Wednesday, August 23, 2006


Becky had calmed down by the time her sister, Connie, arrived. “Becky?” She looked at her.
“We haven’t heard anything. They are still in there.” Becky replied, numbly. “They won’t let me in.” She said. Mark was pacing in the hall. Becky looked at him and in the last twenty minutes he seemed to age ten years.
“Connie, I don’t know what to do. I should be in there.” Becky said.
“Becky, honey, you would be any help. You are a great doctor, but they are your children.” Connie said. The doors opened up and Samantha, the head trauma nurse, came out. Her scrubs were covered in blood as she pulled her mask off her face.
“Becky…Mark…” Mark rushed over to his wife’s side. “Andy is stable, we did loose her two times. She is being prepped to go upstairs to surgery.” She sighed, and continued, “She has massive internal injuries. She is awake for the moment, but she cannot talk. We had to intubate her because blood was blocking her airway. She has lost a lot of blood.” Samantha new what was coming next.
“What about Bell and Stacey?” Mark asked. Samantha did not want to break the news, but knew she had no choice.
“Belle is going to be okay, she has some nasty bumps and cuts. But nothing is broken and no internal injury. We had to give her a small sedative to calm her down.” Samantha said while she fidgeted with her facemask.
“And Stacey?” Becky managed to get out.
“Stacey suffered major internal injuries.” Samantha paused, “Mark…Becky…we did everything, but we just could not save her.” She caught Becky before she fell to the ground.
“NO! My baby!” Becky yelled. Mark and Connie knelt down with her.
“Becky, you have to be strong for Andy and Bell.” Connie whispered to her. Becky just sobbed.
“Mark, we have Stacey on a respirator. We need to know if you want to donate her organs.” Samantha said. “You don’t have to decide right away.” Mark nodded. “You can go in and see Andy before they take her up to surgery, and while she is awake.”
“Thank you.” Mark said numbly. He and Connie got Becky calmed down and they went in and saw Andy.

As they stood around Andy’s bed all they could hear was the sounds of the machines and respirator. The staff was very quiet as they watched them talk to Andy.
“Hi Sweetie.” Mark said as he brushed his hand across on her cheek. Her baby blue eyes looked up at him. The heart machine started buzzing.
“She’s just getting anxious because you are here. She’s okay.” Dr. Smith announced. Andy tried to open her mouth and Becky layed her hand on her daughter’s chest.
“No…no sweetie you can’t talk right now. We just want you to know you are going to be okay. We are here and your Aunt Connie is here also.” Becky stated softly.
“Hey sport.” Connie said. They all saw the single tear roll down Andy’s cheek. Becky chocked up but managed to stay calm.
“Andy, don’t you worry about anything. You are going to be okay. You hear me?” She said to her daughter. Becky felt Andy’s arm move, she looked down and saw Andy pointing to the room the twins were in.
“They are going to be fine.” Becky chocked out. “You just need to concentrate on getting yourself better.” She looked into Andy’s eyes. She knew that Andy knew she wasn’t’ telling her everything.
“Don’t you worry sweetie you’re in good hands.” Mark said. Becky felt Andy use her fingernails against her arm. She looked down and saw that she had traced “I love you” in her arm. Tears rolled down Becky’s cheeks.
“I love you very much baby.” She leaned down and kissed Andy on her forehead. As she did Andy’s eyes closed and her heart monitor started chirping, Becky jumped back.
“She’s flat lining.” Beck yelled. Dr. Smith gently pushed her out of the way. They took her off the respirator and bagged her. They shocked her once and when they did all three, Mark, Becky and Connie jumped. The machine started a slow beep, “I’ve got a pulse.” Samantha replied. Both Mark and Becky sighed a sigh of relief.
“We’ve got to get her to surgery.” With that they were off to the elevators, but Samantha stayed behind.
“We have moved Belle into a different room. Would you like to see her or Stacey first?” She asked. They both said Belle.

They entered the room and bell was raised up in her bed. Mark leaned over and kissed her tiny red haired head.
“Hi, baby.” He said.
“Daddy?” She asked through a groggy voice.
“Yes, Mommy and Aunt Connie are here also.” He replied. Becky took Belle’s small hand into hers.
“Hi, baby.” Becky said as she kissed her forehead.
“Mommy my head hurts.” Belle whimpered.
“I know baby, you’ve got a pretty nasty bump on your head.” Becky informed her, she pushed her red hair out of her eyes. They talked to Belle until she finally went to sleep. Then Samantha took them the room they had moved Stacey into. By this time Becky and Mark were both to exhausted to cry. They just took turns holding her and talking to her as the respirator breathed for her. They signed the form to donate her organs.
“She doesn’t have a scratch on her.” Becky whispered.
“She looks like a porcelain doll.” Connie replied.

They were in the waiting room waiting for Andy to come out of surgery, when a detective approached them.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jackson?” He asked. They both stood up and greeted him. Connie had gone down stairs earlier to meet their parents at the doors. “I’m Detective Riley, can we go somewhere to talk?” He asked. They followed him to a private room, and by this time Connie and Becky’s parents joined them.
“First of all I am so sorry for your loss.” He said.
“Thank You.” Mark replied.
“What happened?” Becky asked.
The detective directed the family to take a seat, and he sat across from them. “Well witnesses state that when the light turned green your daughter proceeded to enter the intersection. She was half way through when a truck from no where ran his red light.” He coughed and continued, “His speed forced your daughters vehicle to do a completed circle which made him fishtail, and his vehicle struck her for the second time and flipped it upside down.”
They all gasped in disbelief, and he continued.
“All three of your daughters were wearing their seat belts. We had to use the jaws of life to get Andy and Stacey out. We were able to get Belle out through her window.” He coughed again, which was starting to get on Becky’s nerve.
“We have arrested the man for driving under the influence and vehicular manslaughter.” He stated. “The reason I am revealing this to you is because of your daughter Andy’s skating career. The news stations have been broadcasting the story all evening. We will be releasing and official statement to them in a about a half hour. I just wanted to warn you and your family.” They talked for a few more minutes, and he stood up and nodded.
“Thank you detective.” Mark stated as they shook hands.


At 12:25 PM, Blogger brian said...


I have seen you commenting on Barngoddess, and I thought I would check out your blogs. This is an amazing story, and I am riveted by your writing. I would like to link to this story for my Blog Stew tommorrow. I hope that is ok with you.

Brian aka hummingbunny

At 4:38 PM, Blogger butterfly_chic26 said...

THANKS!!! Writing is my passion, it helps me get all the crazy thoughts out of my head :)

And to have such a nice comment makes my day:) Thank you so much!

At 8:07 AM, Blogger FelineFrisky said...

I LOVE your story, how do you do it? Talented and funny - great combo! When will you post the next chapter? I want more! D


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