Waiting In Silence
~~Okay I know that most of you are confused and have no idea what the hell is going on with Laura but that will be explained in depth in the next chapter so be patient and please enjoy this chappie!!:)~~

As Mike entered the school, the principal, Mr. Miller (the same jackass that he had tried to get fired but hadn’t gotten around to it) was waiting for him at the front entrance.
“ I know you must be busy but we tried to get a hold of her mother and she wasn’t available.” He explained shakily.
Well the only reason why you tried to get a hold of her was because you’re scared of me you asshole.
Mike gave him a concerned glare, watching his gray eyes darken. “ What happened?”
“ Actually sir, it’s still happening.” He admitted.
Mike lowered his head and deepened his glare. “ STILL happening? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“ Follow me.” Miller sighed as he directed him down the hall towards the classroom.
Mike’s apprehension grew as he heard echoing screams and sobs coming from down the hall.
“ We tried to calm her down but she won’t let anyone near her. We called the nurse but she has no idea what is happening and when one of our teachers tried to bring her to the nurse’s station, she bit him.” He explained.
“ You let some guy touch my daughter?” Mike demanded angrily.
“ Sir you have to understand that she is uncooperative and highly agitated and not to mention frightened.”
“ And so approaching her was the best solution…you people are real pieces of work.” He muttered under his breath.
Soon, they approached the classroom and Mr. Miller unlocked the door and opened it for Mike, allowing him space to come inside. The first thing he noticed were the students, staring fearfully towards the front of the class and no one was saying a word.
The next thing he noticed was five teachers and a nurse huddled around Laura who was screaming and crying on the floor. “ GET AWAY FROM ME!” Laura screamed through her fitful sobs.
Mike lowered his eyes as none of the teachers moved as if they were ignoring the poor girl on the floor. “ HELP ME! HELP…PLEASE!” she screamed at the top of her lungs while squirming around the floor, attempting to crawl away from the teachers.
Mike pushed through them and sighed uneasily. “ Everyone get the fuck away from her!” he ordered.
With fear and agitation, the teachers moved away from the young girl and rested near the desk at the side of the room while the students continued to watch in horror.
Mike bent down near Laura and brushed his hand near her back but was almost knocked over when she pushed him away with shaky hands. “ FUCK OFF!”
“ Laura, its me…calm down.” He stated nervously.
“ I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” she cried out desperately.
Mike swallowed hard, trying to make sense of what she was telling him. She couldn’t see? How could she not see? “ Laura, calm down…I’m trying to help you.”
“ WHERE AM I…PLEASE HELP!”
Mike winced as she began to scream so loud, everyone jumped with a start. She was obviously confused and probably a little delirious. When Mike tried again to put his hand on her back, she pulled away sharply and scratched his arm.
Mike sighed painfully as she continued to roll around the floor, screaming the same things over and over again, about how she couldn’t see and she didn’t know where she was all along crying for someone to help her yet she wouldn’t let anyone near her. “ Laura, I’m trying to help you.”
“ Get away…please…I need help…” she sobbed.
And yet again, she wasn’t making any sense…contradicting her own words. “ Okay, no one’s touching you…just breathe sweetie…calm down.” He explained softly.
Slowly, the screaming began to wind down and was replaced with heavy heartfelt sobs into the floor. “ Where am I…” she wept.
Mike carefully and cautiously put his hand on her back and felt her lungs heaving uncontrollably with panic. “ Go away…”
“ Laura, it’s me…Mike…” he stated gently.
With that, she instantly calmed and grabbed his lap, attempting to get closer to him…to the one person she trusted. “ I can’t see…”
“ I know, just relax…everything’s okay.” He whispered and pulled her closer. The entire class watched as Laura sobbed into her father’s lap, gripping his leg for dear life. He stroked her hair softly and listened to her cries of desperation.
“ Where am I, I can’t see…please help…”
“ Shh, it’s okay…”
“ Please…” she whimpered.
And then of course Mike began thinking about something he really shouldn’t have been thinking about right there. Twenty five students…all watching their classmate…crying into the lap of the Linkin Park Emcee. Oh great.
