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Date Posted: Saturday, January 12, 08:39:43pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 506" on Tuesday, January 01, 11:48:20pm
“Laura? Laura?” Tom called out as he crossed into the ER waiting room from outside. He had been working with the grandparent foundation when she had called him in a panic, her father being raced to the hospital.
Searching the room with his eyes, he caught her sitting in the chair across from the triage entrance, rocking back and forth while staring at the door to the trauma rooms. He crossed quickly and sat down beside her. “Laura.”
She jerked her immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. “I went in… to give him his afternoon medicine… and he wasn’t breathing…”
Tom rubbed her back as he swallowed hard. Her father had been getting so much better of late.
“So… I called… and I started CPR… and it seemed like forever…” Laura cried as she squeezed her eyes shut. “And they got there… and they shocked him... got him back…”
“That’s good,” Tom whispered as she pulled away. She shrugged her arms. “Not for… not for long… his heart stopped… in the transport… and they got him back again…”
Tom pulled her back into his arms.
“I called… when we got here… and it’s been… forever…”
“I’m sure that they are doing all that they can,” Tom spoke with a rasp, knowing that things felt bleak.
“He was getting stronger… but this morning… he seemed... peaceful and not full of spitfire… you know,” Laura explained as she pulled away and sat on her hands. “He told me how much he liked you… that we were perfect… together… that we’d make him some good…”
Laura tossed her head from side to side as she clamped up. She couldn’t say it. She wanted her father to tell Tom. This wasn’t happening and she just wanted to wake up from a bad dream.
Pulling herself together, Laura swallowed as Tom stroked her arm. “I’m sorry to pull you away… from work… I know that you had things to do… and that Michael and Nikita…”
“Laura, you had to call me. I would want to be no where else but here,” Tom declared firmly as he felt Laura pull her hand up to squeeze his.
The silence fell between them and Tom glanced at the clock and stood up. “I’m going to ask… what is going on.”
“They said that they would come out,” Laura’s voice broke and Tom nodded his head as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Maybe they’ll give me something, Laura.”
But the door opened up and Laura knew.
“No… no…” Laura shook her head from side to side. The female doctor headed towards her and swallowed hard. “Are you Laura…”
“He was getting better,” Laura protested before the doctor could finish what she was asking. The doctor squatted as Tom sat down beside Laura. “I’m afraid that despite our best attempts to resuscitate your father, his heart had suffered too much damage… and he succumbed…”
Laura plowed her head into Tom’s shoulder and he closed his eyes as the tears came to his eyes.
The doctor looked at Tom and pressed her lips together. She waited and Laura looked at the doctor. “Thank you.”
“Ma’am… we have a counselor… who can help…” The doctor spoke as she glanced over her shoulder to see that the counselor had arrived. “And we have somewhere… that you can go… have some privacy.”
“I need to see him,” Laura looked directly at Tom. “We should go… and talk to the counselor.”
“No,” Laura shook her head as she looked at him with tears streaming down her face. “I see him first.”
“Ok,” the doctor answered as she stepped back. “We’ll take you right now…”
“You are going to see a lot of equipment,” the counselor spoke and Laura looked at the counselor. “I was a cop… I’ve seen this before… “
“But he is your father. You’ve never seen that,” the counselor pointed out and Tom stood up beside Laura. This was hitting her hard and he wrapped his arms around her.
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