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Post by KrJ on May 3, 2006 19:36:58 GMT
George sighed and walked closer to the incubators. He first faced Nick's.
((This George/Nick thing is reeeeeeally gonna confuse us now!! lol!))
He put his hand in to touch Nick. "Hey, son" he said, as all Dad's say to their sons. "You're gonna get through this, pal" he stated with hope. "This is my son. My son. I can't believe it. I'm a dad" This was the time it really hit George about everything that had happened.
He then faced Daisy and touched her hand through the hole in the incubator. "Daisy. My little girl. You're gonna be a Daddy's girl aren't you, baby." he smiled. Another tear rolled down his cheek and dripped on the top of the incubator. He wiped it away before Jorja could see that he was crying. He didn't want to make her even more upset.
Even before they got together, Jorja was the person that George always felt he could go to about anything. She would always be so understanding and comforting, and he could always talk to her. He couldn't remember being so close to anyone since he lived with his parents. But now, for the first time, he couldn't tell Jorja how he was feeling. He couldn't tell anyone how he was feeling. He just had to bottle it up, and it was hell. He just wanted so much to cry on Jorja's shoulder. But he couldn't - for her sake - this was how much he loved her.
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Post by Jorja on May 3, 2006 20:00:55 GMT
Jorja watched him with them, seeing his shoulders shake slightly, and she knew he was crying. It all made her heart ache with pain. She sobbed a little and reached up, slipping her hand into his seeking and offering some sort of solace that she could neither find nor give. "These next few months are gonna be really hard George, but...we can pull through it. We're a family, we can do this." Her voice was no more then a hoarse, strained whisper, and she desperately tried to convince herself that she believed her own words.
((Gonna skip on a couple weeks if that's alright))
It had been a week - Daisy's condition had strengthened each day and she was starting to breathe without the ventilator. But Nicholas...his condition had worsened. Jorja was pained everytime she looked at him. She was willing him to fight, but the tiny thing had hardly any fight left in his body. She sat beside him day after day, talking to him and praying to God for a miracle. But it never came. And Jorja knew the day she had been dreading, when they would tell her some horrible news, had arrived when two doctors entered her room solemnly, somber looks on their faces as one kept her eyes on the floor and the other had sympathy written all across his face. "Miss Fox...we don't know how to say this....with your son's progress not improving," he didn't want to say "deteriorating" in an effort to be gentle with the already-fragile woman, "we're faced with one of the worst decisions we ever have to make....if we keep the ventilator on, the best we can hope for in life expectancy for Nicholas is a year, two years at the most. And he won't be able to see, or hear or feel anything in that time. He's....his brain activity...." He didn't have to say it. He was brain-dead. He wasn't alive - the machine was just keeping his body working - barely at that - but he had no concept of anything. Jorja looked away from the doctors, tears choking her as more made their way slowly down her cheeks. "You're gonna...switch the machines off...." She sobbed, her voice broken and shaky with emotion.
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Post by KrJ on May 3, 2006 20:26:25 GMT
"What? No, wait. There isn't a chance - at all?" he pleaded, as many tears rolled down his cheeks.
He sighed. "I'm sorry" George then burst into tears. He couldn't help it, he couldn't stop himself. And he didnt think either him or Jorja could be in anymore pain than they were now. After a few minutes, George sniffed, and walked to Nicholas.
"Nicky. Son. I'll always love you. Always. You'll always be my boy, no matter what. And i'll always be you dad. I love you, so much."
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Post by Jorja on May 3, 2006 20:31:35 GMT
Jorja couldn't bear it. What she'd felt before, all the pain...it was so much worse now. She was losing a child. Her son. Breaking down, she slowly walked over to Nicholas and George, burying her head in George's chest as she sobbed, feeling like her heart was going to explode with pain. "Oh God....I-I can't watch this...I can't see my son die..." She cried hysterically. She was clinging to George, unable to stand the pain.
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Post by KrJ on May 3, 2006 20:44:36 GMT
"You don't have to, honey" he comforted, crying along with her. "Just...say what you want to say and we will go and tend to Daisy. We should be so thankful that she is okay" George, said, trying to find the bright side to this horrible situation. Daisy was the only bright side. "This is best for Nicky. We have to put him first. He's going to a place where he will be free of the fighting for his life. He'll be in paradise. He'll be looking down at us and thanking us that we did this for him. He'll be a happier person. I know it's only been a week, but he'll know that you were the best mum he could've wished for. We're the best parents he could've wished for. He'll be happy." he smiled, realising that what he had said had made a lot of sense and that he had actually slightly comforted himself at the same time. But he was still devastated. He just cried. He sat down while Jorja had her moment with Nicky. He sat alone and sobbed.
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Post by Jorja on May 3, 2006 20:48:51 GMT
Jorja just stood there, looking down on Nicky in his incubator, the heart monitor bleeping incessantly. She let her tears drop onto his blanket and slowly reached out, touching his little hand, curled into a first. "I want to hold him...I'll never have the chance again." She whispered, delicately lifting her baby boy into her arms and rocking him, whilst sobbing to know that he was going to be taken away from her so soon. "Only angels get taken so young..." She said gently to him, heartbreak so evident in her voice. After a moment she layed him back in his incubator and her legs couldn't hold her anymore. She collapsed sobbing.
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Post by KrJ on May 4, 2006 15:58:52 GMT
"Come on, babe" George put his arm around Jorja and lead her out of Intensive Care. They reached the door and he looked back. He saw the two doctors watching them leave, and then he saw Nicholas.
"B-bye, son" he whispered, and cried with Jorja.
((ill now start a thread where they have taken Daisy home))
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