Gabe started
running and Anna dashed out after him not even stopping to close the
door. Chris’ ashen face revealed his worry as he ran back as fast
as he could to his friend. Sean lay at an odd angle on the ground
beneath at the foot of the tree house ladder. Ryan sat on the second
level crying in pain. Sofi knelt on the floor half holding Ryan,
trying to comfort him so he would stop.
Sean was
unconscious, but still breathing and Gabe yelled at Anna to run back
to the cabin and call 911. His cell phone didn’t have service. She
made it half way back before she saw Rose step out. “Call 911, Sean
is unconscious,” Anna yelled at her and ran back to the tree house
to see what she could do to help.
When she
returned Gabe checked Sean for fractured bones; thankfully nothing
appeared to be broken. Anna hugged Chris who stammered, visibly
distraught.
“Ryan fell
asleep and Sean said he could carry him down and to the house. He got
down the first ladder and had just started down the second ladder
when his hand slipped. He pushed Ryan onto the landing, that’s why
he’s crying, but then Sean fell. He wouldn’t wake up. I checked
to make sure he was breathing like they taught us in first aid at
scouts. I didn’t know what else to do though, so I ran for you
guys.” Chris’ eyes filled and he choked on the last words.
Doug, Bob,
Mary and Rose came running. “Paramedics will be at least a half
hour to get up here. If he can be moved, they can meet us at the
bottom of the mountain and take him from there,” Doug announced.
Adam followed after them and took Ryan, now calmed down, from Sofi.
“Is there a
board we can roll him onto and carry him stabilized to the car?”
Anna asked. Rose told her about some extra wood in the barn and Anna
and Adam took off running. Gabe stayed holding his child’s hand.
They found the
wood and brought back a stiff board long enough to hold Sean, but
short enough to fit in the car. Rose held Sean’s head still as the
men gently rolled him onto the board. Anna returned to the house to
get the keys and bring the suburban over near the tree house.
The car
stopped feet away from the injured boy. Rose climbed in the far back
seat and Chris got in after her. Anna started to protest, but the
look on his face silenced her objections. Doug and Bob loaded Sean on
the back seat while Gabe steadied the board and then sat on the floor
beside Sean to hold him still. Doug climbed in the front seat and
Anna sped away as quickly as she could safely traverse the uneven
ground. Mary, Bob, and Adam took the other children back to the
house.
The twisting
mountain roads frustrated Anna. Each turn seemed to conspire to slow
down their desperate hurry, each bump in the road a potential danger
to a boy with unknown injuries. No one spoke the whole drive, but
many silent prayers were offered pleading for God’s help and
protection.
Anna pulled
into the shopping center lot seconds before the ambulance arrived.
The paramedics transferred Sean and the 20 minute trip to the
hospital began. Sirens running and lights flashing Gabe and Sean
disappeared down the road. Anna followed carefully behind, held up by
other cars and traffic lights.
Eventually,
the gleam of the hospital came into view. It stood taller than the
surrounding buildings and Anna directed the suburban into the closest
parking spot. Everyone jumped out of the car and Chris practically
ran into the Emergency Entrance. Anna assured him that a few seconds
would not make a difference, but she also felt anxious for Rose and
Doug to walk faster.
Rose
approached the receptionist and inquired about Sean. He was being
cared for, Gabe was with him, and they could wait in a small room
across the hall. Someone would come and update them as soon as they
learned any results or new information.
Vinyl covered
chairs and small tables filled a typical waiting room. A few
magazines and a left over news paper spilled over a table and onto
the floor. A few small children’s toys, wooden cars and a bead
maze, filled a corner of the room. The patterned linoleum flooring
and light green wall color appeared designed to make people sick, not
help them recover.
Chris,
uninterested in reading, anxiously twisted in his seat. Anna offered
to take him to the gift shop to look for a balloon for Sean to keep
Chris’ mind off his friend’s condition. They wandered through
hallways and double doors until they noticed a sign with arrows
pointing out directions. The small gift corner opened in a corner,
visible near the main entrance. They took their time looking at each
item for sale. Finally, they decided on a star balloon attached to a
small plastic stick; brightly colored with “get well” printed in
a gold font and streamers attached at the base.
Rose
and Doug were not in the waiting room when they returned. A quick
check at the Emergency Room reception desk told them that Sean had
been taken to CT for a scan and Gabe should return to the waiting
room shortly. Anna spotted him as they left the ER. He looked very
tired and his shoulders slumped as he collapsed in a lightly padded
chair. His hands covered his face and his breathing was shallow and
uneven.
