my poor daughter

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“Caroline, Caroline" Ashton shouted to me from behind his curtain. The nurses had taken kirstie away for an urgent operation. It hurt me inside to see my daughter going through such a state. And Ashton was just as bad as I am. He really did love her an  there was nothing I could do to stop the pain he felt. I stood up off the stable chair and went over to Ashton. I slid through the curtain, before shutting it over again. I could see him... crying. I walked over and sat beside him on the bed. He sat up and I held him close like he was my son, well he was soon to be. He was so scared of losing her, he had already lost his mum to his farther and I seriously doubt he wanted to lose his wife to his farther.“hey, stop crying, what did you want me for?" He looked me in the eyes, his eyes were so red and tiers from crying so much “I'm scared, I don't want her to die, I'm frightened" this brought a tear to my eye. I wiped it away an  told him“don't be so silly, she's a fighter, she will make this Ashton, now come on , I know my daughter" he smiled and hugged me firmly “now come on, lay down and get some rest, your tired" .

As he closed his eyes , I covered him with the blanket and waited until he had fell asleep. I was  really worried  for the both of them. There lives are just turned upside  down at the moment.

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