The Mission

Twelve

"What happened? What do you mean you lost a paitent?" Jane holding onto my hand.

"I... I... it reminded me of me. This girl attempted suicide, and she wasn't going to make it. She was 16. Intubated and the family signed DNR paperwork. The doctor told me she wasn't going to make it and to support the family. And I took the mom down to get some tea at the cafe and when we got back, they were calling the time of death," I whispered tears falling. "I remember how it was taking my parents off life support 6 months ago," I looked at her. "I just... she was so young."

She pulled me close rubbing my back. "I'm not usually like this. I usually can take things, but I feel so drained, and it reminded me of my mom and dad," I cried.

"Shhh breathe it's okay," she held me close kissing the top of my head.

"I'm the reason she didn't stay with her daughter while dying," I whispered.

"You saved her the pain of sitting and watching her die," she said.

I should my head not seeing it that way at all.  I didn't respond to her.

Jane just held me close.  I could tell she didn't know what to say, which was fine as long as she was there. 

She rubbed my back. "It's going to be okay," she had me look at her.

"I know," I whispered. "It's just hard," I told her.

Jane just held me close her arms wrapped around. One hand was on the back of my head carefully taking my hair out of my braid and ran her fingers through my hair. It was soothing. She was the first person to comfort me... to hold me... to love me since my parents died.

"Thank you for everything," I whispered into her shirt, my voice was muffled. "I love you."

Her lips touched the top of my head. "I'll be here for you always no matter what," she whispered quietly.

She ran her fingers through my hair it was so soothing. I closed my eyes and calmly rested on her.

She lifted me up and carried me to my room setting me down on the bed. "Don't leave," I looked at her.

"I'm not. I'm not," she said and pulled the covers over me She held me close rocking me gently until I fell back to sleep.

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I woke in a hospital bed. I can't remember how I got here. The crash. I sat up gasping. "Mom... mom... dad... dad," I said getting out of bed.

"Hey, hey," a nurse came in. "Lay down you were just in a severe car crash,"

"Where are my parents. Where are they," I tried to stand.

"Izzy breathe," she said helping me sit down on the bed.

"Where are they. I need to see them," I looked at her.

"Your parents are in the ICU and can't have any visitors. They are in critical condition," she said.

"I need to see them," I pushed her.

"Izzy, honey I know you're scared but you need to sit back down. I'll take you there as soon as I can," she said and rubbed my hand.

"Are they going to be okay?" I asked.

"I don't have their chart so I can't look it up," she said.

"Look it up," I said.

"I can't," she said.

"What do you mean you can't. It's my mom Emma Peirson and Henry Peirson. You can look it up," I said.

She sighs. "I'll do my best. Will you lay down though so I can check your over and get the doctor?"