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Render me Helpless Part 2 |
| Written by Laura | |
| Wednesday, 20 February 2008 | |
“I think we should get a second opinion.” Marcy’s mother said. “Yeah, I agree with that. I would like to have it checked-out by my normal doctor, Dr. Veal.” “Dr. Veal took her leave this morning to have her baby.” “Oh, I forgot that she was pregnant.” said Marcy. “By all means, if you would still like a second opinion I can recommend a few doctors. But I feel the need to tell you that is urgent that you act on this immediately so that the tumor has limited time to progress.” Marcy looked at her mother as to question what she should do. “I think we need some time alone.” “Yes, I’ll leave you to it.” Dr. Kern answered, leaving Marcy and her mother alone in dreary hospital room. The second doctor stood before them a minute more then Dr. Kern before he to left. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” Marcy finally said after moments of silence. “Marcy, I think you should have the operation.” “The doctor could be a dope, mother.” “Or he could be a medical miracle doctor giving you another chance at life!” Marcy’s mother said sounding a bit irritated. “Are you upset with me?” “No Marcy. I am upset with this situation.” Marcy sat before her mother silently. Her mother could see the tear in her insides, she knew this would be the hardest decision she could make. Marcy was just not strong enough to make this decision on her own and given that option she wouldn’t. “You are going to have this operation.” “But—what happens if I don’t come out of it? Mother, I could die.” “Or you could live and move on with your life.” “You are too optimistic, mother.” “I have faith and hunger pains, I am going to get us some food.” “You are leaving me alone!” “Marcy, there are nurses all around here. You are on the best floor of the hospital and I will be back soon.” “Fine, just leave. ”Marcy’s mother looked at her in shock, but just shook her head and walked out the door. Once through the door, she shut it and slouched against it. “Just a little longer.” She told herself. “Just a little longer.” About a half hour later, Marcy’s mother came back holding to boxes full of chips and sandwiches from the local café.“I know how you are about getting that “disgusting” mayo on your turkey soo---," she stopped mid-sentence. “Marcy—,” she ran over to the bed, dropping the boxes to the floor.“Marcy—honey--, wake up.” She placed her fingers to her lips that were turned a blue- purplish color. “Oh God--.” She ran to the door. “Some one help please!” Nurses came running from their stations and into the room. “Let’s move people.” One of the nurses said. “Get Dr. Kern.” “He’s out to lunch.” cried one of the nurses. “I don’t care. Page him.” claimed the head nurse. Ten minutes later, Dr. Kern was dressing for surgery while Marcy was being prepped. “Please let her be ok.” cried Marcy’s mother. “She will be.” said a man sitting across from her in the waiting room. “Excuse me.” “She’ll be just fine.” “How can you be so sure?” questioned Marcy’s mother. “Faith.” He said simply. Marcy’s mother smiled because somewhere in all the process she had forgotten about the faith she tried to impress onto Marcy. “Yes.” said Marcy’s mother. “Faith.” Marcy woke up and looked around, her room was no longer big and full of luxurious things like before, it was replaced with a single air unit and some magazines.She looked around expecting her mother to be in the chair beside her bed but no one was there. No flowers were placed from wall to wall, no chocolates and no balloons. “What’s going on?” she questioned. “What do you mean?” said a nurse from the corner of the room. “Where is all my stuff and my mother?” “What are you talking about, Marcy?” “My mother, where is she?” “Honey, your mother has been dead for years and what stuff are you talking about?” “My balloons and flowers.” The nurse looked at her strangely. “Honey, you just went through surgery, it’s natural to feel a little out of it.” “But—“ “You need your rest. Here this will help.” She pulled a syringe from her pocket and applied it to the I.V. bag. “I don’t want to sleep. I want my mother!” “You don’t need her; you don’t need anybody, Marcy.” “You can’t talk to me like that; I am Marcy Jenkins, goddess of Hollywood.” “You have got to be kidding me. I’ve never heard of Marcy Jenkins and your name is Marcy Underwood. They said you would be a tough one to crack.” “They?” “Yeah, the doctors who requested that you be put in here.” “In where?” “This mental institution.” “What?” Marcy said, trying to move from her bed but soon realizing she was tied down. “Calm down we go through this everyday, Marcy. “How long have I been here?” “Five years.” “Five years?” “Yes, you ask everyday and I given you the same answer.” “This cannot be so. I can’t be in a mental institution. What about Jesse?” “Jesse?”“Yes and my mother.” “Your mother I have told you about and I do not know of a Jesse.” “I have to go now but I will be back in a little while to check up on you.” Marcy watched as the nurse walked out the door and locked it behind her. “This is insane; I have to get out of,--.” She started to say but her eyes became too heavy and soon she passed out. To be continued… Copyright 2008 Laura |
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