Written on the Stars

Hold my Hand

(Monica's Pov)

*1 week later*

"Happy anniversary!"Gilbert cheered as I bent down to kiss him. His lips were dry and his face was thinner. I'd rather not have to our anniversary in a hospital, but I was happy to be with Gilbert in the same country.

"I love you, Moni." He said, hugging me in a rather strong hug.I was glad to see a big smile on his face and his laugh wasn't humorless anymore.

His kidneys were getting worse and worse every day. He's signed up for a kidney transplant a week ago, we have to wait longer until we find a donor for him. He was going to be put on dialysis, but his kidneys were too bad and he would be on it the rest of his life. He had to have dialysis until he gets a transplant.

"I love you too," I whispered as I was released from his hug.

The doctor walked in. Her dark hair was up in a bun and her face was serious.

"Mr.Beilschmidt, we found a donor." She said, walking over to his bed. The words made my heart squeeze in happiness that he will finally get better. His face lite up at her words and he clapped.I got goosebumps when I realized that he would have to undergo surgery on our anniversary.

I felt selfish for that, but today I wanted just us two. The doctor pulled up the rails on his bed

Gilbert went over to kiss me and I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, hoping he'll get more comfortable.I already knew that he hated surgery and was terrified to go under the knife.

I walked beside his bed as we walk down the halls to the surgery room. I held his hand the whole time. I could feel him sweat and he squeezed so hard that his knuckles were white.

"I'm scared," Gilbert whispered, closing his eyes.

"It's going to be fine," I reassured. Those were the only words I could get out of my mouth. He tightened his grip around my hand once we got to the room. His breath was getting faster and louder. He began to calm down once they gave him the medicine.

"I love..."He trailed off as he got more tired.

__

I sat in the waiting room, tapping my foot on the floor. His grandpa was right next to me, who tried not to show his nervousness. A women, who I didn't recognize, sat on the other side of me. Her light brown hair was short and fluffy.

"Are you Monica?" The women asked. Her voice was harsh and I had a hard time figuring out what she was saying because of her German accent and her crying.

"Ummm, Yeah," I said awkwardly as I shifted in my seat.

"I'm Gilbert's grandmother."She smiled through her tears,"I'm Esmee."

My eyes widen at the realization that she's Gilbert grandmom, that he talks about non-stop.

"I've heard a lot about you, Monica."She wiped away her tears as she handed me a small book with pictures on the front.

"This is his mother's dairy, he already read a bit, but I want you to give it for him to keep."

I look down at the book. I'm guessing Gilbert's mother has been writing on it since she was pregnant, because of the many pictures like a stroller or a rattle.

"Okay," I muttered, not knowing what to say about this. My fingers traced the gold title.

"I don't think I can say this to him, but,"She paused and gulped,"I'm going to pull the switch on Anneliese. I've been trying to hold it off for awhile and it's time to do it. She's never going to wake up and I have to accept that."Esmee tears grew bigger and they finally started to roll down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Do you want me to tell him?"I asked, hoping she'll say no. I couldn't deal with telling Gilbert that his mother's going to die. I couldn't even get over my mother's own death.

"No, no, I just had to tell someone."She looked at the ceiling.

"When are you going to tell him?"I asked.

"Tomorrow.I'm going to pull the switch in a week."

"I'm sorry for that."

__

I held me breath as the doctor walked into the waiting room. All three of our heads shot up. It felt like it was a whole entirety before she told us that Gilbert was okay. I let out a big breath as I sank back into me seat, relieved. We walked into his hospital room.

Gilbert lied on the bed with his head was facing the door. A smile occurred on his face once he saw it was us.

"Are you okay,Gilbert?"Mr.Beilschmidt asked, walking closer to his bed.

"Yeah.But, look at my scar!"Gilbert smiled, lifting up his shirt to reveal a scar that was located on the bottom side of his stomach.

"Don't I look badass?"He asked while lightly pointing the scar."I'm going to pretend that it was from a war, like the Vietnam war!"He laughed.Esmee came over to hug him and her tears were still running down her face.I couldn't tell if they were happy of sad tears.

I was fun to see Gilbert laughing and smiling again, but I knew it wasn't going to last long.

__

I did terrible on the medical stuff, I'm so sorry. I tried did some research, but it was hard to have it this story because I messed up on all the other medical stuff. From now on I'll be researching before I started typing. Sorry that I haven't been updating as often. My sister died about a month ago, I know it's pretty far away but we were close and it really affected my family. Also, I have two jobs now to pay for the house now that she's gone, so I can't update as often anymore.I love you guys!

~Leah