The Smell Of Rain....

Chapter 3

MIA'S P.O.V.

Numb.

Numb with disbelief, I sit still staring at the door through which the Doctor just walked out. His words ringing in my ears, attacking me with the ugly truth.

I looked over at Brian with grief stricken eyes to find him looking down at me reflecting the emotion.

We didn't need to talk to express how upsetting reality has turned out to be.

Panic strikes within me out of nowhere when I realise all the devastating problems Diana would likely have if she survived and my eyes well up with tears.

"It's hard Mia, I know. But just stay strong. Stay stable", Brian said wiping my tear streaked cheek.

Anger rushes through me and I jerk his hand which was resting on my cheek.

"How do you expect me to stay calm when the only child I have ever had is going to die?!" I scream at his face.

"She's not dying, Princess. The Doctors will do everything they have to in order to save Diana." He says softly.

"Even if she lives Brian, she will never walk, never talk, she would probably be blind and would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions and complete mental retardation just like every premature baby usually suffers!", my voice raising with every abnormality I mention.

I breathe in and out to ease my pacing heartbeat.

"How could we let our baby live with all those brutal anomalies, Brian? We can't be this heartless", I shake my head in disapproval.

I feel the tears streaming down my face it I don't care anymore. I don't want to be strong.

I want to let down the wall of tears that I have been building for the sake of showing people I am strong.

I want to cry.

So I do.

Brian's silence shows how much he respects the space I'm demanding right now.

I cry harder. And this time, he encases my petite figure in his strong arms and cradles me. Giving me the chance to let down my facade and just cry.

To cry like I have not in a long long while.

And I do.

The strong willed Mia Baker that the world knows is gone. I sent her away. I don't want her to come back. Not after knowing that their dream of having a beautiful child was slipping away right through.

The thought pinches my insides. And somehow, I know. That today, I will be crying myself to sleep. Something I haven't done in what feels like forever.

***

BRAYAN'S P.O.V.

The last few hours of watching Mia cry herself to sleep were the hardest. She has not been this weak in so long that I had almost forgotten that she even cries. She's always been the positive and tough willed. It was very rare that I had seen her get so emotionally unstable.

I see her lying figure and see a fragile Mia. Curled up like a foetus, she looks so delicate.

The pain that has made her this way is intense. What she's going through right now, as a mother, is multiple times more than what I am going through.

It's four in the morning and I still can't get myself to sleep because of the events and particularly because I had to see my princess break.

I put a pillow under Mia's head and stand up. Careful not to wake her up. I walk out of the room and make my way towards the receptionist.

"Excuse me ma'am?"

She looks up through her glasses which are held on the bridge of her nose. She pushes them back and replies, "Yes, how may I help you?"

"I was looking for Dr.Harris. He is in charge of my daughter, Diana Baker"

"Ah! Yes. I'll call for him. In fact, he's in the I.C.U. Miss.Baker is in. Checking up on her condition."

She stands up and walks to the phone desk.

She returns back after the call and says, "He will be here in a few minutes"

"Thank you very much."

I get a feeling of déjà vu waiting there for the doctor just like last night, to know the fate of my little girl. This time, again, it's about if she survives.

I rub my sweaty palms on my pants , trying to calm the nerves. I rest them flat on the desk and close my eyes to rhythm my pacing breaths.

I'm preparing myself for what's about to come. I'm hoping for the best but a part of me is expecting the worst.

Debating with myself, I stay in the same position trying to quiet down my inner voices.

"Mr.Baker?"

I turn around to the same expressionless Dr.Harris. This time, with a few files in his hands.

"Yes Doctor, how is Diana doing?" Fear and nervousness evident in my tone.

"It's astonishing but through the dark hours of the night, Diana has held onto life with the thinnest thread but it's still almost impossible to picture her leaving the hospital alive. She is not going to make it through any further."

All of the hope, gone.

Now is the time I face the reality and it's also time I make Mia face it too. I must confront her with the inevitable. There's no chance I'm going to make false hopes with her, only to leave her more damaged and unrepairably broken when the reality hits.

Mentally stronger than earlier and accepting the truth, I walk outside the hospital to make a few calls.

To talk about funeral arrangements.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
Chapter three !!!
First off, please forgives for not posting for so long. To make up, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow!
Leaving you guys with the most horrible cliffhanger of all times!
Thanks for reading :)
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