Anna
knelt on the chair beside him and wrapped her arms around him. His
shoulders began to shake and a small sob escaped. She tightened her
embrace and kissed him on the head, like she would have comforted
Chris. Rose and Doug returned to the room and rushed in to ask Gabe
about Sean’s status. “He is getting a CT scan to check for brain
injury. He came to while he was in the room, but seems to be drifting
in and out. He has a large swollen egg on the left side of his head,
he must have hit a buried tree root. There isn’t any blood and
since it’s swelling outside, hopefully it’s not swelling inside.
The scan should tell us more.”
Rose
sat on the other side of Gabe and held his hand. It seemed like hours
or days that they all sat there frozen, each lost in their own
thoughts. The door creaked as it opened and a doctor came in with a
very serious expression. It softened as he saw them all. “It looks
fine; there isn’t any swelling on the brain. He has a severe
concussion and we want to keep him overnight for observation. They
are moving him now to a room. He is awake and asking for you.” The
doctor was taken aback when Gabe stood abruptly and hugged him.
“I
don’t want more than 2 or 3 at a time,” the doctor added and gave
them the room number. All five of them dashed through the hospital
corridors. Anna stopped in the hall on the upper floor to make a
phone call back to the cabin to inform everyone of the wonderful news
and the new over night plans. Jayne answered the phone and was
relieved to hear from her. Anna could hear her repeating to the
others. Jayne said good-bye and Anna hurried to catch up to the
others speeding down the hall.
Anna
and Chris waited outside the hospital room door while Rose, Doug, and
Gabe went in. Sean, obviously groggy, tried to focus on Gabe as he
sat in a chair at the bedside. Gabe held desperately to Sean’s hand
as though that lifeline would hold Sean there with him. Rose stood
beside her son and Doug sat on a stool at the foot of the bed. Gabe
caressed his son’s arm, afraid to touch his head now. A flexible
ice pack laid under Sean’s head with a thin towel between the pack
and his shaggy scalp.
Fifteen
minutes later, Rose and Doug came out and told Anna and Chris they
could go in. Chris stopped in the doorway when he saw the EKG machine
and IV hooked up to his friend. Gabe motioned for them to come in,
never letting go of his son’s hand. Chris only came over to the
foot of his bed and waved hello. Sean had a hard time focusing and
Gabe offered, “Chris and Anna are here to see you too.”
Chris took a deep breath, “I was scared when you fell.”
Sean,
still not thinking clearly enough to respond, just closed and opened
his eyes in an attempt to nod. Anna touched his leg and told him,
“You just get some rest, dude. Don’t think that smashing your
brain is going to get you out of eating my world famous pumpkin pie.
You have to be hurt worse than that to escape.”
Sean
smiled and closed his eyes for a second. “You probably just need a
nap after all this excitement.” She said it more for Gabe and
Chris’ benefit. Gabe looked at her thankfully and then returned his
focus on Sean. Sean slipped back into unconsciousness.
Anna
and Chris walked out to the hall to talk to Rose and Doug. “The
nurse says it will be at least a few hours until Sean is coherent. I
would love to stay, but we should take you two and Rose back to the
cabin,” Doug suggested.
They
all agreed and Doug went back in the room to explain the plan to
Gabe. Anna met them all at the door with the car. The drive back flew
by now that the need to hurry disappeared. She turned the car into
the drive before she noticed that all three of them had drifted off.
She shook each one gently and they all groggily walked into the house
to share the latest update. Sue, John, and they daughters were
waiting at the house for them too.
In
their absence, Mary had prepared dinner and the delicious aroma
filled the house. They were met by Jayne, Adam, Rana, Matt, and
Michael all dressed to go out. Anna looked at them in stunned
silence. It took her a minute to realize that they were following
through with their plans. Don’t
they know that their friend’s son is in the hospital?
But then she reminded herself that staying around here waiting
wouldn’t do any good. They
might as well be out having fun. No use sitting around worrying.
They
said good bye and left Clover and Poppy to babysit.
Rose was
stunned to see it was 8:30 pm already. Doug sat down at the table and
Mary handed him a plate. Chris waited for his dinner, his head
leaning on his arm on the table. He nodded and nearly rolled off the
chair. The anxiety of the day had worn him out. Anna dished herself
some food while Mary got some for Rose. One look at them and she knew
that Doug would not be in any position to travel back to the
hospital, especially down the mountain roads in the dark.
“If you’d
rather, I am happy to go back to the hospital and stay with Gabe and
Sean,” Anna offered. “I’ll take Gabe some food and he can get
some rest while I keep watch.”