“ Should we call 911?” The nurse asked.
Mike looked up and shook his head. “ No, she’s fine…she’s just been sick lately, I’m sorry…” he apologized quietly while trying to comfort his daughter at the same time. With a few nods from the teachers, he looked down and grabbed Laura into his arms and stood up.
He looked into the crowd of fourteen year olds, all staring at him in disbelief. He cleared his throat as Laura sniffled into his shirt. “ Uh...hi…you never saw me…” he muttered nervously as each student eyed him with interest.
With that, he turned towards the door and rushed out into the hall, carrying his daughter all the way to his truck. Laura gripped his shirt tightly as he attempted to lower her onto the seat. “ Its okay…you’re safe.” He explained softly.
Slowly, she let go of him and laid back against the warm leather, glancing around quickly with blurred vision. When Mike let go of her hand, she immediately began to panic. “ D-don’t leave me…”
“ I’m not, it’s okay…I’m going to get into the other side of the truck okay?” he asked.
She gave a reluctant nod and he closed the door, walking quickly to the other side of the truck and hopped in. He decided to let her adjust to her surroundings before he started the vehicle.
He watched her intently, noticing a heavy stream of tears trailing down her pink cheeks. She looked very weary and totally out of it…probably not even aware of the world around her. “ Laura, do you know where you are?” he asked quietly.
She sniffed and glanced around frantically, feeling her lips twitching with the coming tears. “ No…” she cried.
“ Do you know who YOU are?” he asked softly.
She gave a short cough and leaned her head back against the neck rest, nodding quickly. “ Okay, that’s good…do you know who I am?”
She stared at the blurry dashboard in front of her and her face contorted with confusion and tears. He watched her shake her head hesitantly, briefly trying to remember who he was, but somehow couldn’t find his image in her brain. He pulled her towards him and she cried into his chest, extremely shaken by these events.
Why couldn’t she remember who he was? His voice just seemed so familiar…and so warm. She knew she trusted him but she had no idea why. “ Its okay Laura…it’s not your fault.” He whispered.
“ I’m scared…”
“ I know but I’m going to take you home okay?” She gave a slow nod and sniffed into his shirt, then carefully lay back against her seat.
Mike pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Anna’s number, hopefully trying to catch her after her meeting.
A click…success.
“ Hello?”
“ Hey Anna, its Mike.”
“ Oh hey, what’s up?”
“ Uh, not much…actually I wanted to know if you were on your way home.”
“ I’m home now…the meeting ended early…are you coming back from the studio?”
Mike sighed uneasily and glanced at Laura who was still crying…but very softly. “ I’m actually not at the studio, I’m at the school.”
“ Oh God, what happened?” her voice sounded nervous already and she didn’t even know what happened.
“ Laura had a little incident.”
“ What do you mean, ‘incident’?” she demanded.
“ Well, apparently she just started freaking out in class and was screaming and crying. I got called down and when I arrived, she was screaming that she couldn’t see and she didn’t know where she was. Actually, she still doesn’t know where she is…and she doesn’t know who I am…but she knows who she is.” He explained calmly.
“ Oh the poor thing…and I told you not to let her go to school this morning.”
“ I know, I’m sorry…I’m bringing her home now.”
“ Alright, see you then.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As they walked through the front door, Anna rushed up to them but not before Mike stopped her. “ She’s scared, go a little easy on her.” He explained quietly.
“ Okay…” she whispered as he brought Laura over to the couch and sat her down. The two parents sat on either side of their daughter and eyed her intently as she struggled to look around the unfamiliar room.
“ W-where am I?” she asked quietly.
Anna sighed uneasily, instantly knowing that this was not a good sign. “ You’re at home…you’re safe here.” She explained calmly.
“ I-I can’t see…” she sniffed weakly.
Mike raised a brow and stared into her dark eyes which looked much unfocused at the moment. “ What do you mean you can’t see? Is everything dark?” he asked softly.
She shook her head a little and sighed shakily. “ B-blurry…”
He nodded a little and then glanced at Anna. “ Do you know who she is?”
Laura turned her eyes slightly towards the woman sitting beside her and blinked. After a short moment, she shook her head slowly and attempted to hide her rising panic.
