15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

Start Time: 10:55 P.M.

         Samuel looked into his mother’s teary eyes. “Am I going to die?”

         Vivian fought back her sobs, but tears still streamed down her face as she looked at her six-year-old son in his hospital bed, his scalp bald from chemo, innumerable surgery scars marring his porcelain skin.

         She forced a smiled. “No, baby.”

         Sam’s eyes met with hers, his expression grave. “Will Daddy come before…”

         All at once, the long beeping noise and stream of doctors and nurses filled the small hospital room.

         Vivian watched on in horror, sobs frozen in her throat as the best that her government-issued medical insurance could provide fought to save her son’s life.

         “Mrs. Davidson, I’m sorry…”

         Vivian refused to refused to hear it; she just watched in silent sorrow as the team left the room, heads hung in sympathy.

         When Carl came in a moment later, Vivian fell to the ground, watching as he scooped their son’s limp body into his arms, his neatly-pressed military attire wrinkling as he fell to meet her, both falling into a fit of hysterics.

         He never got to say good-bye.

End Time: 11:11P.M.
Word Count: 183
Written On: June 14, 2007
Written For: "15 for 15 Contest --- Closed"   by Legerdemain
Author’s Note: This was a hard one for me to write; It was a struggle to get this out.