Protecting Daniel

Protecting Daniel: Chapter 3 (M)

Ross' POV

"I don't want to go to work..." jeny cried, latched onto me. It was 1 AM and she had to leave for her 24 hour shift at the hospital.

"I can't.. when i get home you wont be here.." she sobbed.

"Baby I'll call every day and before you know it I'll be home," I said kissing her gently.

"I know, i just, i thought we had more time... another night together...." she whispered, kissing back and hugging me tightly, "I'll call as soon as i get home, to see where you are....."

"I thought we did too I'm sorry," I held her close.

"That sounds perfect," I said.

"I love you so much," she whispered, before kissing me one last time, and getting into her car. she had to go, and i just stood watching her leave, this wasnt it... this wasnt how it was supposed to be.. but now.. now i know how it feels for her to watch me leave sometimes...

I hated it I stood there until her car was a tiny speck I couldn't see anymore. I could hardly move.

"Come on bro, you need to get some sleep," rocky siad, appearing beside me, pulling me into the house.

I followed lifelessly into the house. I missed her already.

"This sucks, i hate that that just felt like goodbye..." i said, softly.

"It's only temporary man, not forever,"'Rocky said.

"It feels like it.." i whimpered.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could make you feel better," he said.

"I know, it's okay.. i just need sleep.." i said, and headed to my room and cuddled her pillow in, after taking a sleep aid.

Within moments I was asleep. Sound asleep.

Jen's POV

Arriving to work I was a bit sad as it was, but even more so when i found out little JOsh Hunt was hours away from his final breaths. he'd fought so hard for two months, being 4 months early... we thought he might have a chance, but about a week ago he contracted a pretty serious infection...

My heart was breaking for the family and the little baby. I couldn't stand all this pain.

"Jeny... Jeny will you sit with us?" Hannah his mother asked me, as i went in.

"Of course," I said. What else could I say.

Soon this woman would be grieving her son.

"Jack is on his way....." she said, softly, letting me take her hand, "Dr ramos said he only has a couple hours left.... how did this happen? the antibiotics should be working..."

"No real answer. Life is granted but not taken by God," I said softly.

"He's just a baby, an innocent baby," she said.

"I know, but things happen and sometimes God doesnt get a say.... things happen against his will, because of choices people make or havent made wisely..." I said, "Something simple and indirect as someone sneezing in another room, and a doctor going past and not knowing and brushing against someone.. little tiny things..."

"It's just so unfair,"

She said softly.

"I know it is sweetie, I know..." i siad, sitting beside her and hugging her softly.I checked over little man's vitals and things and sighed, he seemed the same, but im sure its bloodwork stuff. So i took a moment in my head to pray for him, telling God to either heal him of all of this, or for his last breath to not be painful and for his parents healing in this time of grief.