Mirold's P.O.V
I was scared to death, when they rolled her into hospital. She couldn't talk but her eyes explained how much pain she felt . I called dasis that she could take care of our daughter. I wanted just to be with Milenia and know that anything will be alright. Even if I knew that wasn't true.
After an hour doctor came out of her room and I asked right away: " How is she?"
" Milenia Michelson?" he asked I nodded "Sadly we are not prepared to take of her. Her sickness is to rear and none of the doctors have not enough training. Only thing we were capable of was putting her under the painkiller, but they are not working well. Can you call to her doctor?"
" No" I said and he looked at me questionably " I don't know who her doctor is"
" But do you have access to her phone?"
" Yes. I have." I said happily " I got to go. Call me please if anything would change."
" Yes, of course. You are father of hers?"
" No, I'm her husband" I got mad
" Okay, a good one" doc laughed " I let them call to her father as you, when she's awake" at that moment I couldn't bare it anymore and I took a hold of his jacket and screamed:
" What don't you get? I'm her husband and right now you are wasting both of our time and my wife's. She is all for me. She fell for me and I fell for her. We have been together over 2 years so back off. I need my wife and if anything happen to her because you were talking shit about him or I, I promise I will hunt you down and don't care about law anymore" and took off.
I called to her doctor and with two hours we were in Smatsen's hospital. I didn't got any good news. They said she has only 2 weeks left.
I was shocked. No I'm not gonna lose her. I love her. She can't leave me. I'm older, I supposed to die earlier but fate decided to make sick twist with me. I can't accept that she's dying. I can't give up but how... if she's the one who gave up on the beginning. I tried to look over it and didn't care, at frist, but now she's my everything. What she wants from me? I want her, I'd do anything for her...
But if she leaves our daughter will be an orphin, because I know the day she's gone forever is the day I die.
I was a coward. I was scared she'll hurt me. I got her back. She gave me second change. She never gave up on me so why should I give up on her? Just it would be easier if she could talk but all what was surroding me in this room was silence. Her pale face, being under the painkiller. Her face hunting me how she screamed me to call 911.
I did but I felt quilt. She run away, came pack only to feel the pain in her bones and I knew this was my punishment. She was always so strong but PP made her fragile like a glass but we never noticed. We never did.
And so I was here begging God that she could be with my for a little longer. That she don't have to suffer. I was suffering already....