terrible things

[jasey marie simmons]

beep...................beep.....................beep.................beep............ Suddenly Jasey was aware. Aware that she could here, aware that she was breathing. Aware that she couldn't seem to open her eyes or move. Well fuck. she thought as she laid there, eyes closed and unmoving. She felt like she had been hit by a truck. One of those really big, heavy eighteen wheelers or something. Jasey tried to think about what had happened. She could tell that she was in the hospital. It smelled like a hospital, it sounded like a hospital. She willed herself to speak, but it was as if she had forgotton how to speak.

Struggling to remember why she was in the hospital in the first place, she tried to think back to the last thing she remembered... She had been on bed rest. Jasey could remember cuddling on the couch with Micah and begging to get out of the house and go somewhere. What had happened after that? Starbucks!! She could remember going to Starbucks with Micah, and they had been looking at houses...then they had fought. She could have kicked herself for being so moody and irritatable over everything. Granted, he hadn't been very supportive when she had mentioned that she was thinking about leaving Enamour so their son could have consitancy in his life. That had started quite the fight, which snowballed into other things and had resulted in him running off.

Suddenly, everything came rushing back to her. she could her her heart beat increasing on the machine. beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep... The passing out, coming to and having the intense labor pains, knowing something was wrong. Her water breaking, frantically calling 911, Micah running down the street, the ambulance ride, the blood, then nothingness. What had happened? Why was she even still alive?! She had told Micah if anything happened Charlie was to be saved first! Was Charlie okay? That worried her even more. beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep. She could feel tears free falling down her face, and she could feel her heart breaking as she thought about how she had no clue what had happened. Putting her mind completely to it, she decided she was going to find out. concentrating hard, she could feel herself move a finger.... next it was her hand..... then her arm, reaching over to pull at the cords so she could get up.

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[michael trace alexandria]

The sound of the heart moniter blared in Micah's  ears. Everything went from bad to worse in a split second. At one moment he was holding Jasey's hand and coaching her to push and breathe and the next moment blood was staining white sheets red. His heart stopped at the site of the blood. He felt like he might throw up. Everything was in slow motion as the tight grip Jasey had on him went slack. A male nurse saw him and tried to take him out of the room. No! Let me stay! He fought but another male nurse grabbed him and pulled him out of the room and led him to a hallway. 

"She's hemorroging. At this point we can work to stop the bleeding or do an emergency c section and save the baby. Sir we need a decision now or we'll lose them both."

Micah's next words broke his heart into a million pieces but he said them without a moments hesitation. "Charlie . . . Save the baby. The nurse was gone in a flash, leaving Micah to crumple to his knees onto the ground. His forehead touched the ground and he cried. His Jasey was going to die. He wished he had fought with her less and let her know how much he loved and adored her more. She was gone away . . . About thirty minutes later, a grim faced nurse, female this time, walked up to him. For a moment Michael's heart stopped beating. Had he lost them both? 

Your son is in the NICU. You may see him. You'll have to be desterilized and touch him through sterilized means.

Micah followed her with the slump of a broken man. He watched Charlie, smiling sadly. He inserted his hands in the glove things amd touched Charlie as gently as he could. He stayed with Charlie until his hour was up, where they told him Jasey was alive bu in a coma of some sort. He stayed in her room, only half leaving to use the bathroom that was in her room. He didnt even go see Charlie. His dads were here, and stayed with Charlie in his room when they visited.Two days went by like that when she finally awoke. Joyous relief spread through him. "Jasey!" he cried. "Baby, heres some water I bet you're thirsty" He held a water with a straw up to her lips.

[jasey marie simmons]

Her eyes weren't open yet, but she could hear Micah talking to him. It almost made her want to laugh, if the tears weren't still silently streaming down her face. He would offer her a drink first off. She shook her head as her hand continued to move over towards the cords, following them up until she found the tape that secured them to her right arm. Her fingers quickly worked at the tape. After she had successfully moved that out of the way, she went to yank, but suddenly found herself stopped by a pair of hands. She didn't even have to look to know whose hands those were, but it made her want to open her eyes to see him anyway. She attempted for what felt like several minutes before she finally creaked her left eye open, followed by her right. Micah. Her Micah.