“ And you still don’t know who I am?”
“ No.” she whined stressfully through tears.
“ Okay calm down…” Anna replied warmly.
“ I think I should take her upstairs, let her get some rest.” Mike whispered. Anna nodded with agreement and so Mike wrapped his arms around the frightened child, feeling her gripping his neck tightly as he picked her up. She didn’t make a sound as he carried her up the stairs because for some reason she undoubtedly trusted him.
Anna walked into the room behind them as Mike laid her down under the covers of the bed. She rested her head wearily on the pillow and stared up at her father as he sat down on the bed beside her. Anna frowned slightly, noticing something very odd within her daughter’s eyes.
“ Mike…what are those red dots?”
He frowned in thought and observed the small red splotches which were clearly evident within her eyes. “ Looks like petechiae.”
“ Which is?”
“ Small red dots in the white substance of the eye.” He muttered with an arched brow.
“ Okay but what does this mean?” Anna asked with more pressure.
“ Well usually it means that there have been popped blood vessels in the eyes…sometimes this can occur when someone is strangled or when there’s too much pressure build up behind the eye.” He explained slowly.
“ You think she was strangled?”
“ No, I think there is pressure in her head and its popping blood vessels in her eyes.”
“ Why?” she asked with confusion.
“ I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.”
“ Pretty damn close based on that little explanation.” She muttered back.
Mike sighed inwardly and stroked his daughter’s cheek. “ I just wish she’d let us take her to the hospital.”
“ Yeah she’s just as stubborn as you…anyway, I have to get back to the office…I only dropped by to pick up some papers. Stay with her?” Anna asked as she walked towards the door.
“ No, I thought that maybe I’d go clubbing with the guys.” He muttered sarcastically.
“ Sorry it was a stupid question. I’ll see you later tonight.”
“ Okay, bye.” He sighed, watching her disappear into the hall and down the stairs. Night came quickly as Mike relaxed his body into a nearby chair by the window, still keeping a constant watch on his daughter.
She had slept through most of the afternoon and evening, turning briefly to one side so that she was more comfortable. Mike rubbed his eyes wearily and slumped down further into the chair and attempted to remain awake for as long as possible. This sickness wasn’t only wearing her out, it was wearing him out as well.
“ Dad?”
Mike opened his eyes with a start, realizing that he had fallen asleep. He sat up quickly to see his daughter staring at him with calm eyes. “ You remember me?” he asked.
She raised a brow and blinked slowly. “ No, I thought I’d just call you dad for kicks…you know, to see if you’d respond.”
Good, she has her sarcasm back.
“ Do you remember what happened at school?” he asked quietly.
“ I remember...sitting at my desk…then everything went blurry and the next thing I knew I was on the floor crying…” she explained in thought.
“ Well you had quite the afternoon. You didn’t remember where you were or who anyone was…” he muttered weakly.
“ Did you freak out my class?”
“ I think you handled that all on your own.” He replied quickly.
She frowned and gave a heavy sigh. “ No, I meant by you being there. It’s not everyday someone from Linkin Park shows up and tries to calm down a screaming girl.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair, thinking about all their shocked little faces. “ Yeah well who can blame them for being freaked out? I’m a huge rock star.” He smiled.
“ You rap…that’s not a rock star.”
“ I play guitar…and sometimes sing…it counts.” He muttered.
The room fell silent again as they both stared at each other. Laura sighed uneasily and ran her hand along the blankets nervously. “ Dad?”
“ Mhm.”
“ What’s wrong with me?” she asked lightly with a quiet tone.
He blinked slowly, letting her words absorb into his brain and for the first time in his life, he didn’t have an answer. “ I don’t know.”
“ Comforting…”
“ Well if you’d let me take you to the hospital then maybe we could find out.”
“ I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“ Well gee guess what? Daddy’s worried.” He warned.
“ Daddy is not bringing me to a fucking hospital where I will get poked and prodded with needles.” She warned back.
“ The world is full of scary things so grow up and get over it.” He muttered into his lap.
“ What scare’s you?” she asked.
