Tragically Beautiful

fourteen

Our family gathered, preparing to leave my dad to visit Mads. We didn't know her condition, so we were all terrified as to what we were about to see.

"Are you ready?" The doctor asked.

My mom broke down into tears. Wilmer wrapped his arms around her in comfort. This made me so happy.

My mom smiled at the doctor, indicating she was ready to proceed.
After a quick smile back, we followed the doctor out of the room, and into an elevator.

"The recovery room your daughter is in is on the second level of the hospital." The doctor explained as we all piled out of the compacted elevator.

Walking down the hall, I peered over the Doctors shoulder, and read that Mads was in room 224. I quickly raced in front of the group and read the room numbers as I jogged down the hall.

220... 221... 222... 224.

I stood outside of the room and mentally prepared myself. Without waiting for the doctor and my family, I opened the door, and ran over to Madison.

"Oh baby." I ran over and hugged her tight.

"Demi." She sternly said. "I just came out of surgery, im fragile." She giggled.

Even through the worst of times, Madison always knew how to make the room light up. I'm blessed to still have her by my side.

I chuckled back at her, and responded; "I'm just glad your okay baby." I was fighting back the tears.

I pulled up a chair to her bed, and my mom came bursting through the door.

"OH MADISON!" She yelled running over to us.

"Hey mama." She said with a smile.

My mother was still in tears, even though Madison was okay. She was probably crying for this reason.

I stood up and allowed my mom to sit next to Madison. Dallas and her boyfriend were standing next to the door. You see, that's the thing with Dallas. Ever since she met that boy, she has distanced herself away. Even when I was on tour I stayed in contact with my family more than she does now. If I'm being honest, I don't think they will last, but that's not important right now. The important thing is that Dad and Madison are okay, and we can just hope the best for there recovery.

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Later that evening, we had all headed down to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat.

"Hermosa?" Wilmer asked.

I turned towards him. He was standing at the salad bar with two bowls on his tray.

"Yes baby?" I replied.

"What kind of dressing would you like?" He asked.

"Uh, are there any that are fat free?" I asked.

He gave me a look. A look that said don't worry about that, just pick a damn dressing. I smiled back and simply said;

"Italian."

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Once we finished eating, we headed back to Dad's room. Kissing him goodnight, Wilmer grabbed my hand and we headed towards the elevator to say goodnight to Madison.

The doctor stopped us in the hall.

"Hello again, we were just moving Madison up to room 312. The same room Eddie is located. Do you want to walk up with her?"

I smiled, and followed the doctor into the elevator.

Mom was in Madison's room when we entered. Smiling towards us, she got up. The doctors began to unfold a wheelchair for Mads. She was unsteady, but stable enough to transport herself from the bed to the chair. I offered to wheel her upstairs.

Once we got back to the double bed recovery room, dad was happy to see his daughter able to be close to him. This was the first time Dad and Madison have been able to see each other since the accident.

"Hey babygirl!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. He was relieved to see that Madison was okay.

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Wilmer and I headed out around 9:30. I was so fucking tired, and my anxiety was out of control. I almost thought about asking the doctor at the hospital to check my blood pressure while we were there. I just hope my babies okay.

As we entered our apartment, Wilmer and I jumped into the shower. We needed it. It has been such a stressful day, and I was still in my gym clothes.

We headed to bed. Sometimes we just liked to talk.

Wilmer wrapped his arms around me and I could sense that he felt my heart racing fast.

"It's okay baby. Everything is going to be okay." He said, kissing the back of my head.

"I know, it's jus- i am just still shaken up, and I'm worried about the baby."

As soon as I said this Wilmer sat up. I turned toward him.

"Is the baby okay? Are you going to be fine? Should I call a doctor?" He asked shuffling for his phone.

"No baby, I'm okay. Really." I pushed him down and kissed him.

"Now get some sleep." I snuggled up close to him, as he rewrapped his arm around my body.

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Hey! Thanks for reading. Sorry It took me awhile to write the chapter, and I'm not sure why. Anyways, have a nice day! Xo.