She attempted to sit up so she could see him better, but she barely moved an inch before her body fell back against the bed, leaving her to groan in pain. Her whole body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and the lower half of her body felt like she was being stabbed repeatly. She squeezed her eyes shut again, trying to pass through the pain. When it eased a little, she looked over at Micah and attempted her best smile, though she was uncertain if it was even a smile on her face or not. "Char....lie... where...'s....char...lie..."

[/color] she managed to get out. It hurt to talk, she could tell at some point she had had a breathing tube shoved down her throat.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[michael trace alexandria]

”Charlie is in the NICU baby. He’s just fine. . . I picked him Jasey . . . They asked me who to save and I picked Charlie . . .” Micah then burst into sorrowful tears and buried his face in his hands , crying hard. He stopped after a moment though. He needed to be strong for Jasey. Hell he needed to be strong for both of them. Charlie and Jasey. They were a family. Micah was so caught up in the fact that Jasey was awake and talking that he forgot to call the nurse so they could take the breathing tube out from her throat. Micah buzzed the nurse and the nurse came in and removed the tube, doted on Jasey, and then left. ”Sorry I almost forgot the tube babe.” Micah stroked her hair lovingly. He decided from now on, he would never lose his temper with her again. She was way too important to him. He hadn’t realized how easily it could be to lose her before. He always decided from then on he was going to wear protection and she was going to need to be on the pill or something, because this just couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t ever lose her. Call him selfish but he just couldn’t live through that again.

”Just take it easy okay baby? That way we can get you rested up and you can see Charlie . . . He’s beautiful Jasey; Just perfect. He’s really small though. They say in a month we’ll probably get to take him home . . . we’ll be a family . . . well we are a family now . . . but we’ll be together, in just a month. They want to keep you here, that way you can rest up easier. But that’s up to you. You can come if you want to. Dad and Pops are with Charlie right now. They love watching him. I have pictures-“ Micah pulled out his iphone but then stopped. ”Unless you want to see him in person the first time. It’s up to you babe.” He watched her fixedly.

[jasey marie simmons]

Jasey watched with big eyes as Micah talked about Charlie being in NICU and how he picked him, then watched as Micah burst into tears. Why was he crying? Surely he didn't think she would be upset with him! That's exactly what Jasey wanted him to do. Charlie was far more important than she was, in her opinion, and she loved Micah even more (if it were possible) for going through with her wishes. A slow, shaking hand made its way over to pat his head, trying to let him know that he shouldnt cry. It hurt to talk with the tube down her throat, so she wasn't even going to attempt it. In stead, when he stopped crying and looked up, she pointed to her eye, then her heart, then towards him, trying to convey that she loved him.

Soon the nurses were in, fluttering about her, taking blood work, making her do motions to prove that she was able to take the breathing tube out. It was all just a little frustrating to the girl. She just wanted to be able to talk, able to go see her son. The nurse quickly shot that down though, as she was trying to give her something uplifting, by telling her that she could see her son in a few days if she fought hard to get better. Well damn it, she wanted to see him NOW. She carried him for seven months, had that bond with him! Now she was going to be the last to see him? She gave Micah a look that let her know she was frustrated with that as the nurse walked out.

Giving a shrug, she smiled at him as he stroked her hair. She attempted to say that she loved him, but it came out in a series of coughs and shook her whole body. Damn that tube had nasty after effects! As she coughed, she pointed towards the water cup and drank from it immediately after it was handed to her. She sat back again with a slight sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. She was tired, really tired but she wasn't going to sleep. Not for a while anyway, she just wanted to be with Micah, and wanted to hold Charlie. What she wanted most of all was to understand why this had to happen to them.

She opened her eyes as Micah started to talk abuot her taking it easy and resting so she could see Charlie, then continuing to go on about how perfect, though small he was. This made her heart hurt, she just wanted to see him! She also wanted to know why he was born so early. Had she done something wrong? Was it her fault Micah almost lost them both? It certainly felt like it to her. "Let me see."

[/color] she said softly, reaching for his phone. She just wanted to see her baby, no matter how she had to do it. She flipped through the pictures he had on his phone, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at each one. He looked so tiny... so weak... but perfect at the same time. Even with all the cords coming from him. Soon the soft tears turned into her sobbing as she gave him his phone back. "How much do you hate me?"[/color] she asked as she sob. How could he not? It was her fault their son was in such a fragile state.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]