He looked up slowly and stared into her dark weary eyes. “ What scares me is how sick you’ve become in a matter of four days. I’m also scared that there is something seriously wrong with you and if we don’t get you to a hospital, it might be too late.” He explained.
“ Love me that much huh?”
“ You have absolutely no idea how much I love you…and if you did have any idea, you’d let me take you to a hospital.”
“ Well then it’s a good thing I don’t know how much you love me because I’m NOT going.”
Mike lowered his eyes and shook his head. He knew she was making a very bad decision…but the question now became, does she know she’s making a bad decision? “ Get some sleep.” He stated quietly.
She watched his dark eyes curiously, noticing something she had never seen before. Was it disappointment? Could it have been anger? No, it was something deeper…something much darker.
It was fear.
It was fear only a father could have for his daughter when he knew that something wasn’t right…that something terrible was going to happen soon. As his black eyes sparkled under the moonlight, she began to feel his fear in her heart and she shivered.
She hated it when he gave her that look because for some reason she felt guilty that all this shit was happening to her.
Laura closed her eyes and could still feel Mike’s dark gaze, watching over her…waiting…waiting in silence.

~~OKAY SHE WILL END UP GOING TO THE HOSPITAL IN THE NEXT CHAPPIE SO READ ON TO FIND OUT EXACTLY WHY IT WAS SO SEVERE THIS TIME...anywhoosies, thankees for the reviews and stay tuned for more...:)~~
Hear Her Cry
~~WOW tis been a long time since i updated...so without further adieu...ENJOY!!:)~~

Once Anna had come home from work, she forced Mike to go get some sleep in his own room while she tended to the sleeping girl. Of course he went but with much reluctance, falling into an uneasy sleep filled with nightmares of his daughter dying and so many people staring at him with angry and sad faces. Deep down inside he thought that it was HIS fault that she was sick, even though there was no reason for this assumption.
As the early morning light began to creep its way across the window sill and throughout the dim room, he heard something muffled between the walls…something desperate, like a voice calling to him. He ignored it, figuring that it was probably Laura waking up with a massive upset stomach and knew that Anna would be there to take care of her.
“ Mike!”
He frowned, pushing his face into the pillow. Great, what does she need now? I’m trying to sleep…your fucking mom has control of the situation.
After a few more shouts of his name, he slowly began to realize that it was not his daughter at all and was in fact Anna who was trying desperately to wake him from the other room.
“ Michael!” she screamed.
Instinctively, he shot out of bed and sleepily walked down the hall with a quickened pace, entering the small guest bedroom. His heart literally stopped as he peered through the lowered spiked hair, poking at his eyes. Anna was standing in the corner of the room near the chair, staring at Mike in desperation, unable to look down at the little girl.
Laura stared up at her father with wide glassy eyes, full of red splotches. Her long black hair was literally soaked with sweat as well as her face and neck. Her shaky hands were grasping the blankets at the side of her body as she tried to make the intense pain go away.
The other thing he noticed was how much trouble she had breathing and each breath was a struggle for survival as she gasped and coughed. Her paling gray face was filled with deep dark veins running up her neck and around her face, ending at her hairline. Mike could do nothing but stare at this horrific image as his legs tensed making him unable to move.
What made this even more difficult to see was how skinny she had become over the past few days, making her ribs protrude through the skin and her eyes sink into the hollow eye sockets, causing the cheekbones to poke out in a sickly manner. She was literally turning into a skeleton.
“ Mike…what’s wrong with her? What do we do?” Anna demanded through fits of fright and sobs.
He blinked slowly and bent down beside the bed, grabbed his daughter’s wrist and checking for a pulse. It was weak and rapid…but at leased it was still there. Laura turned her head to the side slightly as a deep burping sound escaped her throat, causing a long line of vomit to ooze through her lips and down the side of her neck.
“ That’s it, we’re taking her to the hospital.” He muttered and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up.
“ But Mike-.”
“ –I don’t care if she’s too scared. I’m not going to let her die in this house.” He breathed, carrying her into the hallway.
“ Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Anna asked as they walked out towards the Escalade.
