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“Mommy! Where are we going?"
"We're going to see aunt Kaz baby."
"But daddy said we should wait for him cause he’s taking us to see the lion king."
"No baby. We'll be late for auntie Kaz’s big birthday if we do that, so we will call him when we get there, Okay?"
"Okay mommy. I miss auntie Kaz so much." The little blue eyed blonde girl bounced on her back booster seat.
"Me too baby, me too." Allie swiped her escaped tears with the back of her hand.
“Mommy?” The little girl peeked at her mother through the mirror “Why are you crying?” She asked sadly. “Did daddy hurt you again?”
“No baby. I’m just happy we’re going to see auntie Kaz. These are happy tears baby.”
Allie waited as her long fingers nervously tapped at the wheel as she waited for the traffic light to turn green. The moment it did she pushed her foot gently on the gas and started pulling away past the intersection. Just when her blue Nissan got in the middle of the intersection, the next thing one could hear were sounds of crushing metal against each other and bones crunching as her car received a heavy impact on the left side. The day which had started so miserably for the young woman ended worse than it had began.
The blue Nissan rolled across the intersection down the small hill coming to a sudden stop on the side of the road with smoke and gas leaking down the pavement.
"Female, between 28 to 30 years of age, she's not breathing. 1 ..2 ....3 clear!"
"We got a pulse! But its very weak." Said the second paramedic who was covered in blood.”Let’s load her into the ambulance.”
A third paramedic joined them “The little girl doesn’t look good.” He announced sadly
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"How is the little girl doing?"
"Not very well. She's surviving for now, but I don't think..." The older nurse choked as unchecked tears escaped her warm eyes.
She’s worked in the paediatric wing for so long but nothing got any easier with losing young patients.
"Hey, I know its hard losing patients and even harder when they're so young with their whole lives ahead of them. But she has a lot of fight in her six year old body" Dr. Wesley sympathized with nurse Elizabeth Birdsworth. The woman had gone through great losses in both her personal and professional life and he understood the pain of losing patients too.
"Thank you doctor, I'll remember that." Liz nodded wiping her reddened eyes even though she knew the girl had less than 30% chance of surviving this.
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"Bea honey, how are you doing?"
"I'm alright." Bea sighed as she glanced at her daughter sleeping on the couch looking so weak
"No you're not. Do you need me to come over?"
"No. Its alright, we'll be fine. Deb is tired and I think we'll just go to bed early tonight."
"Okay hon. Call me if you need anything, day or night."
"Thanks Maxine. Goodnight."
"Sleep well hon."
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Two paramedics wheeled in a young patient quickly into the ER
“Girl 15, she's on a heart transplant list. She stopped breathing for a couple of seconds"
"Dammit!" Dr. Wesley cursed “Mom?”
Just then he saw a flare of red curls bouncing towards him.
"Bea Smith. My daughter Debbie Smith has a heart condition, please help her. Her specialist is Dr. Simpson, I tried calling him but he's not picking up."
"Don't worry ma'am, we'll do our best. We have a heart specialist here on call."
"Code blue in room E2!" Came the intercom page
"Excuse me Ms. Smith, I'll be back with you soon." Dr. Wesley ran off towards ER
"Debbie Smith just coded. 1...2....3 clear!" Head nurse yelled
"I'm taking over. Clear!" Dr. Wesley took over the defibrillator handles from the nurse and administered them on Debbie weakened torso and the frail girl’s frame jumped back to life.
"I got a pulse. Bring the breathing machine in quick!" Dr. Wesley ordered
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"Ms. Smith?" Dr. Wesley called out as he removed and discarded his gloves and mask.
Bea stood up from the less than a comfortable waiting room hospital couch. Maxine just walked in then and stood by her friend holding her hand tightly.
"I'm here hon." She whispered in Bea's ear.
"I need to brief you on your daughter's condition. Please excuse us Miss." Dr. Wesley looked to Maxine who wasn't moving from Bea's side.
"No! She stays." Bea tightened her hold on Maxine's hand
"Okay then. Little Miss Smith heart is very weak at the moment and she's currently breathing through the machines. Good news is she's at the top of the transplant list bad news is we don't have a donor yet. But hopefully soon a miracle will happen."
Dr. Wesley knew the news was always a blow to the family members. He remembered when some family members who were waiting for a heart always felt guilt of receiving someone else’s heart who has obviously lost their lives in the process. It was always a hard thing for some to process.
Bea was crying for her little girl knowing there was a possibility she doesn't have long to live, not if there wasn't a matching donor out there. And how could she hope for someone else to lose their life so her daughter could live? Why was the universe so cruel and unfair to both the living and the dead at the same time? Why was medical research taking so long to discover the solution to mending a human heart without solving the issue by taking away another human’s heart? Why does God do this if he loves his creation so much? So many questions in her mind that she couldn’t stop. Because of her weakness she had passed that same weakness to her poor daughter. No wonder Harry hated her so much, she was a useless weak bitch. She wished she was a match for Debbie so that she could just die and let Debbie live instead. Why was fate so unfair to her? Debbie didn’t deserve this, she caused this to happen to her daughter. She was the weak person and her weakness went through her blood stream and passed this on to her beautiful poor daughter.
“Don’t!” Maxine was watching a million emotions swipe across Bea’s face and immediately knew what was going through her head.
Bea had always blamed herself for her daughter’s weak heart, everyone of their friends knew that. As much as they tried to tell her she couldn’t control her daughter’s health she wasn’t convinced that in a lot of ways she had a hand in Debbie’s heart being born weak.
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