Two Days Later
So a day ago we found out that something is wrong with Danny's heart. We've been waiting for the call, but haven't reseved it.
I look down at the phone as I sit in bed, waiting. Harry comes and lays down and stares at me.
"Looking won't make it ring." He rubs my arm.
"I know, but it helps."
I look at the clock, it's midnight, still no call. All of a sudden it rings. Harry grabs the phone and says "Hello."
I wait for him to end the call and start grilling him with questions.
"What'd they say? What's wrong? Will there be surgery? How long for recovery?"
"Slow down! He said that Danny has four holes in his heart." I lift my hands to my mouth. "He's scheduled for surgery tomorrow, as an emergency. Recovery will be up to five months."
"My poor baby." I whisper.
"They also said it's risky. He might die now or in a month."
I feel a tear escape my eye. I lean in onto Harry's chest and cry without a sound.
"Harry." I don't move. "Tomorrow's their birthday."
We wake up and get Danny ready. Darcy's tagging along for a celebration on th way.
"Happy Birthday, Buddy!" Harry says as he picks up Danny and puts him in his carseat.
"Darcy, behave!" I tell her as she squirms in her seat. She starts to cry, so I give her a binkie.
We sit in the front and look at eachother.
"Ready?" He asks me. I knod my head as I bite my lip.
"Here's how this is going to go." The doctor tells us."We'll stop his heart, perform surgery, and wake him up."
"Stop his heart?" I ask concerned.
"How will you get it going again?" Harry asks.
"An electric shock."
I bury my face in Harry's chest as he puts his arms around me.
"If there was another way we'd do it." He says. He looks down, waves to Darcy, and starts to walk away.
"Doctor, is Darcy ok?" Harry asks.
"Yes, she's very well."
We go sit down and Darcy plays with her toy microphone on the floor.
"Darcy, get on a seat." I tell her.
She picks up her toy and walks down the hallway. I get up and follow her.
"Darcy!" I call as she starts going faster. She turns around, smiles, and keeps going. I start to run after her and finally grab her arm. "You never disobey Mommy!" I pick her up and carry her back. She runs to Harry, who picks her up and puts her in a chair.
"Would you like this?" The nurse, somehow, has a highchair.
"Thanks, yes." Harry says as he picks her up and sets her in it, clasping the seatbelt.
"She's so sweet and quiet!"
"Thanks."Harry says. He doesn't trust anyone with Danny and Darcy.
"Harry," I say as the surgeon comes out.
"Good news, he's back, bad news, his heart is failing."
I start to tear up.
"H-How long." I mutter.
"A day...or less."
Harry looks shocked. Darcy looks at me, wondering.
"Darcy, play with your toy." I point to her toy, which she picks up and plays with.
"I'd like to spend the day alone with Danny." I say. "I mean, me, Harry, and Darcy."
The doctor knods and shows us to his room.
There he is, my birthday boy, laying in a hospital bed with tubes in him. I sit down next to him and Darcy sits in the highchair. Harry sits next to me, rubbing my arm for comfort. I look down at his gorgeous little face and think of what he'll never do. Never read, write, go to school, get married, have kids, grandkids even. Nothing. One year, one year. I start to cry.
I look at the clock, it's seven o'clock. Danny's little eyes close a little. I know what will happen when he sleeps. I try to keep him awake my playing with him, but my efforts are failing. His eyes go lower, lower, lower.....
The things around him start to beep, Darcy starts to get scared, I start to cry, and Harry tries to hold us all together, except for one. The one who's eyes have closed. The one who'll never run down the hallway, giggling as I tickle him after he's captured.
Gone in the blink of an eye.