“ I’m not going to sit there and watch her throw up her stomach while I wait for an ambulance to fucking get here, now get into the fucking truck and hold her.” He growled, staring at her with intense and very fierce eyes.
“ But traffic-.”
“ –Isn’t going to matter, now get in.” he ordered.
Anna sighed uneasily and hopped into the backseat, taking Laura from his arms. He slammed the door and rushed into the driver’s side, starting the ignition. Anna stared down at her shaking daughter, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head…then the shaking increased into violent trembling. As the truck sped down the road, Anna looked up with fear.
“ Shit, Mike she’s having a seizure.”
He turned his head briefly to the backseat and lowered his eyes with worry as Anna held her head tightly.
“ This is exactly why we should have brought her to the hospital in the first place, but NO, you wanted to listen to her and keep her at home.” She muttered angrily.
“ ME? Excuse me but I was the one who let her go to school while YOU were the one who wanted her to stay home.” He argued back.
“ You gave into her Michael! SHE wanted to go to school against MY wishes. Jesus Christ, why do you always have to take her side? She’s SICK!”
“ I’m doing what I think is best for her!” he shouted.
Anna glared and gripped Laura tightly as she slowly stopped shaking. “ So I suppose what you’re doing right now is in her best interest.”
“ Yes it is…I’m bringing her to the hospital.” He replied angrily.
“ So in order for you to get off your fat ass and actually force her to go means she has to practically lose all lung capacity, weight and start having seizures, is that it?” she demanded as the engine began to blast against her voice.
“ Anna, we are NOT fighting about this now.” He warned.
“ No, we’re just going to fight about this tonight and then tomorrow morning and then the day after that and the day after that-.”
“ –Shut the fuck up!” he yelled.
Laura dug her face into her mother’s chest and began crying as the yelling and screaming finally stopped and silence once again overpowered the vehicle along with the revving engine.
“ Well I hope you’re happy Michael, she’s crying.” Anna muttered quietly after a while.
He glanced back through the rear view mirror and rubbed his head frantically, trying to get rid of the growing stress. Finally, they had arrived at the hospital and Mike parked the truck right outside the emergency doors. When he stepped outside, two doctors came rushing out with obvious frowns.
“ Sir, you can’t park here. This is for emergency vehicles only.” One of the doctors explained.
Mike glared at them and gripped the back door handle. “ Yeah…and this vehicle has an emergency situation inside of it.”
“ Sir, I have to insist that you park in the visitor zone and take whoever it is into the front-.” The doctor stopped short as Mike opened the door while blood flew out of the backseat and hit the doctor right in the chest.
The other doctor stared down at the shaking child with wide eyes as Anna cringed…her lap full of blood. It seems Laura had projectile vomited blood all over the place. Mike stared at the doctor and gave a small nod, glancing briefly at his shaking daughter.
“ So should I just bring her to the front or would the emergency room be a more adequate environment?” he asked lightly.
The doctor swallowed hard and hit the other doctor on the shoulder. “ Get this kid a gurney!”
“ Right.” He muttered and rushed back into the hospital.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For five hours, Laura was poked and prodded with needles, forced to undergo a CAT scan and many other painful and uncomfortable tests. Mike and Anna waited patiently in the room with her and watched as the IV in her arm pumped fluids throughout her body, hydrating her one again.
Finally, the doctor came into the room after making them wait three hours. He was holding a folder with Laura’s name written on it and as well as her test results. “ Good morning…or, afternoon rather.” He smiled and cleared his throat, rolling a stool towards the bed and sitting down.
Mike and Anna watched him intently as he opened the file and adjusted his glasses. Laura was barely aware of the world around her and would briefly open her eyes for a moment before she would close them again, falling into a dreamless sleep.
And so the doctor began by reading a few lines in the folder and glancing up at the two worried parents. “ Alright…I’m sorry for the long wait but tests take time.” He apologized softly.
“ That’s alright…just tell us what you found.” Mike muttered. The doctor gave a small nod and continued.
“ For the past few days…almost an entire week, your daughter has probably been feeling fatigued, weak, dizzy, lightheaded and queasy. She has also become quite confused and delirious while losing her vision, am I correct?”