Initially
Doug declined, but eventually admitted his exhaustion and gladly
accepted her offer. Sue and John suggested they go with her, but Doug
explained that they wouldn’t be permitted in the room after
visiting hours. Anna was permitted in only because one of the nurses
had mistakenly assumed Anna was Gabe’s significant other. As nearly
family she was allowed to be there. Anna raised her eyebrows in
surprise, she hadn’t known about the misunderstanding. She hadn’t
even thought about it. Grateful none the less, she walked up the
stairs to grab a change of clothes for Gabe.
I’m
sure he won’t leave the hospital at all and he’ll be glad for
some clean things.
She felt a
little silly as she went through his drawers deciding on clothes, but
pushed it out of her head. I’m
a grown woman, underwear and socks should not embarrass me.
She laughed to herself as she placed them all in a bag. Last minute
she remembered his toothbrush and deodorant from the bathroom and
added them to her collection.
Just
as an after thought she grabbed hers as well. If
I’m going to let him get some rest, I might need to stay.
It only took a minute to grab an extra shirt and her toiletries. Mary
had filled two plastic storage containers with food and a jug with
fruit juice. She handed them to Anna as she rounded the foot of the
stairs. Anna kissed Chris good night and assured him that his friend
would be ok. “I’ll be here when you wake up tomorrow. I love
you,” she added as she walked to the car and Chris stood in the
doorway watching her leave. The headlights barely illuminated the
darkness as she drove the swerving mountain road for the third time
that day.
Gabe
felt both grateful his parents, Anna and Chris had left and abandoned
at the same time. I don’t
want to have to pretend to have it together. I can’t act like I’m
strong or have any answers. I can’t pretend like I know it will
work out all right. But I really wish someone was here to tell me he
will be fine. I could use a shoulder to cry on.
His mind drifted back to his breakdown this afternoon and how nice it
felt to have arms around him for comfort.
Anna
walked into the lobby of the hospital and an attendant walking by
stopped her, “It is way past visiting hours and I can’t let you
in.”
Trying
to be discrete she explained, “I am bringing clothes for the father
of the patient in room 273. He is still in there and I just need to
see him.”
The
woman told her to wait there while she checked at the nurses station.
A few minutes later she returned and gladly directed her to the
elevator to get up to the second floor. “Sorry about that
misunderstanding. They said you are to go right in. You must be
family,” the attendant added, obviously fishing for information.
Eager
to get inside and a little afraid that if she told them she was just
a friend they would not let her go, Anna didn’t correct her and
simply responded, “Almost.” The woman smiled and opened the door
to the corridor.
Only
a small table lamp barely lit Sean's room. Gabe sat in a standard
waiting room padded chair set close to the bed. His elbows rested on
the edge of the mattress, his head buried in his hands. Anna opened
the door and seeing her there brought a little bit of sunshine to a
dreary day. She will take care
of me. I can rely on her.
Anna
dropped the bag on the floor at Gabe’s feet and dug out the plastic
containers of food. She pulled off a lid and inserted a fork. She
handed it to Gabe and nicely commanded, “eat.” He tried to shake
his head no and tell her he wasn’t hungry, but she stared at him
with a look that she used for the boys when they were doing something
stupid but she didn’t want to scold. When he took a bite, she
relaxed, pulled out the bottle of juice and twisted open the cap.
After
a few bites, he really was starving, she handed him the juice which
he gulped eagerly. He made quick work of the food and drink. Sitting
back in the chair his eyes closed for a second. Now that he had eaten
his fill, his mind could focus again. He returned his attention to
his son.
Anna
touched his shoulder to get his attention. He turned to look at her
briefly, but focused his gaze again on the unconscious boy. “There
is a new doctor and she has been in several times to check on him.
Sean is unconscious again, not just sleeping, and he is not
responding at all. The doctor is worried, she doesn’t say it, but I
can see it.” The words tumbled out in a whisper, the tears in his
voice barely veiled. “I can’t survive if he doesn’t make it. I
can’t lose him. I have nothing else.” A small tear escaped, “Oh,
God, please make him alright. Please heal him and bring him back to
me.” What had started as an explanation to her had ended in a
prayer, pleading for his son’s life.
She
pulled a second chair to sit beside him. She wrapped her arms around
him and rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and
silently prayed for Sean and for his dad. Warm tears escaped as she
considered how she would feel if put in his place. I
can’t do much, but I can be here for him. He is rightly terrified.
