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"there is no charm equal to tenderness of heart." - Jane Austen ~
lynn
I was bussing tables and just desperately trying to get through the day. That thing Gabe said the other day still rang through my head like a never ending echo; he called Dallas dad. Gabe's never even been exposed to the idea of a father, or at least that's what I thought. It just kept swimming through my mind, I didn't know how to feel about it. Apparently just one word is all it takes to turn your world in circles.
Diane got my attention, "Hey, Lynn?"
"Yeah, D?" I replied
"Hate to say this considering last time, but you're getting a call." she said
I turned around and my stomach fell to my feet. The worst thoughts possible filled my mind and my heart sped up, "Who is it...?"
"Doctor Smith from the hospital." Diane sighed
I took a deep breath and felt myself start to shake, and for once I think I saw Diane have compassion. She grabbed the bucket of plates from my hand, "I can take it from here, they're on hold at the front desk."
I sighed, "Thanks, Diane."
I walked to get the phone, my heart racing. Another co-worker of mine was holding the phone, passing it over once she saw me. I swallowed and put the phone to my ear, preparing for the worst. "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms Marston?" he replied
"This is she." I confirmed
"I hope I'm not intruding your time, but I'm Dr Smith from the Tulsa Hospital and there's some good news we need to share with you."
I perked up and stood straight, my eyes widening "Good news?"
"Dallas has woken up, and seems to be in great condition." he replied
I slightly gasped at the incredible news, tears of joy filled my eyelids and my voice was full of life, "Really?"
You could hear the smile in the doctor's voice, "Yes, he's going through some tests right now but he should be ready for visitors in about an hour. Just thought we'd notify you."
I placed a hand over my heart and kept the tears of joy rolling, "Thank you, thank you so much."
"The pleasure is ours. Thank you for your time, Ms Marston."
He hung up the phone and I did too, I couldn't believe it. It was as if I was dreaming. I whispered to myself with my hand still over my heart, "Thank you God, thank you."
I sniffled back my tears and couldn't wipe the smile off my face, I had to go see him. I ran to the backroom and grabbed my things, notifying my manager "Lee, I need the rest of the day off."