“ Yes…y-yes…what does she have?” Anna demanded as patiently as she could.
He sat forward and eyed the two parents in thought with a grave expression on his face. “ It is in my understanding that the severity of a condition like this should be treated with the up most care and-.”
“ –W-would you just tell us?” Mike interrupted quietly.
The doctor sighed uneasily and closed the folder. “ Your daughter has a severe case of Vasculitis.”
Mike lowered his eyes and rubbed his forehead as Anna eyed the doctor with confusion.
“ V-Vasculitis…what is that?” she asked.
The doctor adjusted his glasses once again while watching her confused and terribly afraid eyes. “In laymen terms it is the inflammation of blood vessels. Inflammation is a condition in which tissue is damaged by blood cells entering the tissues. These are mostly white blood cells which circulate and serve as our major defense against infection. Ordinarily, white blood cells destroy bacteria and viruses. However, they can also damage normal tissue if they invade it.”
“ So what you’re saying is, her body is attacking itself?” Anna asked slowly.
“ More or less.”
“ How the HELL did she get this?” Mike demanded almost with an angry tone. The doctor sensed his fear and anxiety as he continued his explanation.
“ Well usually no one knows how or why this happens but believe it or not, it is not a rare disease. In most cases, people usually get a rash on the skin which is very treatable and has a 95% chance of being destroyed. But, unfortunately your daughter’s condition has not be confined to the skin but rather to the vital organs in her body, specifically the brain.” He explained carefully.
As Mike listened to all of this, all he could do was stare at his weak daughter, lying helplessly on the hospital bed with a tube stuck in her arm, pumping medication throughout her system.
“ My baby has inflamed blood vessels in her brain?” Anna asked shakily.
“ Mostly yes, but it is also in her organs as well…such as the lungs and liver. You see, when the blood vessels in the brain are inflamed, the brain swells, causing damage and ultimately shutting down the rest of the body. Now, brain damage has not been seen that often in patients with Vasculitis but it is not uncommon. It creates confusion, dementia, memory loss and even behavioral disturbances, all of which I’m assuming your daughter has had.”
Mike let out a heavy sigh and looked at Anna with worry, while holding his daughter’s lifeless hand. It was clear that this condition was quite severe and quite dangerous. He had known that something was wrong all along and maybe evading the hospital all this time was killing her.
“ So what’s the treatment?” he asked quietly.
The doctor glanced at the small girl and lowered his eyes, gripping the folder lightly. Both Mike and Anna knew that something was terribly wrong, just by the look on his face.
“ Please tell me there’s a treatment.” Mike muttered quietly in desperation.
“ I assure you there is. The treatment for Vasculitis usually consists of Prednisone and other types of creams but since the condition is isolated to the brain and organs, we will have to inject her with two drugs called Imuran and Cytoxan.”
“ So those will cure her, right?” Anna asked shakily.
The doctor blinked slowly and gave an inward sigh. Obviously this wasn’t the case. “ Your daughter’s Vasculitis is far more severe than anything we’ve ever seen. She’s having strokes and severe seizures as well as violently rapid weight loss and dementia. She is in the last stages of the disease and it isn’t long before her body will completely shut down due to severe swelling in the brain.”
He stopped as a few tears fell to Anna’s pink cheeks. This was all so much information to take in and it was extremely upsetting. Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulder and allowed her to rest her head on him.
“ So…she’s dying.” He muttered.
The doctor gave a small nod before standing up. “ I am terribly sorry for all of this. She is a good girl and shouldn’t have to suffer like this. We can make arrangements for you to take her home, manage her condition there if you’d like. After all, the hospital isn’t exactly the most welcoming environment.”
“ We can take her home?” Mike asked with surprise.
“ As long as she gets her medication-.”
“ –What’s the point? She’s dying anyway…the medication won’t help.” Anna interrupted suddenly with a pained expression on her face.
“ No, it won’t…but it will manage her symptoms and alleviate most of her pain.” The doctor explained softly.
“ I-Isn’t there anything else you can do? Isn’t there SOMETHING that might reduce the swelling in her brain o-or treat her organs?” She asked desperately with tears running down her face.
