Reborn (RDJ / Scar Jo)

The ultrasound

Peter nervously closed the door of Cate’s bedroom and walked downstairs, nervously.

His eyes widened when he opened the door “Mother?!”

Her small arms surrounded his neck instantly, hugging him tight “How are you, sweetie?”

“Uhhh, fine, what are you doing here, mom?”

“Bruce called me. He is worried about you”

Peter sighed “I’m fine, mom” He escorted his mother to the couch, quickly going to the kitchen to get her a drink

“Catherine’s funeral was today…” she spoke

His eyes widened and his heartbeat increased.

“You…  know Catherine?”

She turned to her son“I don’t. I know you did”

I did. Peter looked down. No, I do!

“Yes…” I spoke

“I am sorry, honey.” She said “I think you work too much, Pete, why don’t you get another doctor to do your job? You are the head of the service, you can do that. You will still get your paycheck”

The young doctor looked down “I don’t do my work for my paycheck mom” he sighed.

I might do that, though. But not because of that. For Catherine. And her child. He thought.

“You look pale, tired. You need some rest”

Peter looked at her “Yeah, I know.”

His mother stood up and gave him a kiss “If you ever need anything, you can talk to me, you know that don’t you?”

He half smiled “Thank you mom”

“I will leave now… Take care honey” she stood up

Peter stood up to escort her “So… Bruce said nothing about Catherine’s funeral?” He eagerly asked

“Nothing specific. Very sad and emotional, you know what it must have been like”

Peter looked down, “Yeah”

She kissed his cheek “Bye, honey”

“Goodbye, mom”

After closing the door, a huge sigh of relief left Peter’s mouth.

“Everything’s fine. Everything will be fine. The worst has passed”

He walked upstairs, making a mental note to call Bruce and get to know more details about the funeral.

He was scared, he had to be honest.

He was scared someone would find out he had the real Catherine in there, alive, and would take her away from him, turn down the machines and kill her.

He couldn’t let that happen.

He knew there was a chance she might wake up, and he would anxiously wait, every day, every week, every month and every year for that to happen.

After talking with Bruce, he didn’t say much more than his mother had. Peter spoke to him about his ideas of hiring a new doctor and he agreed, saying he could help with that.

To make Peter even more anxious, Bruce said how that other woman’s family wouldn’t give up. They were suing the hospital and the searches for that lady’s body would start.

Peter took a deep breath. He stopped the cameras the moment he was on the mortuary. There was no way he could get caught, right?

The days started to go by, and those days turned into weeks, and months.

The young doctor would barely leave the house. Only, occasionally and for a short time, he would go buy necessary stuff and pass by the hospital, so he wouldn’t be suspected.

The lady’s case seemed to be stagnant, but he knew there were still inspectors working on it, so he had to be cautious.

“Hello, hello!” he smiled, as he turned on the camera “What the hell am I doing? Well,” he smiled, putting the camera in a good angle, next to him “This is a very important day, and why?” He started to toy with the materials around him “This is the day where we might find out what the sex of this beautiful lady’s child is!” He started the ultrasound “Excited, are we, Cate?” He smiled, putting the cold gel over her belly and looking at the monitor “May I say how amazingly beautiful you look as a pregnant lady. Your belly is showing already” He smiled “Not much, though. But you look perfect, honey” He said

“Ahhh” he smiled “Look what we have there!” He smiled “I can see it, honey. Wanna know?”

He finished his procedure before kissing her forehead “You’re carrying a strong, beautiful baby girl, honey” he smiled “We need to start figuring out names!” he excitedly said as, during all this time, the camera recorded.

Day 83: 9/21/2010

Dear Catherine,

May I start off by saying how perfect you look, you are one beautiful pregnant lady. Have I said that in previous days? Alright, I’ll stop then.

This was the day I was finally able to see the sex of the child in the ultrasound (…)

 

As he finished his letter, he turned off the light of the small lamp and went to lie down. He had improvised a bed next to Catherine’s, so he wouldn’t have to sleep on another room during the night. He only needed to adjust her bed height, which was portable and could be moved, to his and he could basically sleep next to her the entire nights.

He kissed her forehead “Good night honey, please wake up soon” he whispered

Laying back on the bed.

Maybe this was all insane.

Maybe he was giving his life for something that might not respond ever. But she was still someone. A person. With dignity, with a heart that was still beating.

And she also happened to be the only woman that ever dared to steal his heart..

No way.

He would not give up.

Hello!

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Love,

Carly*