#JustWriteIt - The Bronchiole Syndrome ✅

chapter two - chapitre deux

two - pandemonium

i don't have time to find the beauty in something so small anymore when something so big held all the beauty this world has to offer.

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    "Stop it, you're scaring her! Just look at her!" Ana yells at one of the nurses questioning Delilah. Almost immediately after Ana and I had stepped into the ambulance, the doctors and nurses started asking Delilah a series of questions, such as "On a scale of one to ten, rate your pain" or "Where are you experiencing the most pain?" It probably is to provide the doctors with the information to cure her, but even still, the look displayed on her face tells me that she's absolutely terrified of answering. Her eyes are almost as wide as golf balls, and her hands are trembling uncontrollably. As much as I'd like to comfort her in some way or another, I'm almost certain that I'll scare her even more.

"Miss, I know you're feeling anxious about your daughter," the nurse replies with a sense of urgency, "but we need this information to help her. You want your daughter to get through this, so let us help her through it."

Ana's entire face and parts of her neck turn a bright shade of scarlet, and single tear slips down her cheek before she steps back and stands with me in the opposite corner of the all-too-tiny ambulance. The dismal sight of her like this makes me want to cry with her, but as the man of the family, I have to stay strong. There aren't any other options— I have to be the one supporting everyone else. I have to be.

When Ana comes over to me, I engulf her in the warmest, biggest, most fervent hug I can muster as she quietly cries into my left shoulder. The scorching tears gently tumbling down her reddening cheeks are absorbed into my dark grey t-shirt, leaving behind a large wet patch, and her trembling hands are wrapped tightly around my neck in an affectionate manner. Seeing my wife— and daughter, for that matter— in such a state utterly devastates me, making me hold Ana even tighter and pray for a miracle even harder.

"I-I just... I just don't want to... to lose her, Brendon. She's our daughter... I'm not ready yet," she incoherently forces out in between heart-wrenching sobs, "Please... please help her, God. She's in your hands now."

The ambulance takes a sharp turn, throwing me off my balance and almost causing me to fall over. I'm about to yell at the driver to be more careful with my daughter's life on the line, until I realize that we're at the hospital. Before I know it, Delilah is being rolled out of the small vehicle and rushed into an emergency room, Ana and I quickly following. In fact, we're both sprinting to even remotely keep Delilah in our view.

After a minute or two of running, the doctors surrounding Delilah abruptly stop at a heavy, iron, bleach-white door, soon followed by Ana and me. Delilah's lips have now not only turned a deep shade of azure, but her face and neck have tinted a light rosy-red color. Her hyperventilating has ceased, only to be replaced with long, forced breaths with ghastly choking sounds at each three-second interval. Each time she attempts to take another breath, I tell myself that it could quite possibly be her last. This could be Delilah's end, everything might end for her before it's even begun. I told her that it would turn out alright, I'd promised her that it would be okay, but Ana's words ring in my ears and my head nevertheless,

"I just don't want to lose her, Brendon."

God, help me keep this promise

a/n hey guys! i just finished this story, and will be publishing most of it today and some of it tomorrow, probably followed by an epilogue on Wednesday. this chapter is dedicated to AzarathsHalfblood16 for her continued support and faith in me!! thank you for all of you lovely readers and enjoy reading.

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