help.

wanna show her

Day after day, Kit healed and started to improve.

And after a week by her daughters side, Jackie finally went home and slept, leaving Kit with Rosie and of course, Clipper.

Honestly, she felt Kit had gotten to a point where she wouldn't feel guilty leaving. She was responsive, giggly, was sleeping good, all her boxes where marked to head out.

She slept soundly beside her husband as the phone began to ring from Jackie's side table. Of course she picked it up and answered with her raspy, yet light voice.

"Hello?" She thought on the other end was one of the neighborhood boys as nobody said anything for awhile. They had been prank calling the Kennedy's residence ever since the family moved in.

"Hello??" She asked again squinting her eyes trying to see in the dark room.

"Jackie." Rosie spoke breathless on the other end.

"Rosemary?! Rosie? Rosie what's wrong? Where Kit Rosie?! What's going on?" She loaded into the phone one thing after another, overwhelming Rosemary quickly.

"Uh. Jackie- just, just get here as fast as you can." And with that the line went silent and so did Jackie as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

She sat for a brief moment, feeling the weight that had been lifted recently return, with vengeance.

"Jack! Jack wake up!" She shook her husband after taking her moment.

"What?!" He sat straight up and looked to his wife as she hurried to get dressed, he was now used to the early, early calls. It always seemed like Kit's body acted up in the night.

"Something is wrong with Kit, we-we gotta go." She bounced on one leg getting her shoes on.

"Hurry up, I'll meet you in the car" Jackie said leaving the room quickly and running down the stairs.

"Auntie Rosie, I-I can't, breathe." Rosemary held the 8 year old's hand as she heaved, Clipper being right on top of her, whining, knowing some was seriously wrong.

It was the ripe hour of 3 AM, Kit had woke up an hour ago with chest pains & now it seemed like Rosemary was watching her niece slip through her fingers.

"I know babe, I know, but Auntie Rosie can't make the decision to make it better." She cried looking at the weak little girl who faded in and out.

Rosemary had been fighting with doctor after doctor all night to just help her. But not one would touch her without consent if John and Jacqueline.

"No no no, K, stay awake, talk to me about uh- what about your piano recital? Are you excited?" She asked looking at her watch, really needing her brother to get there.

"I-I am, I learned to play Mozart like-like mommy wanted me too. I just wanna, show her." Once again she faded in and out, but despite her measures the little ones eyes closed and Clipper went bezerk.

"K? Kit? Kathleen? Kathleen Rose, come on babe talk to Auntie Rosie!" She tapped her face rapidly, as nurses stormed in and Clipper hoped off.

"Intubate her!" One yelled to another as Rosie stepped back, pulling the dog with her, they were doing what the doctors were waiting for Jackie and Jack to decide.

Quickly they put her head down and pryed her mouth open as Rosie sobbed. She watched and screamed until she looked into the doorway to see her brother and Jackie.

"Oh Jack!" Rosie dove into her brother's arms as she heard her brother began to sniff.

Jack never cried, after all "Kennedy's don't cry."

"It- it reversed, when she took the turn, the surgery it turned bad." Jack stared ahead as slowly, doctors, cleared from their daughter.

Jackie approached her Kit and once again sat next to her bed, being appalled by the tube coming from her throat. She felt uncomfortable touching her own little girl, that- that should never, never happen.

In seeing her cry, Clipper curled up at Jackie's feet instead of Kit now, being slightly scared of all the machines.

"I should've never left you babe, this is my fault, I'm sorry baby. Oh I'm so so sorry." She put her head down in sobs right near her girls head, holding and pulling her close as her tears could be heard audibly from anywhere in the Children's National PICU.