"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 59 - "Superhero Day..."

Chapter 59 - "Superhero Day..."

Clara's PoV

'What do we do?' I asked John as I rested my head on his bare chest unable to look him in the eye.

'I don't really know' he hummed.

'I can't look her in the eye and say no John. She's so looking forward to this day. She wants to be a superhero. I didn't even know there was such a day'

'Yeah. I got the letter last week on my emails. I bought an outfit on Amazon and everything. But I don't think she can go clara'

'Why not? Her appointment is at three? We can pick her up from school at 12? At least to let her have fun with her friends for a bit?'

'I suppose' he hummed.

'What do we do about the others? We have to tell them'

'Not yet' he mumbled.

'What about Avia? She's the one who's going to have to donate. She's the one that will need to help' I said lacing my fingers with his, as his thumb started stroking my hand.

It was amazing since the argument we had, had last week about schools - we had forgotten about it all now!

'How so?'

'She's the only one that's 100% biologically related to Poppy. She's the most likely to match. We'll have them all tested just in case - but she's the one that will have to help'

'You can't force an 11 year old to do that Clara. It's something that seriously has to be thought through' he murmured.

- - -

'I don't have to dress up like a superhero do I?' Avia whined.

'No. Luckily for you its reception, year 1 and 2 only. Infants only' I laughed as I braided Poppy's hair whilst she was on the floor in front of me.

She had been up all night with an increasing cough - and didn't sleep until the early hours of the morning when John had finally got her to calm down on the sofa.

If this was what it was like before she was having kinds of treatment - then I dread to think what we're in for soon.

It could be nothing of course. I could be worrying about nothing. Either way she will make an excellent superhero.

'Look. I'm superman' she said standing up and jumping on our bed excitedly as John had dressed her in the superman outfit.

She seemed awfully excited to be going. She did know that she wouldn't be able to spend the whole day at school. We explained that to her and she hated it - but it was better this way.

'Does superman want some cereal?' He chuckled.

'No. I'm not hungry' she said jumping still. Surprisingly we should have thought about it - we really shouldn't have let her be jumping up and down.

'You have to come and eat'

'Nope. I'm jumping. Come on Henry' she encouraged pulling the almost three year old on the bed who giggled away with her, as John pulled me out of the room.

'When was the last time she ate? Because by my calculations you let her skip dinner last night?'

'She wasn't hungry last night' I shrugged.

'But she has to eat' he demanded urgently.

'Says the man with bipolar who for days on end will starve themselves'

'That's by the by' he mumbled. 'Now just make the kid eat breakfast'

'She's sick... We can't force food down her throat' I said folding my arms and glaring at him, before Henry yelled.

'Daddy. Daddy. Poppy's bleeding. She's bleeding' Henry squeaked, as he pulled on John's leg and we both ran in.

There was so much blood.

- - -

'Mummy come on. I need to go. I don't want to be late' Avia scoffed.

'Would you be quiet. Get your sister in the car and maybe help Henry put his shoes on. We'll go in a minute' I snapped.

'Maybe you should just take them?' John suggested.

'No. I want to go to school. My nose is fine' Poppy scoffed, as John was holding a wad of tissues on her nose trying to control the bleeding.

'Poppy. It's not a good idea. We've got the doctors later remember? We might as well just go now?'

'But it's superheroes day? It's a day for superheroes. I'm superman' she scoffed, trying to squiggle out of John's grip on the sofa.

'Oh no you don't. Your not going to school. Clara take the others now' John demanded holding her on the sofa.

'No. No. I want to go to school' she screamed as John held her down. I felt absolutely awful. But it was for the best.

She just wasn't well.

- - -

'I want to go to school' she yelled in fits of tears slamming on the front door that John had, had to lock.

He felt awful about locking her in but it was for the best.

'Please Please. I want to be a superhero' she begged him. He couldn't look at her crumpled face like that. He could t stand breaking her little heart. 'Please' she sniffled as John looked at her with sorry eyes.

'I'm so sorry munchkin. It's just for the best' John mumbled sadly, as he sat back on the sofa with a bowl full of fruit for himself.

She was not a happy bunny now as she sat arms crossed next to him - but he did manage to get her to eat some grapes - so there was some improvement there.

It's bad enough that she is lactose intolerant - that alone makes her a lot thinner than she should be but the not eating thing was so much worse.

He had never had a child like that because his other three kids would just eat when they were told.

Especially Henry. He was just a pig.

- - -

'How is she?'

'Still stropping. She knows how to hold a grudge' he mumbled, as I jumped in the car and saw her arms folded in the booster seat.

'Like father like daughter' I smirked.

'Excuse me... Like mother like daughter' he growled.

'She'll be fine. She'll get over it' I promised.

'I don't think she will. She was not happy' he hummed. I felt guilty but we had to do this for her sake.