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vigorliA Life Know
Chapter 5
Warning: Angst. Kind of character death(minor)
Beta: No
Disclaimer Not true totally a work of fiction.
A/N This was a skipped chapter I posted chapter 6 instead of 5 so if you want to know what you missed here you go. Sorry for the confusion but I guess I am confused. But its very good.
Viggo leaned against the wall outside his wife’s room for several minutes before gathering the courage to go back in. He didn’t know how he was going to do this. How could he say goodbye? Would she understand, would she feel pain? He closed his eyes as the hot tears streamed down his already stained cheeks. Why? He asked himself. Why her? Why now? He knew there would be no answers. At least there would be none that he would accept as answers.
He took a deep breath and slowly pulled back the cubicle curtain and walked inside. He immediately noticed the still hissing of the respirator, once more the same steady beeping of the heart monitor. Christine still lay in the same position as when he left. The nurses were working quietly around her as he sat down at her bedside. He took her hand and frowned, he noticed how cold it still was. He rubbed her hands between his fingers trying to warm her hand. After a few minutes he interlocked there fingers together. Kissing them gently with his tear stained lips.
“We’ll be outside if you need us Mr. Mortensen,” the one nurse informed him as she walked out of the room pulling the curtain as she did.
“Thank you,” he said softly. And watched as they left the room until it was only he and Christine.
He took a deep breath. “Hey babe,” he said softly. It’s me.” What would he say to her? How can you say goodbye when the person looked like they are still alive and just sleeping? He could see the rise and fall of her chest as the respirator helped her breathe.
“I just wanted to tell you how much I love you Christine,” he continued. He stopped and held back a sob that threatened to stop his speech. He had to tell her before they took her away. Forever.
”You are the best thing that ever happened to me…. you helped make me into the man I am today.” His breath hitched. “Oh my God Christine,” He felt like he was going to be sick.
He lay his head down on their joined hands. “ I love you so much,” he whispered. “You and our baby.”
His shoulders shook while he cried, his back ached from all the stress and his head pounded worse than before, sharp, stinging pains shot through his head and behind his reddened bloodshot eyes.
“The doctor says I need to say goodbye to you honey,” he continued after a few more minutes. “I didn’t want to…but he said it would be best.. he said it would be what you wanted” His heart ached at doing this. This was the hardest thing he had ever done.
He couldn’t do this. The he remembered the doctor’s words “ She is brain dead…there’s a very ill young man upstairs…”
“The doctor says that you’re going to help a young man live honey,” he told her. “And others. I know this is what you would have wanted. But it’s still so hard for me to let you go. So very hard.” He whispered.
Viggo stood slowly and stared at the wall, his arms wrapped around his chest as if they were holding him together. He wanted to scream, he wanted to hit something, he wanted to curl up and die. “Its not fair baby,” he said aloud. Its just not fair!”
He turned and looked at her again. She was so still and so helpless looking. He knew enough about brain damage. He would not want his wife to live like that. He knew she wouldn’t want to live like that. They had not even talked about donor donation. It was just something they always asked when they had to get their car license renewed. Oh sure he had always replied.
“Mr. Mortensen,” the young voice spoke at the door. “They will be here in a few minutes to take your wife to the O.R.” she said quietly.
Viggo nodded his head. “Thank you,” he replied his voice hoarse.
“I’m so sorry sir,” she said and turned and left him standing there with hardly anytime to say anything more.
He sat back down and took her hand in his again and brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. “I love you Christine, and I will never, never forget about you, or our love, or our baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Never! You can’t count on it.”
The doors opened and two young men came in followed by Dr. Crowe.
“Viggo, its time, we need to go to the O.R., I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
Viggo numbly nodded his head and moved out of the way for them to take the stretcher. Letting go of the cold hand as he moved back. He watched as they maneuvered the stretcher along with all the life supporting equipment move out the door. He watched as his life left the room, he watched as they took her down the long cold hallway to be taken to the O.R. to have her organs removed and given to others so they might live. He watched until he could no longer see her, and then he sunk to the floor, all strength gone as he wept openly as he had never done before in his life. He stayed in the room until they finally came and asked if they could call someone to take him home.
“No,” he whispered after a few moments of silence. “There is no one now.” He got up and walked down the hospital corridor. His mind was numb to things around him. He walked past the family room, but he didn’t notice two women sitting close together, holding hands, talking and crying. He kept walking, walking out into the cold rainy night. All alone. So very much…alone.
Tbc….
Chapter 5
Warning: Angst. Kind of character death(minor)
Beta: No
Disclaimer Not true totally a work of fiction.
