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

Chapter 88 - "Improvements..."

Chapter 88 - "Improvements..."

Clara's PoV

'Come on. We'd better head back to the hospital' John said as I laid in the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

'I know' I hummed.

'What's wrong?' John asked as he ran his fingers up and down my stomach trying to get the truth out of me. He knows his way around me by now.

'Nothing's wrong'

'I know your lying. I know ways to get the truth out of you Oswald. Persuasive ways' he hummed seductively as he kissed my neck but I really wasn't in the mood now.

'I'm not in the mood for sex John' I said pushing him off me and sat up in the bed, looking down at my phone.

'God tell me it's not going to be one of those pregnancies?' He whined.

'So what if it was?' I snapped looking at him but felt bad after I said it. I sighed and went to the bathroom to take wee with John on my tail.

'Nothing. If it is it is. I was just joking' he said confused.

'I'm fine okay. I don't want to be snappy it's just I hate being happy when Poppy is so miserable' I mumbled.

'I don't think that is always the case. There's absolutely no point thinking like that anyway. We have to get on with our life Clara - even if she is sick. She would want that anyway. She wants us to live a life too and let her live a simple and a normal a life as possible'

- - -

'You wouldn't even know she'd been ill' I hummed as we watched Poppy play with her doll on the bed in the hospital room.

We were more than surprised that she was up and about when we got to the hospital that morning.

When we had left her the previous night she was curled up on the bed but right now it didn't look like there was anything wrong with her.

'Daddy' she squeaked jumping up and down on the bed and then into John's arms where he caught her - thankfully she didn't manage to pull any wires out.

'Hey duckling. Have you been messing with me? You don't look very sick' he smirked kissing her forehead.

'I've been playing with my doll. She looks like Mummy' she said as she looked at the lovely nurse who had obviously woken her up this morning and keeping her entertained.

It was quite amusing to see how happy she was right now.

'Mummy's bought you some nice clean clothes' I said as I held the black leggings, polo top and hoodie in my hand ready to put on her so she wasn't cold or anything.

We're in LA but it still gets cold so layers are the best idea.

'Miss Oswald? A word?' The doctor said pulling me to one side as I handed John the vest and polo to put her in and instructed shoes.

'What's wrong?'

'On the contrary. What's wrong? Nothing. She has reacted really well over night to the nebuliser - in fact so well that she doesn't need a drain or anything else. I'm happy to discharge her two days ahead of schedule but I still don't want her flying yet. Let the illness settle itself and pass. I would advise 3 days before coming in for a check again. Then I'll give her permission to fly' he said as I was astounded.

I knew she looked a lot better and she did - but it doesn't mean they she can't go downhill again.

'What about if she struggles again?' I asked just covering my back.

'Well discharge her with a prescription for the pharmacy where you'll be able to pick up a nebuliser treatment of your own for an emergency and one with clearness for flight. I can't see her needing it. For a little girl with leukaemia and pneumonia - you wouldn't know it from how happy and active she is. That is such a good thing' he smiled.

'Whoa' I mumbled turning to look at John and prodded Poppy in the stomach gently. 'Guess what misses - were off back to the hotel. No no more hospital for you today' I laughed kissing her forehead and taking her into my arms as John picked up her rucksack and toys as she was clutching her doll in her hand.

- - -

'Now what?' I asked as John was sat at the table reading an American newspaper intently.

I could tell he was enjoying it. Whenever he comes to America he lets me know how there is nothing better than waking up in the morning and being able to read a good old American newspaper. He claims that there is a lot more going on in them than just crappy gossip.

'We wait the required three days and hopefully are on a flight back to London Sunday. This is a good thing? Get back earlier than anticipated?' He hummed.

'No not that. I mean what the hell are we going to do with her for three days. We can't stay cooped up in a hotel room for three days' I scoffed as he raised his eyebrow obviously agreeing that I was making a good point.

'Hmm? What about the beach?'

'The beach with someone who's is ill?'

'She is just like everyone else Clara. She just wants to fit in' John said.

'But we have to be careful with germs and things John. We can't have her exposed to anything else' I growled.

'Oh well in that case we will just wrap her up in cotton wall and coop her in this bedroom for three days? Think about what your saying Clara' John mumbled. 'We can't protect her from every form of cough and little cold. It's unfortunate that she got this I know - and I also am aware that it could have been a lot worse but we still have to let her grow up' he sighed.

'I know'

'Your OCD has become unbearable since the diagnosis. People coming in the house and washing their hands and no shoes? It's all a bit much' he sighed.

'Sorry'

'Now i heard that theres an observatory at the top of the park where you can get an excellent view of the Hollywood sign and see the space stuff. She'll love that '