Terrorcest one shots

(4) remembrance

VINCE NEIL
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After running more tests, the doctor comes in, shutting the door behind him. Mari is still asleep, and hasn't woken up except for once during an Xray. They've had to increase her oxygen though, and the doctor doesn't look very happy.

"We've determined that she has veno-occlusive disease in her liver." He starts, sighing, and putting a hand on the end of the hospital bed.

"We've already ordered the defibrotide and Defetelio," He continues as a nurse comes into the room wheeling an ultrasound machine in. "But...There's a small chance that she'll make it to morning." He sighs.

I know what this means, but I don't want to think about it. This can't be the end for my baby girl. She's fought so hard, this won't be the end. Surely not. She was halfway through a painful chemo infusion tonight, she was doing relatively well, this can't be it. Small chances are chances right? I look up at the doctor.

"Please, just try until morning." I say, my voice cracking and my throat drying up like the Sahara.

The doctor nods solemnly, like he's condemned my daughter to this fate as they start the treatment for veno-occlusive disease. I sink into a padded chair, and shut my eyes, trying to get my thoughts to stop whirling for a moment. This cannot be the end for my baby girl. she's fought too damn hard, and she's too damn strong to die to this way.

"I guess...I guess we better say our goodbyes..." Nikki chokes back tears as the nurses tell him that only I and Sharise will be allowed to stay overnight.

"She'll come home." I say quietly, even though that might not be true.

Mick gives me a teary look, it's one of the very few times I've ever seen him cry. God this is not fucking happening. It's not. I refuse to believe this. She will make it through tonight, I know it. Mick sits on the side of her bed and gently holds her hand for a moment, talking to her  quietly, saying something I don't quite understand. Mari doesn't show any signs of waking up, or even acknowledging Mick.

Nikki looks over at her, and when it's his turn, he struggles to get anything out. I have to turn away. I shut my eyes tightly until everybody leaves, and hold back tears.

When I open them, nothing has changed. I'm still stuck in this nightmare, I still can't do anything to save my daughter. I take her small fragile hand and kiss her cheek. No platinum record, no award, no amount of money can heal my heart right now. God I wish it could.

I adjust in my chair, eyes drifting shut, as I catch one last glimpse of Mari, pale, scarred, and unconscious.

About an hour after falling asleep, I wake up to someone tapping my arm. Groaning, I crack my eyes open and come face to face with Mari leaning over the rail of her bed and tapping me hard. 

"Daddy...Daddy I have to peeee." She whimpers.

My heart does a backflip. They told me she wouldn't even wake up. And now she's moving and asking me for things. Thank fucking God. I know my little girl and I know she can beat everything. My sweet baby girl can do this. 

"I have to ask a...doctor..." I sigh, trying not to cry.

Mari nods and slowly lays her body back down. I press the nurse button and wait anxiously near the door for a nurse. She's just as shocked as I am, but she helps Mari get situated and gives us our privacy so that we can spend some time with her.

"Daddy...." She whines. 

"Yes Mari?" I glance up at her.

"C-can we...we play?"

"Baby you need to get better..."

She gives me a pouty look but lays her head back down, and shuts her eyes, chest heaving just from that exertion. I lay my head back, but can't bring myself to fall asleep again. I watch her all night, and all night her face twists in pain and relaxes in a sort of pattern. 

Around 6 AM, the doctor walks in, and seems surprised with Mari's condition, and shocked when she wakes up and croaks out the word "water."

"So?" I ask quietly.

"Well...she's....she's certainly doing a lot better." The doctor notes.

"She's going to be okay then?" I ask.

He sighs.