The doctor stared at her for a few moments in thought before replying. “ There are experimental procedures that may help in treating Vasculitis. They are called plasmapheresis, intravenous gammaglobulin, and cyclosporin, a medication used to prevent organ rejection in transplant patients. But without further testing, we can’t be sure if these drugs will help your daughter. She is already too far gone with this disease.”
“ You know what, just leave it alone…we’ll bring her home and we’ll take care of her…give her at least SOME comfort before she dies.” Anna sniffed quietly.
“ You sure?” Mike whispered.
She gave a small nod and rested her head on his shoulder once again before looking back up at the doctor.
“ Alright, I’ll have someone find the appropriate papers.” The doctor explained quietly before leaving the two parents alone in the room with their daughter.
Anna sat up and wiped her eyes, then stood up slowly. Mike eyed her with confusion and interest as she ran a hand through her dark hair. “ What are you doing?” he asked with a frown.
“ I-I have to leave…I have to get some fresh air…I can’t…I can’t look at her right now, it’s too hard.” She replied shakily and quickly left the room.
Mike sat by the bed and lowered his eyes with deep understanding. It’s hard for a parent to face the ultimate death of their child and Anna needed to grieve by herself in her own way. He sniffed a little and raised a brow as he felt a new pressure against his hand.
He looked down and watched as his daughter’s weak fingers gripped his hand tightly.
“ Dad…” she muttered sleepily.
“ I’m here.” He whispered and moved his chair closer to her.
She opened her eyes a little and squinted through the blinding white room. She noticed the sadness in her father’s eyes right away and her brow contorted into a deep frown.
“ What’s wrong?”
Her voice was so quiet and so innocent and it made him want to just burst into tears. How do you tell your child she’s dying?
“ Um…we had a little chat with the doctor about you.” He began shakily.
She stared at him with expectation as he tried to suppress the tears from welling within his dark eyes.
“ Am I okay?” she asked with a scratchy voice.
He looked down slightly and swallowed hard, trying so hard not to cry. Even pushing down the large lump in his throat was too much to handle.
“ Y-you’re very sick.” He managed while feeling slightly relieved that he didn’t breakdown and start crying right there.
Laura gripped his hand tighter, feeling his compassionate warmth against her cold skin. Then she asked the most chilling and eerie question a sick child could ever ask and it nearly brought Mike over the edge.
“ Am I going to die?”
He stared into her dark eyes for a long moment, feeling his tears stinging his eyes and watching her face become a blur through the swelling of sadness.
“ You’re too sick to get better.”
Laura’s heart dropped as she searched his eyes for something more definitive…for a more direct answer but deep down inside she knew what he was saying and that he was in fact answering her question with a yes.
After a short while of just watching his eyes redden with tears, she blinked and felt a soft tear trailing down her own cheek, only to be gently wiped away by her father’s caring touch.
The silence throughout the small room was deafening.

Watch her go, watch her go, watch her go
She'll have to cut it away to save her life
And she knows, see she knows
It's like a fatal disease
You'll hear her cry, Oh
Take this
Make it something beautiful again
Make this
Make this heaven cause you're beautiful to them

Got you anyway
I'm gonna say that I've been taken over
No, let's go again
You tell me when
And I'll be taking over

And you know that I'll never (I will do it again)
Do it again (I'll take it away from you)
And I'll tell you I love you (I'll take it again)
(Just give me the chance, I'll take it again)
(I'll take it away from you)
Say it again

Got you anyway
I'm gonna say that I've been taken over
No, let's go again
You tell me when
And I'll be taking over

And time stands still
It's at a picture
(I think of every word you say)
And time moves on to the next one
(I think of every word you said)
With every word you said

Got you anyway
I'm gonna say that I've been taken over
No, let's go again
You tell me when
And I'll be taking over

{Song: Breathless}
{Artist: Acceptance}

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~~OH NOOOO SHE'S DYING!! IM GONNA LIKE BREAKDOWN AND CRY...wait, that's Mike's job in the next chapter...hehe....THANKEES FOR READING AND PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW ON YOUR WAY OUT!!...:)~~