A/N This was a skipped chapter I posted chapter 6 instead of 5 so if you want to know what you missed here you go. Sorry for the confusion but I guess I am confused. But its very good.
Viggo leaned against the wall outside his wife’s room for several minutes before gathering the courage to go back in. He didn’t know how he was going to do this. How could he say goodbye? Would she understand, would she feel pain? He closed his eyes as the hot tears streamed down his already stained cheeks. Why? He asked himself. Why her? Why now? He knew there would be no answers. At least there would be none that he would accept as answers.
He took a deep breath and slowly pulled back the cubicle curtain and walked inside. He immediately noticed the still hissing of the respirator, once more the same steady beeping of the heart monitor. Christine still lay in the same position as when he left. The nurses were working quietly around her as he sat down at her bedside. He took her hand and frowned, he noticed how cold it still was. He rubbed her hands between his fingers trying to warm her hand. After a few minutes he interlocked there fingers together. Kissing them gently with his tear stained lips.
“We’ll be outside if you need us Mr. Mortensen,” the one nurse informed him as she walked out of the room pulling the curtain as she did.
“Thank you,” he said softly. And watched as they left the room until it was only he and Christine.
He took a deep breath. “Hey babe,” he said softly. It’s me.” What would he say to her? How can you say goodbye when the person looked like they are still alive and just sleeping? He could see the rise and fall of her chest as the respirator helped her breathe.
“I just wanted to tell you how much I love you Christine,” he continued. He stopped and held back a sob that threatened to stop his speech. He had to tell her before they took her away. Forever.
”You are the best thing that ever happened to me…. you helped make me into the man I am today.” His breath hitched. “Oh my God Christine,” He felt like he was going to be sick.
He lay his head down on their joined hands. “ I love you so much,” he whispered. “You and our baby.”
His shoulders shook while he cried, his back ached from all the stress and his head pounded worse than before, sharp, stinging pains shot through his head and behind his reddened bloodshot eyes.
“The doctor says I need to say goodbye to you honey,” he continued after a few more minutes. “I didn’t want to…but he said it would be best.. he said it would be what you wanted” His heart ached at doing this. This was the hardest thing he had ever done.
He couldn’t do this. The he remembered the doctor’s words “ She is brain dead…there’s a very ill young man upstairs…”
“The doctor says that you’re going to help a young man live honey,” he told her. “And others. I know this is what you would have wanted. But it’s still so hard for me to let you go. So very hard.” He whispered.
Viggo stood slowly and stared at the wall, his arms wrapped around his chest as if they were holding him together. He wanted to scream, he wanted to hit something, he wanted to curl up and die. “Its not fair baby,” he said aloud. Its just not fair!”
He turned and looked at her again. She was so still and so helpless looking. He knew enough about brain damage. He would not want his wife to live like that. He knew she wouldn’t want to live like that. They had not even talked about donor donation. It was just something they always asked when they had to get their car license renewed. Oh sure he had always replied.
“Mr. Mortensen,” the young voice spoke at the door. “They will be here in a few minutes to take your wife to the O.R.” she said quietly.
Viggo nodded his head. “Thank you,” he replied his voice hoarse.
“I’m so sorry sir,” she said and turned and left him standing there with hardly anytime to say anything more.
He sat back down and took her hand in his again and brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. “I love you Christine, and I will never, never forget about you, or our love, or our baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Never! You can’t count on it.”
The doors opened and two young men came in followed by Dr. Crowe.
“Viggo, its time, we need to go to the O.R., I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
Viggo numbly nodded his head and moved out of the way for them to take the stretcher. Letting go of the cold hand as he moved back. He watched as they maneuvered the stretcher along with all the life supporting equipment move out the door. He watched as his life left the room, he watched as they took her down the long cold hallway to be taken to the O.R. to have her organs removed and given to others so they might live. He watched until he could no longer see her, and then he sunk to the floor, all strength gone as he wept openly as he had never done before in his life. He stayed in the room until they finally came and asked if they could call someone to take him home.
“No,” he whispered after a few moments of silence. “There is no one now.” He got up and walked down the hospital corridor. His mind was numb to things around him. He walked past the family room, but he didn’t notice two women sitting close together, holding hands, talking and crying. He kept walking, walking out into the cold rainy night. All alone. So very much…alone.
Tbc….
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Date: 2006-06-09 03:04 pm (UTC)Very, very moving at the end though . . . but hopefully he won't be "so very much alone" for very long?
Thanks for bringing us completely up to date!
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Date: 2006-06-09 03:21 pm (UTC)