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Authors: Jasmine Bowen, Morris Fenris
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are there, we must oblige them, no matter how stupid they seem. The doctors are going to do their best for her, even if they seem like they are hurting her. In addition, I am going to call Dr. Hever to give him an update and his medical opinion. The girl is no use to us half dead.”
“You will not touch her,” Arthur snarled. Knox rolled his eyes.
“ Gregory means that Annalise will be sent to him, if she doesn’t recover. Now, get to it.”
“ Rosa?” Gregory turned to her and she nodded.
“Sure, I’ll come. There’s nothing I like more than hanging around hospitals,” she rolled her eyes, but grabbed the car keys and followed them out the door.
Arthur was nowhere near as apprehensive of cars as he used to be, but he still looked nervous as he slid into the backseat.
The death of a human had never hit him so hard as it did now. He couldn’t explain what he had come to feel for this girl, only that he needed to be beside her, and that he needed to protect her from the reaper.
The drive to the hospital took forever, it felt l ike in a car, and he wondered how long it would have taken if all they had was a horse drawn cart. Gregory seemed to pick the furthest parking space he could from the front entrance, and by the time they reached the doors, over half an hour had passed.
“How do we find her?” Arthur asked, overwhelmed by the rooms and hallways that seemed to go on forever.
“That part is easy,” Rosa strolled to the front desk in such a way that the security guard actually stood up from his post, and looked her right in the eye, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. Arthur turned to Gregory.
“Don’t you mind?”
“Don’t I mind what?” his brother asked, confused.
“ That men … look at her that way.”
Gregory shook his head.
“If I killed every man who looked at Rosa that way, the human race would cease to exist. She does not belong to me, Arthur, she is of her own free will. I find it a blessing that she is by my side when she is.”
“How can it be that way?” Arthur was aghast. “I would …”
“ Because you and I believe different things,” Gregory said, with a smile. “And the benefit to this modern age is that neither of us can be persecuted for them. We can all believe something different, and operate until those values.”
“She’s in ICU,” Rosa returned. “Come on, I think it’s this way.”
The hospital was decorated for Christmas, with strings of lights everywhere and vendors set up in the main hallway, long ro ws of tables selling various wares. There was a familiar song playing that Arthur had heard many times this season, but couldn’t place it. In his day, there were once only a few songs and dances that everyone knew and could participate in. But now, it seemed there were millions and it was overwhelming. Annalise had over a thousand songs on the computer, and it baffled him.
They took the elevator to the 6 th floor, and he could tell the mood on it was much different. There was only the sound of beeping monitors, and hushed voices, tiptoeing around. In the far corner, he could hear someone crying.
Rosa strolled to the desk, this time commanding the attention of a female nurse, who sent the doctor right over to them.
“You’re here for Annalise?” he asked, looking to Arthur, impossibly young to be a doctor.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Right,” the young doctor said. “We’ve got her stabilized now, although she came in with heart failure. It appears her leukemia has progressed to Stage 4 faster than expected. It depends how you want to proceed,” he spoke slowly, allowing the impact of the words to hit them. “We could try another round of chemo, if you wanted. She’s pretty weak right now, and I’m seeing organ failure when I shouldn’t be.”
“What are the chances?” Gregory asked, stone faced, “of it working?”
“A 4 th round? Well, there’s always hope.” The doctor looked down at his chart.
“You will not touch her,” Arthur snarled. Knox rolled his eyes.
“ Gregory means that Annalise will be sent to him, if she doesn’t recover. Now, get to it.”
“ Rosa?” Gregory turned to her and she nodded.
“Sure, I’ll come. There’s nothing I like more than hanging around hospitals,” she rolled her eyes, but grabbed the car keys and followed them out the door.
Arthur was nowhere near as apprehensive of cars as he used to be, but he still looked nervous as he slid into the backseat.
The death of a human had never hit him so hard as it did now. He couldn’t explain what he had come to feel for this girl, only that he needed to be beside her, and that he needed to protect her from the reaper.
The drive to the hospital took forever, it felt l ike in a car, and he wondered how long it would have taken if all they had was a horse drawn cart. Gregory seemed to pick the furthest parking space he could from the front entrance, and by the time they reached the doors, over half an hour had passed.
“How do we find her?” Arthur asked, overwhelmed by the rooms and hallways that seemed to go on forever.
“That part is easy,” Rosa strolled to the front desk in such a way that the security guard actually stood up from his post, and looked her right in the eye, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. Arthur turned to Gregory.
“Don’t you mind?”
“Don’t I mind what?” his brother asked, confused.
“ That men … look at her that way.”
Gregory shook his head.
“If I killed every man who looked at Rosa that way, the human race would cease to exist. She does not belong to me, Arthur, she is of her own free will. I find it a blessing that she is by my side when she is.”
“How can it be that way?” Arthur was aghast. “I would …”
“ Because you and I believe different things,” Gregory said, with a smile. “And the benefit to this modern age is that neither of us can be persecuted for them. We can all believe something different, and operate until those values.”
“She’s in ICU,” Rosa returned. “Come on, I think it’s this way.”
The hospital was decorated for Christmas, with strings of lights everywhere and vendors set up in the main hallway, long ro ws of tables selling various wares. There was a familiar song playing that Arthur had heard many times this season, but couldn’t place it. In his day, there were once only a few songs and dances that everyone knew and could participate in. But now, it seemed there were millions and it was overwhelming. Annalise had over a thousand songs on the computer, and it baffled him.
They took the elevator to the 6 th floor, and he could tell the mood on it was much different. There was only the sound of beeping monitors, and hushed voices, tiptoeing around. In the far corner, he could hear someone crying.
Rosa strolled to the desk, this time commanding the attention of a female nurse, who sent the doctor right over to them.
“You’re here for Annalise?” he asked, looking to Arthur, impossibly young to be a doctor.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Right,” the young doctor said. “We’ve got her stabilized now, although she came in with heart failure. It appears her leukemia has progressed to Stage 4 faster than expected. It depends how you want to proceed,” he spoke slowly, allowing the impact of the words to hit them. “We could try another round of chemo, if you wanted. She’s pretty weak right now, and I’m seeing organ failure when I shouldn’t be.”
“What are the chances?” Gregory asked, stone faced, “of it working?”
“A 4 th round? Well, there’s always hope.” The doctor looked down at his chart.
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