My Daughter. My Eva.

Sickness

'No, no! It can't be!' I thought desperately as the doctor gave his verdict. Eva had caught the spanish flu. They tore us apart in fear that I'd catch it too and they'd have one more person to care for. "Eva! It'll be ok I promise, just do what they say until you get better ok?!" I yelled, trying to reassure her as two men led her off through a set of double doors. I could briefly glimpse a view of a large room filled with hospital beds, each inhabited by a groaning, emaciated patient as two other men pulled me away. I didn't like it one tiny bit, but I knew it was for the best. Eva would be way less likely to die of that dreaded disease than anyone else, right? They let go of me when we got to the waiting room, I felt like just sprinting off after Eva; I knew it would be better for both of us if I didn't. Not right then anyway.

"When will I be able to see my daughter again?" I asked, wringing my hands with worry. "Don't know. Couple weeks maybe? Could even be a couple months if she doesn't get better quick enough." The shortest of the two replied honestly. He had a shock of bright red hair and eyes that shone with kindness. The other one didn't speak, just grunted as if he didn't want to deal with some anxious mother. As if he had something better to do. I could feel my blood boiling but didn't act on my sudden urge to hit him with a chair. He was bald, muscly and looked like he hardly had two braincells to rub together. "We promise that we'll call with updates on your daughters condition." The first man added with finality. "Ok then." I replied sadly as I went back to the car.

I visited the hospital every day after work to ask about Eva. I knew they said they'd call, but I wanted to hear it in person. I wanted to be there incase she... No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Hardworking doctors were helping her. Every day me and my colleagues were getting closer and closer to finding a cure. I was preparing and hoping for the best. It got to the point where I had my own special seat I was in to ask about Eva so often. Until one day she was finally proclaimed as not contagious so I could see her. "Eva! I missed you sweetheart." I declared softly as I gave my sweet daughter a gentle hug. She looked so frail, her forehead was so hot, she could hardly even bring herself to hug me back she was so tired. Not like her usual happy-go-lucky, energetic self at all. It was torture seeing her like that, but at least I could see her. She had been suffering like that for weeks, months even without me to comfort her. It broke my heart. But I had to be strong, for Eva. "Where have you been..." She croaked, snuggling up into my lap and just laying there, motionless apart from the rythmic heaving of her chest as she breathed. "Just outside, the doctors wouldn't let me see you." "Why?" I didn't want to confuse her when she was that sick, so I let the conversation drop and stroked her soft, brown hair contentedly.

All of a sudden she stopped moving completely, not even breathing or anything. "Doctor! Eva, she's-!" Doctors and nurses came as soon as I shouted and I was shoved away from my daughter as they crowded around and tried to save her. I scrambled back to where Eva was but those same two men who pulled me away from her when she was admitted grabbed me again and dragged me out of the room, away from my dying daughter. I fought them tooth and nail but they wouldn't let me go. "It's for your daughter's own good, we promi-"  I cut that stupid, ginger twat off before he could finish his sentence, "OH SHUT UP! LET ME BE WITH HER! Please..." A nurse came out of the room and said, "I'm sorry. We did the best we could."