His Final Shot

Chapter 7

As soon as David got to the hospital, he rushed to the ER. His eyes fell on the lady at the front desk and rushed to her without hesitation. 

"Hello sir, welcome to-." 

David cut her off not caring what she had to say. 

"I need Angela Jefferson. Where is she?" David half screamed at the poor lady who was only trying to do her job. 

While in shock, the lady turned to her computer and punched in a few keys without any reluctance. 

"She is in room 711." 

David pushed of the counter and tried to make his way to his mother wherever room 711 was. 

"Sir. Sir!" 

David stopped at the sound of the counter lady not wanting to be rude again. He quickly turned on his heels and faced the women again who was now out standing a few feet from David. He gave her a confused look. 

 "You can't go in there. Unless family." 

David felt his anger start to rise. 

"What you mean family! I'm her son! You called me here!" David now screaming at the top his voice. 

The lady seemed more startled than ever, but David couldn't help it. He couldn't let anything happen to his mother. David stood there waiting for a response, but nothing came. Just as David was about to turn around and go back looking for his mom, the nurse gave him a slight nod. David rushed off without hesitancy.

He turned at every corner following the number sequence. He passed room 704, room 705, room 705, room 707, room 708, room 709, room 710, and finally room 711. He grabbed of the nicely polished door nob and turned it to open the door. When his eyes fell upon the bed, his heart sank. He froze for a second, but snapped back to reality. He rushed to the large hospital bed where his mother lay helplessly and fell to her side like one of those sad romantic movies. But this wasn't like that at all. David's hand began to tremble, and he could feel his eyes begin to water. He held his hands out to grab his mothers soft cold fingers. He held her with two hands, one on top and the other below hoping to give her warmth. He put his head to his mother's hands as his tears began rolling down his cheek.

A few seconds passed by before what David assumed was the counter nurse came to the door and knocked gently on the door. Before David looked up he quickly whipped his tear away. He wasn't too surprised when he saw the counter nurse at the edge of the bed with a clipboard in one hand and pen in the other quickly scribbling away. Just as David was to apologize to her and ask what had happened to his mother, a tall woman with a white coat came in looking more concerned than David himself did. David (out of respect) quickly stood up and shook the doctors hand. The doctor seemed surprised. David ignored it.

She took a deep breath before releasing her calm words. "Hi, I'm Doctor James Hublehock. I believe you are David Jefferson? We talked on the phone earlier." 

David also took a couple of breaths. 

"Yes, I remember. And yes my names David." David replied trying to keep calm. 

Which was quite hard due to the situation he was in. "What happened? I was on my home from basketball practice and I get a call saying my mother was at the hospital. Please doctor, explain." David added. 

His voice trembled as his words came pouring out. 

"Your mother here was in a car accident" the doctor started. "This caused some damage to her hip, and some ribs. I don't want to go into great detail but other than that, Mrs. Jefferson is fine. She is in a small coma but is expected to wake up soon. You were on her list of contacts incase of any emergency so we called you. I apologize for making you causing any misconceptions. Your mother is doing fine, but she will have to stay here a few more days until full recovery." 

David breathed out and his body relaxed. His mother was fine; she too would not leave him. Without realization, a smile appeared on David's face. He was not sure how to feel right now. Worried because his mother was in a coma. Or happy because he knew she would be fine.

Once the doctor left, David went back his position beside the hospital bed where his mother lay and knelt down on both knees. He intertwined both his hands along with his mother's and placed his elbows on the edge of the bed. And David did what he needed to do in a long time now. David began praying.

"Dear Father, I know you must be busy but hear me out." David began his prayer. "I haven't asked for much over the years since I know you have a plan for me. But now is where I need your help. My mother is laying here on this bed, and someone did this to her. And I know you only give us the lives you know we can handle, but I should have been there for her. You should have been there for. I'm not saying this is your fault, but it seems lately that you have forgotten about my torn family and I. I'm not asking for much I just ask for you to watch over my mother and bless her with the life you gave her. You took my father from me, but I ask you not take my mother. She is all I have left, so I pray to you that you keep her alive here on earth and don't take her away just yet. In Jesus name a pray. Amen." 

David ended his prayer hoping God was listening. He slowly rose from the floor carefully leaning on the bed making sure not to hurt the body that laid next to him one knee after the other. Whilst on his feet, David closed his eyes, leaned in and placed his lips carefully on his mother's forehead. 

And he left.