But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

chapter 33

"Wait so what does the mean Zoe?" My mum sighed down the phone, I could sense her shaking her head at me. I take a breath, trying to hold myself together and stop myself from bursting into a fresh set of tears, before repeating the same sentence over again. "Right, right, just come home now, please Zo, there's nothing you can do now is there"
"No, Mum, I need to stay here, at least until his Mum gets here, I need to know she's okay" I stutter, quickly hanging up the phone, not wanting to argue with my Mum, I'd end up just crying forever.

I steadily rock myself backwards and forwards, my eyes glued to the door, waiting and waiting and waiting. I wasn't sure how to explain any of what had happened in a short span of ten minutes, nor was I sure i'd be able to hold myself together once Anne knew. Once she knew, it would be real, and I wasn't ready to let go, not yet. He'd been a big part of my life for so long, he was the Dad to my children, he was my entire world, and the thought of letting him slip away from me hurt so much.

It seemed like hours passed, but it was honestly only minutes, when Anne finally burst through the doors, her entire persona shouted 'dishevelled desperate mother'. Her head span around, scanning every face in the room, before settling on mine. She shuffled towards me, tears filling her eyes, "Oh Zoe, what happened? No one would tell me anything", her voice croaked, as she sat down on the chair next to me, placing her hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. "He was fine, and then it all went wrong, Oh god, he just stopped breathing, and I didn't know what was happening" I cry, my throat aching as tears roll down my cheeks. Anne doesn't reply, and as my head turns to look at her, I see her staring straight ahead, fat tears dropping from her eyes.
"Sorry, I just don't like thinking of him in pain, You know how it is...they're your babies, you want to totally protect them from everything" I nod, we sit in silence for a few minutes, until a doctor walks over, clearing his throat slightly to get our attention. "Mrs Simpson? Would you like to come with me, and you too, Miss Collins, There are some things we need to discuss"

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"So what exactly are you saying Doctor?" Anne sighs, running a hand through her hair.
"Bradley is currently on a ventilator while we assess the state of the damage on his body, he went into cardiac arrest, and that can cause serious brain damage, He has been reacting to light and auditory stimulants, which is a good sign, but if there is damage done to his brain stem, he won't be able to make a recovery. If damage is found on the brain stem, we need your permission to turn off the ventilator and let his body take a natural course"
"But what if there is no damage?" my mouth spits out the words before I can think, not wanting to think of the worst case scenario.
The doctor looks at me for a moment, before opening his mouth "We would leave him on the ventilator until we think he would be able to breath on his own, and from there we would treat his condition, until he hopefully makes a full recovery, but Miss Collins, may i remind you, we need to prepare for the worst, his body his badly damaged, and at this moment, there is very little we can do" I nod, not wanting to speak again, feeling stupid for asking the question - for just wanting everything to get better.
"Do what ever you have to do" Anne stutters "If that means you have to turn the ventilator off, then so be it - we will be able to say goodbye, right?" She cries, her hand swiping away the tears before they can fall. The doctor nods "Of course, It will be days before we have fully assessed his condition, and we will keep you updated, I just need to get some papers for you to sign, is it okay to leave you here for a moment?" Anne nods, pulling a tissue from her bag and dabbing at her nose as the doctor steps out the room, closing the door quietly.
"Sorry for asking a stupid question" i sigh, fiddling with a loose string on my jacket.
"It's not stupid, Zoe, He'll be fine, He wouldn't leave you, or the kids"
"He wouldn't leave the kids you mean, He's with Daisy, not me"
"He never gave up on you, He's been smitten with you since the day you met, you were all he ever spoke about, and I promise you, He will be okay" she smiles, resting her hand on mine, forcing a soft smile in my direction " Anyway, I never was too fond of Daisy"
"I'm going to go see Brad, can I leave you here? Will you be okay?" I look at Anne, worried more about her than myself. She nods, "I'll be fine"
I stand up quietly, and tiptoe out of the room, everything I did felt as though it needed to be done quietly and carefully.

My feet carried me down the corridor, past Brad's room, the curtains still drawn around his bed, nothing seeming to have changed since earlier, but now his entire life hangs in the balance. I stop for a moment, staring at the plain white curtains, but knowing his body lay on the other side deterred me; I didn't want to see him inches away from death. Instead I carry on down the corridor, my finger still pulling at the loose string. I try to blend in, even though no-one was paying attention to me, everyone in hospitals blends in, everyone has their own reason they are there, but no one else really knows why.

Once I find the correct door, i swallow and push my way through, my feet sliding down the corridor and into a ward. I stand by a wall and watch as Daisy laughs with someone sitting in the chair next to her bed; completely oblivious to the future of her boyfriend. He was lying rooms away, close to death, while his mother sat in another room sobbing, but she was here having fun. The few cuts and bruises that scattered her body had already started to fade, which didn't seem fair, why should she recover while others suffer, all because of something she caused.

She ruined my entire families livelihood, she brought Brad closer to death much sooner than he deserved to be, and she was going to get away with it.

Brad should get to see his children grow up, get married and have their own children, He should get to tour the world with his best friends. He should get to live, but she was taking all of that away slowly; taking everything once piece at a time until it all came crumbling down.

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lmao i haven't updated in ages sorry

I was going to kill him but I couldnt (not yet anyway) I feel bad for even wanting to kill him off.

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