guy that liked to cause fights in high school just for the fun of it. He was a total ass. He and I had got into a number of fights, especially when I got together with Claire. He was always saying how he ‘would fuck that bird’ in earshot of me. So I retaliated by punching him in the nose. “When?”
“A few days before me and you slept together…” I stepped back. She had finally lifted her head and I could see the tears running down her face.
“You cheated on me?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you let me bring up his child?” My voice had turned low and menacing.
“I didn’t know whose he was. I was going to get a test a few years ago but they weren’t accurate. And by that point I was pregnant with Jenni and you had already bonded so much with him. I couldn’t take it away from you…”
“So you let me bring up another man’s baby!?”
“I always thought he was yours! You both are so similar and have the same manners and everything!”
“So that’s why you thought that did you? Things like that are learnt Claire! A baby starts learning about its parents from the moment it’s conceived!” I started shouting at the end. I turned away from her and strode down the hall.
“Jai! Please! Let’s talk about this!?” she ran after me and grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Wrenching my arm out of her grip I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. Nurses had stopped at the sight of us and I could see them deliberating if they should call security.
“No Claire! There is no ‘talking’ about this! You let me bring up his baby for seven years! Because of me thinking he was mine was what made me propose! Yes I loved you at the time but that just made me push everything forward a few years! I worked two jobs and did college on top of that to pay for everything! But you know what? I didn’t care! Because I had my wife and son to come back too! And you’ve just taken it all away from me… don’t follow me Claire. I don’t know what I’ll do. Just go watch over them.” I turned and walked away.
Rosa’s POV:
Knocking echoed throughout my flat. I was in the bedroom just getting changed to go to sleep. I was wearing one of Blake’s shirts. He had left it over a while ago and I had just claimed it. Nothing was comfier than sleeping in a long shirt. Well perhaps wearing nothing at all! ;) Padding my way to the door, the knocking didn’t let up.
“One minute!” I called through the door. I unlocked the door and was met with a silhouetted figure. I didn’t even get to say anything before they pitched forward and landed on the floor.