The Little White House

Chapter 3 - More Bad News

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I'm so sorry i havn't up dated in so long!!! I am really exsited about this story though so don't think i lost intrest.

I know the end of the chappter isn't very good but i just really wanted to get this chapter up as soon as posible. hope u all enjoy!

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I sat up waiting. Waiting for the news I wanted to hear, needed to hear.

I felt I could hardly breathe. This sort of thing couldn’t happen to me.

Why, why, why? Please… don’t let him die too.

My mouth was dry and I was sweating. I was sitting up in bed. It was late, but I needed to hear the news, the good news. I couldn’t comprehend that it might be bad news.

My mind was hardly working, mixed up thoughts and recollections of sounds filled my mind; haunting me with memories.

“Samantha?”

I looked up; Dr Peter had entered the room.

I should have heard it in his voice. I should have it guessed. But I didn’t.

He came and sat down on a chair near me.

“Samantha…” he begun

I was to inpatient “Is Dad ok?”

Dr Peter looked down, “No.”

“Well is he gona be ok?”

He looked up at me “Samantha, your dad didn’t make it through the surgery.”

I froze. Did that mean… does that mean… I tried to breath but nothing in my body was working. Nothing.

I couldn’t feel my heart beating, I couldn’t breathe. And I was glad. I wanted to die. I would have been perfectly happy if I had of dropped dead right there.

But instead, I collapsed to the ground.

Dr Peter caught me. Everything was a blur.

The word orphan throbbed in my mind. Was I an orphan now? I couldn’t be…

Next thing I knew it was the next morning. Sun shone through the window dancing on the ground. I sat up in bed. My head throbbed.

“You woke up then, sleepy head?” Mary said as she placed my breakfast on the table.

The momentary hope I had that the last two days were all a bad dream disappeared when I realised I was still in the hospital bed.

I stared blankly towards the white wall of hospital.

“Eat your breakfast” Mary said gently.

I nodded the tiniest bit and then reached over and ate.

This was how I spent the next three days, only half connected to the world. I just did what people told me to and stared at the wall. But the nights were different. I tossed and turned and thought about the unfairness of the situation, especially for Noah. He was only 11, hadn’t even entered high school. Now I’d never know what he’d look like for his 21st birthday. He’d never have the chance to fall in love and have kids. And all the dreams he told me about over the years, he couldn’t do.

It broke my heart.

Four days after the crash Dr Peter entered my hospital room at around the same time in the morning he always did. But this time I saw an existed smile on his face.