Graham Family Moments

High Risk

Ages (In years) :
Oliver - 12
Alhan - 6
Eran - 2
Erik - 2

Nathan

“It's okay. Let it out, love.” I smoothed my wife's hair back while she bent over the toilet bowl.

When she was done, she leaned into my arms, letting me carry her back to bed. I tucked her in, careful to not move her around for much.

When I was sure she was comfortable, I sat next to her, taking hold of a hand. It was warm, warmer than it should be. She was beginning to have a fever.

My stomach tightened with worry as I heard her groan again. For five days she's been sick and refused to go to a hospital, telling me she'd be better by morning every single day. That obviously didn't happen, instead, I watched as she got worse.

It started with a simple headache, then vomiting, now she can barely stand on her own. I was tired of seeing her so exhausted and unable to eat.

She didn't know but I already called a doctor. Dr. Richardson had retired but opened his own practice a while back. I signed one of the new doctors as our family doctor, he should be able to help us.

“I'll be right back, I just need to make a call.” I whispered to her.

I caught a glimpse of her weak nod before leaving the room. The call rang three times before the doctor picked up.

“Hello? Edmonds speaking.” He greeted.

“Hi Doctor Edmonds, it's Nathan Graham.”

There was a little background noise before he spoke again. “Oh, hello, Mr Graham, sorry I didn't have your number saved. How's everyone doing?”

“The kids are okay but my wife…” I sighed with worry. “she isn't doing well.”

“Well, what happened?”

“A couple of days ago, she started complaining of headaches, she took some painkillers and she was fine. The next day she said she felt nauseous but she didn't throw up, she did the day after though.” I explained. “Now, she can't even stand up by herself.”

“That sounds serious.” He expressed with obvious concern. “Why didn't you call earlier?”

I knew I should've and was already beating myself up for not being responsible enough. “She said there wasn't any need and I didn't want to force her to a hospital.”

I listened as he blew out a breath. “Sounds like she's getting progressively worse pretty fast. I really can't make a diagnosis without seeing her myself so I'll be at your house in an hour.”

“Okay, thank you.”

I hung up after that and went to check on her again. She was exactly where I left her. Lying on her back with the blanket to her chest and an arm draped over her stomach. Her eyes were shut but if she was as bad as I thought, she wouldn't be sleeping.

I sat by her head and placed it on my lap, running my fingers through her tangled up hair. She whimpered again as her body relaxed. At that point, I thought I was going to cry.

Seeing her in such a state was torture. She looked and sounded like she was in constant pain. The aspirin we had at home wasn't working anymore and I couldn't let her have any more.

For a while, it was quiet, she wasn't whimpering or crying and I thought she had finally relaxed and fallen asleep. However, the while didn't last long.

Alhan bounded into the room loudly, waking Alyssa up with a jolt.

“Mommy! The twins won't let us change the channel!” He reported.