The Cystic Fibrosis Child

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Three weeks had passed since the birth of my beautiful daughter, Annabeth. That haunting pale image of that hand on my stomach still flashed in my head when I would blink or sneeze. Throughout the three weeks I'd been sleeping just fine, I didnt even think what life would've been like having the two twins - one healthy and one not. If I think about it now it would've been chaos, it would always stick with me that Annabeth had the better future ahead of her, while her sisters needs would clash with that and bring Annabeth down. I always tried to think about something else besides that, so Nile didnt worry and start suspecting something.

May 19th, it all changed, this is when I knew my life would never be the same. Niles big head had fallen to sleep at around 1am. I did the same about 15mins later. Thats when the nightmare started. Those words kept echoing in my head 'three, three girls'. I was shouting leave me alone, not realising Nile and Annabeth couldnt hear me, as I wasnt in the real world anymore. I was in what had seemed to be my first ever nightmare. 

It was so realistic to the real world, Nile was still sleeping next to me, but everything in my room was now black and red instead of lavender and white. I slowly lifted up my sheet and walked down the hallway to follow the echoing voice. 'I dont remember the hallway being this long', I thought to myself. Another strange thing is that there seemed to be an extra room at the end of the hallway. Anxious and scared, I pushed open the door slowly. What I saw was a flashback of that night at Dr Reids room, that had been a long six months ago. I kept watching as in the room, it showed me leaving and what happened after I left. I started to panic thinking its not real, its just a dream. My eyes then widened so far, I could almost swear my eyelids were going to get wrinkles in them. It was the same pale hand that I had seen on the birth of Annabeth and in my mind flashing. The difference was that this time it had a skinny and boney body attached to it, with mucus coughed up and a hand choking Dr Reid. The figure was breathing irregulary. I couldnt believe my eyes when I saw the resemblence of Annabeth in the figures face. Dr Reid breathed his last breath and was gone.

I closed the door and ran back to my room, wrapping the sheets around me like a cacoon. I was shaking like a baby in the artic with no blanket. As I shook in my bed, it suddenly hit me. Coughing, mucus, Annabeths face? CYSTIC FIBROSIS!  No it cant be! What no! As soon as I woke up the next morning, I drove to the hospital fast like I was some sort of hitman fleeing from the police. Nile must've been worried, thinking where was I? I didnt have time for that at the moment though. I ran to Dr Reids room, ignoring the nurses, they chased me down the corridor. When I kicked open Dr Reids room I found him on the floor bleeding, mucus on his face and a scar saying three, three girls...