Leaning
against the bed, elbows resting on the blanket, Gabe started to crave
sleep. It was still very early, but the stress had taken its toll. He
couldn’t believe only this morning he had planned to go out
shopping with his parents and still go out with the gang tonight. He
planned to help tomorrow with the Thanksgiving preparations. It
seemed like weeks ago they had stood in the kitchen making plans.
Anna
raised her head and facing Gabe softly said, “You look tired, you
can get some sleep and I will stay watch for you. I’ll wake you, I
promise.” She tried to sound concerned, but firm. She prepared to
meet resistance and fight it with every tool at her disposal. Concern
and confidence started only round one.
Expectedly,
he declined. “I need to be here in case he wakes up.”
Round
two: sarcasm, “Where do you think you are going? I meant for you to
lean this incredibly comfortable chair against the wall and rest for
a little while. I will stay awake so I can wake you the moment he
stirs.”
Again
he shook his head “No” and grabbed Sean’s hand as though he
could hold her off with a firm grip on his charge.
Round
three: supermom powers of logic and guilt, “Gabe, if you are so
tired that you can’t keep your eyes open, how are you possibly
going to take care of him when he does finally wake up? You need all
your faculties in case there are decisions to be made. You need to be
able to think in case something goes wrong.” She stood and edged
her way between him and the bed. “Move your chair against the wall.
You can lean back and sleep for a short time. You have to take care
of yourself in order to take care of him.” In a firmer voice she
added, “I will take care of him. Trust him to me for just a little
while.”
Finally,
he relented, “I do trust you. I trust you with him.” He pushed
the chair backwards, tried to recline slightly and closed his eyes.
Within seconds he fell fast asleep. Anna moved the second chair to
the place where Gabe had been. She took up his vigil holding Sean’s
hand. She heard Gabe start to snore slightly.
He
woke up several hours later. Still dark outside, only the small lamp
shown in the hospital room. He noticed her still sitting there,
holding Sean’s hand. Anna stared off into space lost in thought. He
unfolded his legs, then stood with a groan. He stretched his stiff
and cramped body after too many hours twisted in a hard chair. She
turned at the sound and she stood up, facing him.
His tired eyes
were framed with exhaustion and worry lines, as though the last
several hours of sleep had not happened. Anna wanted to comfort him.
She knew he had been strong for too long. Single parents often
develop a ‘I need to do it all because there is no one around to
help me’ complex. He, and he alone, took responsibility for Sean.
She felt tired
too and, at that point, had lost all inhibition. She stepped up to
him and raised her hand to his face. Her fingers softly traced the
lines around his eyes as though she could magically erase them. She
focused on him, wishing she could draw out all the worry and take it
on herself. She wished she could leave him with just peace, believing
it will be alright.
Her mind
cleared for a moment and she became overwhelmed with her feelings for
him. In the past five months he had become her friend, the one she
turned to and was most excited to spend time with. The day was not
complete without a text or call to share the experiences from her
day.
She was
attracted to him too, she had been from the first day at his house.
Even when she thought him a chauvinist, she felt a pull toward him,
both emotional and hormonal. She had tried in vain to ignore this
fact. She felt too tired to run from it now.
Her fingers
were gentle and he wanted to succumb to the peaceful sensation. He
closed his eyes and let her touch wipe away the stress and terror of
the past few hours. After a few moments, she lowered her hand,
brushing it against the soft stubble lining his jaw. She rested her
hand on his shoulder. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around
her. I need her support. I
need her comfort. I need her strength.
It surprised him when she responded by resting her head on his chest
and melting against him. He tightened his arms around her; a warm
sensation began around his heart.
They stood
there for several minutes, holding each other. Each one attuned to
the breath and heartbeat of the other. Unable to calm her frantic
heart beating, Anna raised her head and arched back to look him in
the face. He fought within himself for only a short few seconds,
before he gave in. He bent his head toward hers stopping a scant inch
away, waiting for her to respond. He needed to know she wanted him,
that it wasn't just him kissing her, but their decision together. She
closed the space between them. His eyes gently closed as she pressed
her lips to his.
This was so
much more than the small kiss they shared at the ball park or a half
dozen times good bye. The strength of her lips, the soft warmth of
his kiss. He wanted it to never end. Everything felt right with the
world and would continue to be, so as long as her fingers remained
entwined in his hair and his hands stayed firmly against her back.
Minutes passed slowly as they were both lost in the comfort of their
emotions and each others' touch.
Several
minutes later, this utopian feeling was interrupted by the only thing
that could make life better, a small voice coming from across the
room. “Dad? My head hurts.”
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