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

Chapter 93 - "The Childrens Ward..."

Chapter 93 - "The Childrens Ward..."

Clara's PoV

I hope it was worth pissing her off' Richard scoffed as he tapped away at his computer opposite John's desk.

'It was actually' John scoffed digging through his draw next to him and handed him some forms.

'Blood donation?'

'It won't surprise you to know that not only have we got a kid who is very sick but she has a blood type that is extremely rare' John explained.

'So...' Richard mumbled looking for John to dig deeper.

'I don't think that I could explain it any more than that could I?' John' scoffed rudely.

'Your donating your blood? How much? Is it even safe? I mean you look so pale these days that you could easily pass as a vampire' Richard mumbled.

'Not helpful' John said rooting through the desk for some paperwork. 'She need Arne blood transfusions to keep her going and some of mine does. What more can I say to justify that? Clara can't donate because she's an organ donor recipient within 5 years or something? I dunno I didn't argue when she explained it I just took it on the head' John hummed.

'Where are you going now?'

'To an appointment. We've got to go and view the hospital where Poppy will be spending the next 6/8/10 weeks' John explained slamming the door.

- - -

'We'll Poppy. Looks like this is our new home for the next couple of weeks' I said with a smile trying to put a brace face on for her but the truth is that I won't hardly see her at all.

Since I'm now pregnant I'm considered a high risk to be around such equipment so if she needs radio therapy then I'll be kept well away.

For now it is just the chemo therapy. But even the scans and things I can't go to anymore so it's all down to John.

So he was the one that had taken the step and bold move to move into the hospital on an air bed with her for a few weeks.

Hopefully if all goes well she'll be out in under 21 days. But we don't know for sure.

She has to have the chemo at the hospital and stay though because she'll need several blood transfusions.

Then if all goes well - after 4 weeks she'll be moved onto a 2 month treatment with only day visits to the hospital, following into hopefully being able have the bone marrow transplant and some more therapy and be okay.

This was all in theory though. We just have to see how it will be in practise.

'Are you going to stay?' She asked looking up at me as I had no choice but to tell her the truth.

'Sorry Duckling. I've got to go home to all the others. But don't worry Daddy is going to stay with you for a while. You won't be on your own for one minute' I said as one of the nurses showed her the bed and how it had little teddies on the bed sheets.

The room was simple which was a bonus. The fact that she had her own room was something that neither of us were expecting but that we were glad about. It meant that for a few nights a week one of us can stay with her.

John was her primary career though. Especially now that I'm pregnant. It means that I'm in a pretty compromising position.

'So. My name is Connor. I'm going to be your personalised nurse. If there's ever anything wrong or you want something - you give me a shout. I'm going to be here through your whole treatment' he explained crouched down in front of her as she hid behind John's leg.

John and I had met Connor before Christmas getting to know him a little before he's put in charge of Poppy's care.

I trusted him and so did John. We knew she'd be in safe hands.

'The first thing I'd quite like you to do is to get changed? Can you do that? Get changed into these nice pyjamas?' Connor says handing her the hospital pyjamas that are made specifically for children to make them comfy and at home.

We had several of her toys, comfy clothes and blankets sterilised a week ago so she could have them in hospital during treatment including her iPad.

It was going to be hard. Especially if she looses her hair.

I wanted to cut it short but John said we should just wait. Some people don't loose their hair. Some peoples just thin - which I was hoping would happen to Poppy. She would be devastated.

I had explained it to her though. Not that she understood but why should she? She's 4?

John and I were enticed out of the room by another doctor whilst Connor and Poppy got acquainted because he was the one that would stay with her at night if neither of us could be here so she needed to get to know him and have some kind of relationship with him.

So John and I were taken on a tour around the children's ward.

- - -

'So this is the sterilisation unit. This is where you'll have to come and wash your hands and have a quick physical before your allowed on the ward'

'Physical?'

'It's just to make sure you or any visitors aren't carrying any infection such as coughs or colds because these kids immune systems are low - if something breaks out on the ward then it could be life threatening to all of them' he explained. 'Should you feel unwell in anyway it's best to stay away for 24 hours'

It was all more complicated than you would think but it's something that you don't really consider until your going through it.

'So what happens from here?'

'Connor will get her settled and we'll take her for an x Ray to make sure she hasn't got any infections and then we'll take her for her first treatment. It'll be twice a day everyday for up to 14 days depending on how she responds. We anticipate blood transfusions about 1 every two days but we'll always have blood on side in case it needs to be more' he explained handing us some treatment books and timetables so we knew what times things would be happening.

The hardest part about all this was that she was separated from all of us and that the chances are I would only ever be able to bring one child to visit at a time in case of infection and risks.

She would be in good hands of course.

I looked up at John a little tearful about leaving her but knew it had to be done and clutched to the hand book. 'I'd better go before I fall apart' I said to him and he nodded as I leant up to kiss him. 'Look after her won't you?'

'Don't be silly of course I'll look after her' he chuckled as I looked at the little family room where there was other kids older and younger in Poppy's condition just a few days ahead of her.

I knew she'd be okay. She'd have human interaction and so would John. It's not like he'd never leave the unit because even Richard offered to help out by going in with her. Lilly or my dad even offered to help out.

It was just so hard to leave.