when we got to gramma office gramma ask David a word & they walk out & i sit on the chair. 5 min later they come back in David look like he is sad or he was crying what happened? i turn to gramma
Grace: your rib is cracked. but there are no splinter you haven't punctured anything
gramma said
David: yet. . .
he said gramma look at him
Grace: Mr. White
gramma said David look at me
David: you are losing a lot of blood now. . . it's crushing you from the inside out. . . Dr. Grey tell her what you told me. . . tell her
he said & gramma look at me
Phoebe: gramma tell me. . . it's okay
i said & gramma sigh & she walk to me
Grace: you don't have enough blood for you & the baby & there is nothing i can do to put more blood into you
gramma said i look at her
Phoebe: what do you mean?
i ask gramma took a deep breath
Grace: it means that your heart will give up before you can deliver
gramma said my heart stop so that means that i am going to die & the baby will survive i bit my lip
Phoebe: then i'll hold on as long as i can and then. . .
i said then gramma put her hand on my check
Grace: Phoebe. . . there are some conditions that even the blood can't overcome . . . you understand?. . . i'm sorry
gramma said & she walk out i want to cry i turn to David
Phoebe: David. . . i'm so sorry
i said
David: i can't live without you
he said
Phoebe: you won't. . . you're gonna have a part of me. . . it'll need you
i said David face look like mad or sad
David: do you honestly think that i could love it. . . or even tolerate it. . . if it killed you
he said how could he said that!
Phoebe: it's not the baby fault. . . you have to accept what it's
i said then he snap
David: BECAUSE YOU'VE GIVEN ME NO CHOICE!
he shout at me
David: PHOEBE! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PARTNERS, REMEMBER!
he shout at me again
David: but you decided this on your own!. . . you've decided to leave me!
he said how dare he say that to me
Phoebe: don't say that. . .
i said as a tear coming down my face
David: well i have n other way to see it cause it's me who'll lose you and i don't choose that. . . i don't choose that!
he said then he walk out & he slam the door & i start to cry. . .
