Damaged Goodz: Parenthood

11leven

Ivan P.O.V
I sat next to Gianni's bed in the hospital as Gio talked to one of the doctors outside the door. My baby was so sick. I was terrified. If I could take away all the pain and have this happen to me instead I would. He was hurting right now and feeling like shit on top of that. There was nothing I could do either. I'm sure he was hungry too, but he felt so sick and nauseous, he didn't want to eat anything. It was like his body was playing tricks on him.

He was hooked up to a million different machines and looked so sad. He had breathing machines and tubes in his nose too. The only good thing that came out of this for him was the Curious George playing on the tv in the room. I know he was uncomfortable and was scared, but he had to stay here. At least that's what the doctor said. We were at the children's hospital and had a totally different doctor that actually wanted to help us.

I didn't really understand a lot of the things she said, even though it seemed like Gio did, but I got the vital points. Gianni had a really bad heart disease/condition and was going to have to have open heart surgery to fix it. That's all I got and that's the most important part. He was only two though. Only two, so I was worried about his little body being able to handle it. He had been taking so many different types of medicines and pills and this was only his first day here. I didn't want this for him.

But I would rather have this than not have him at all. He's my baby.

"Papaaa," He groaned looking at me and having a small tantrum. I definitely know how uncomfortable it is to be hooked up to all those machines, not being able to get it off of you. I know.

Is this how Gio felt watching me? Now he has to do it again? I feel so bad. He always has such a positive and straight attitude, but now he can't even fake it on his face how he normally does. I know he feels like shit because I do too. Maybe I should have asked to bring him sooner. We shouldn't have waited this long. He actually stopped breathing and had Gio not done what he did, Gian wouldn't be here right now. My worst fear is losing these two and last night I almost did.

Both of them. I knew that if Gianni died a part of Gio would die with him. I hate that this happened. After a few minutes of talking, Gio walked back into the room and sat down next to me quietly. He looked exhausted. I hated this so much.

"Gio, are you ok?" I asked him as he nodded his head.

"I'm fine baby, don't worry about me. Let's just worry about Gianni," He said to me looking down at Gian who was still watching tv.

"Knock, knock," I heard from the door as Cleo and Tristan walked in with Blaze.

"Wassup y'all," Gio greeted as I just waved at him.

"Uncle Gio, is Gian gonna die?" He asked Gio making Tristan grab him quickly.

"Yo, don't a-,"

"He's fine Tristan. Gian is really sick right now, but as long as he takes his medicine and let the doctors fix his heart, he'll be fine," Gio told him with a small smile. Blaze climbed up Gio's lap and sat on it, looking at Gian.

"Gianni, I'm here, "Blaze spoke, waving at him as Gian slowly looked over at him. He tried to smile at him, making Blaze smile back. "He smiled at me,"

"Yea, I saw," Gio spoke sitting back in the chair.

"Is he gonna need a pacemaker or something?" Cleo asked as we shook our heads.

"Nah, I don't think so. They just gotta repair some stuff in his heart, but he will have to have a second surgery when he gets older. For now, we just have to give him medicine every day and take him home. He's too sick for surgery right now," Gio spoke making Cleo and Tristan look down at Gian sadly.