Cry, my beloved people

Chapter 8 Gregory Part 59

"Mom, please don't let go. You've got to come back to us!" Gregory held her hand and kissed it to urge her back from her unconsciousness.

Sitting at his mother's side, with tears rolling from his eyes, he pleaded: "Please mom, Jessie and I need you, you can't leave us now. I'm so sorry mom.   I should have stayed with you.  I shouldn't expect you to choose between Clint and me."

Tracey was standing at the door and heard him pleading.  She wanted to check Louise Jones's vital signs before doctor Lance Anderson do his rounds.  She wanted to retreat from the room when she bumped into doctor Anderson.

"Hi Tracey, did you check Louise's vital's, can I go in there?  What's wrong?" The doctor asked as he saw her eyes widening.

"Her son is in there and he is traumatized and willing her back, I will take her vital's while you talk to him, I can't give him the answers he would like to hear."  She said, shaking her head.

Lance Anderson walked through the door.  The young boy was sitting with his back to him, crying and pleading with his mom.  It took him back to the days when he sat on his mother's bed while she was battling cancer.  His heart is going out to the boy as he saw his tears.

He put his hand on Gregory's shoulder and said: "Let's pray and ask the Lord to guide both of us, if it is His will to cure your mother and show us what He wants us to do."

Gregory sat quietly for a few moments after the prayer, then he asked: "You are her doctor, am I right?  What do you think, what are her chances?"

"I know what you want to hear, but she had a severe stroke, she might not wake up again.  If she wakes up, she might not be able to help herself.  She might not be able to speak or hear or see.  I can't really say, but we can pray.  Let's pray for a miracle."

The boy shuddered and cried: "No, oh no, mom, don't die on us - please don't do that!  We love you and we need you so much!"

"Is this the room of Louise Jones?"

"John!" Lance exclaimed.

"Lance, it's nice to see you, doctor," Father John said, shaking his good friend's hand.

"I heard she had a stroke, is this a good time, can we pray for her?"

"Yes please, then you can meet her son, and he and Tracey can pray with us," Lance said.

"That will make our plea to the Lord so much stronger, what is your name son?" Father John asked.

"Gregory sir," Gregory said and shook the hand that John reached out to him.

After the prayer, Father John rubbed Gregory's shoulder with his big hand and said: "Don't hesitate to call me, here is my number, if you need somebody to talk to, or somebody to pray with you, please my boy, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Father, I will," Gregory said as he took the card.  He looked back at his mom and a tear was running from her eye.  He squeezed her hand and said: "Please mom, come back to us."