The Smell Of Rain....

Chapter 4

MIA'S P.O.V.

"No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say; Diana is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us! There's not going to be a funeral. Cancel all the damn arrangements you have made! Nobody is dying!" I scream at the top of my voice.

My insides burning with anger, disappointment and pain.

No tears falling off my eyes.

I'm too angry for that.

I stand there, still. Staring at the floor with rage in my eyes. I hear Braun calling out for me, standing right in front of me but I'm too numb to react.

He places his hands on my shoulder and thrusts me hard. "Mia get back to your senses! Diana is not surviving. Stop hoping and wishing to see her going home with us because it is not going to happen!" he says in a bold voice. Slightly laced with irritation.

Then is when the curtain of anger drops. My legs feel like jel-o and I loose my balance.

Eyes burning with tears, I cry out loud. Bryan keeps me from falling on my knees.

And suddenly, it feels like my world has ended because the gift that I am just given is soon going to be snatched.

"Why does God want Diana, Bryan?"

"Because when you go to a garden, you only pick the most beautiful flowers. That's why."

This makes sense. God wants my beautiful daughter for himself.

And after blaming God for being selfish, I almost felt better.

Almost.

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BRYAN'S P.O.V.

As if willed to live by Mia's determination, Diana clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. It bewildered the doctors how Diana survived the first days.

The stabled situation almost got me and Mia planning a future with her but we knew better not to go further until we are permitted to take her home in a healthy condition.

Mia did not take long to stabilise herself. After all, you can't go on crying forever. Not even if you want to.

She seemed to have accepted the condition. Which was more likely what she would usually do in any situation.

What is going to happen will not change. How much ever we agonise over it. It's all pre-planned. So why keep hurting over something that is destined to happen?

A new agony has set in for us because Diana's under-developed nervous system is essentially raw.

Even the lightest kiss and caress that Mia gave her yesterday had intensified her discomfort, so we couldn't even cradle our tiny baby girl against our chests to offer the strength of our love because that would only make it more painful for Diana and we were far from letting that happen.

The baby has already been through one hell of a journey since the time she had breathed the earth.

She has been through so much in such less time.

I see Mia walking in the hospital, returning back from her stroll in the garden.

The skip in her step and the trace of smile accessorising her face were contagious because I feel the grin spreading across my face, too.

It feels good to see her charming smile again.

She walks towards me, leans over and presses her lips to mine. She kisses my mouth softly. I cup her face in my hand and deepen the kiss.

We pull back when we realise the importance of the breathing mechanism.

"Hi", she says in a hushed tone.

"Hello there, Princess, how was the walk?"

"It was refreshing but I feel tired", she says pouting.

I kiss her pouts lips, breaking the urge.

She giggles and pulls away.

"Babe, did you talk to Dr.Harris? How is Diana doing now? Any improvements? And can we go and see her now?" she asked, concerned.

"She's doing fine, just the usual. And yes we can go and see her. Let's go."

We walk towards the I.C.U. Diana is admitted in. Last few days, we were wishing for Diana to make it out alive and today, we are going to see her doing better each day.

Time changes so fast. Once it's messing with you. Trying all the tactics. And the next moment it decides to shower you with all the happiness.

Funny is the concept of life.

I feel proud of Diana for being so tough all through her battle for life.

So enveloped in my thoughts, I didn't realise reached.

With a smile on my face, I open the door to see Dr.Harris standing beside Diana, jolting down things, hopefully her bettering condition on his notepad.

I give him a full smile which he returns in a haste and gets back to what he was doing.

Lying beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, I see my daughter.

I wonder how her little body is managing to put up with all the hardships thrown her way.

"Dear Lord, we are not able to give the physical support our baby needs at the moment. We can not hug her to our hearts and whisper in her ear to stay strong, or that she's going to be just fine. It's hard to see her fighting her battle alone. I pray you to stay close to our precious little girl," Mia said, going through the same pain that I am right now.

"Amen." we both say in unison.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Chapter 4 as promised !
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