Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Jul 10, 2016 22:12:54 GMT -6
scared to death
'cause the doctor just told her the news. Between the red cells and white, something's not right but "We're gonna take care of you." Six chances in ten it wont come back again with the therapy we're gonna try. It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is.
I think we caught it in time.
I think we caught it in time.
Yvette paced the waiting room, her knuckles balled up so tight by her sides, arms wrapped around her torso, that they turned white as the bone pushed against the skin. She felt like everything moving simultaneously in slow motion and also too fast to even process. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, close to hyperventilating. The worst part of this was waiting. Waiting for the doctors. Waiting for news. Waiting for the penny to finally drop, because in the moments now where it was still up in the air, Yvette felt as if she were losing her mind. She couldn't even cry, not yet, feeling too strung out and wired to let the dam of tears break free. Also, she feared that if she began crying, the panic would seize her, swallow her whole into it's dark abyss, and she would never be able to stop. There was a craze to her eyes that kept people at a distance, her body language a clear demonstration that she wasn't interested in talking or conversing with anyone. as she paced back and forth so tense that it seemed like her body might break room the strain.
Cassidy had been sick for nearly a month now, and more than once Yvette had taken her daughter to the doctor, and even eventually to the ER. The called it the flu first, and then they called it bronchitis, and then they called it strep, and then mono after that. They gave it every name in the book, giving her medicines that were not effective and in the end, only seemed to make the child sicker. Every time Yvette came, they tried to brush off Yvette and tell her that it was nothing more than a minor illness that could be treated easily, despite Yvette's personal instincts telling her otherwise. She could smell it, the thing that was ailing her daughter, and it was no flu. It smelled like death, the stench clinging to Cassidy as every passing day more color drained from her face and the life was sucked out of the child. Yvette barely slept anymore, doing everything she was capable of in order to care for her, but nothing was helping.
On this night, while the rest of the family, consisting of Cora, Vincent, Frankie, and Kaycee, had chosen to give Yvette some space and go to the movies together, Yvette had returned from the bathroom to find Cassidy unconscious on the floor, her face a devastatingly bluish pale color. She'd let out a scream and scooped up the little girl, gently jostling the girl in order to wake her. Thankfully, Cassidy opened her eyes and murmured in response, but her gaze remained at half mast, and she was only barely responsive. Immediately, Yvette had rushed them to the hospital, driving dangerously fast and parking illegally next to the E.R. running inside and screaming for help loud enough that the doctors responded with haste, removing the child from Yvette's trembling arms and rushing her away. One of the doctor's stayed with Yvette, who had collapsed on the floor, hyperventilating and pleading with the woman to save her baby. Cassidy was her world... her little girl, and Yvette couldn't imagine world without her in it, she didn't want to. The doctor helped Yvette to the chairs in the waiting room, asking her dozens of questions and then leaving to go see Cassidy and help the situation there. Yvette was left alone to wait.
Eventually, a different doctor came in the room and called out Yvette's last name, and she rushed to him. "Miss Penderghast, the good nose is your daughter is stable, though she had to be intibated because there was swelling in her airways. She was having trouble breathing." Horrified, Yvette brought a hand to her mouth and a strangled, half cry escaped her lips, the haunting mental image of her daughter with a tube shoved down her throat slamming in her skull. "It looks like Cassidy has Disseminated Coccidioidomycosis, which was exasterbatted from the addition of a weak strain pf Parvovirus-" Yvette cut him off, stunned, saying, "No, wait. Parvo? You're saying my daughter has Parvo?!" Of all the dog jokes she had heard in her life, this one was sick. But the doctor nodded, "It's possible for humans to contract the virus, and is usually not deadly and doesn't require treatment. However, the coccidiomycosis- sorry, Valley fever- is very severe. We are taking Cassidy up to surgery now to remove the damaged parts of her lungs and liver, where it's most severe." Finally, tears slipped down Yvette's face. The tips of her fingers went dumb and her heart drummed in her chest. It all seemed so unreal. The doctor, face crumpling in sympathy for Yvette, still continued, a slight scolding tone in his voice, "Miss Penderghast, if you'd gotten her help sooner, this-"
His probable lecture was cut short as Yvette shoved him, knocking the man to the ground. He looked surprised, clearly not expecting her to be as strong as she was. "You people," she said, her voice trembling with the strength of her rage and heartbreak, "I took her to every doctor in the fucking city, and you all turned me away! ALL OF YOU BASTARDS TURNED ME AWAY! Don't you dare tell me... this isn't my fault, it's yours." And when he got up, she shoved him again, the doctor only barely managing to catch himself. And again she went after him, her eyes flashing a brilliant golden yellow, but another doctor stepped in between her and her target. The stench of vampire filled her senses, and she immediately recoiled from the woman in scrubs, fangs only slightly bared. The woman vampire turned to her colleague and barked at him to walk away, and then looked at Yvette with a gaze so strong, it commanded respect, but also so gentle that it immediately put Yvette at ease. Her muscles uncoiled and her fangs retracted, eyes dimming just a bit.
Without saying anything, a silent communication transpired between the two women of opposing species as they stared at one another. The vampire had Yvette held n her gaze, but not forcefully. It was if this woman was assuring her, giving her strength with just a look. Finally, the vampire reached out and layed a porcelain hand on Yvette's tan shoulder and said firmly, "I will do everything possible to save your daughter, Miss Pendergahst. I will take care of her. But you can't tear up my staff. Panicking doesn't help Cassidy, it doesn't help you, it doesnt do anyone any good. So I'm going to go help your girl, and I will come back as soon as I have news. Okay?" And for some reason, it was very assuring, and it gave Yvette hope, and a calm. She knew better than to tear up the staff, especially since if she managed to get herself arrested Cassidy wouldn't have a parent left, what with her abusive, peace of shit father just having died. With a still unstable voice, Yvette nodded and responded, "Okay... okay." And both doctors left, the vampire scolding the mortal for treating Yvette with disdain on the way. Yvette sank into a chair, put her head in her hands and wept.
She couldn't lose Cassidy, especially not right now. Not at four years old,not when things were finally good for them. Jason was no longer there to abuse them, they were in a good house with loving people. Yvette was finally getting her shit together and learning how to be something other than a battered housewife. Things were finally looking up... Cassidy just couldn't die right now, right before her whole, beautiful life was about to begin.
||TAG: CHARIS KENG ||WORD COUNT: 1290 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES: random vampire doctor makes a momentary appearance. yaaay for finally having a thread with you!!!
Cassidy had been sick for nearly a month now, and more than once Yvette had taken her daughter to the doctor, and even eventually to the ER. The called it the flu first, and then they called it bronchitis, and then they called it strep, and then mono after that. They gave it every name in the book, giving her medicines that were not effective and in the end, only seemed to make the child sicker. Every time Yvette came, they tried to brush off Yvette and tell her that it was nothing more than a minor illness that could be treated easily, despite Yvette's personal instincts telling her otherwise. She could smell it, the thing that was ailing her daughter, and it was no flu. It smelled like death, the stench clinging to Cassidy as every passing day more color drained from her face and the life was sucked out of the child. Yvette barely slept anymore, doing everything she was capable of in order to care for her, but nothing was helping.
On this night, while the rest of the family, consisting of Cora, Vincent, Frankie, and Kaycee, had chosen to give Yvette some space and go to the movies together, Yvette had returned from the bathroom to find Cassidy unconscious on the floor, her face a devastatingly bluish pale color. She'd let out a scream and scooped up the little girl, gently jostling the girl in order to wake her. Thankfully, Cassidy opened her eyes and murmured in response, but her gaze remained at half mast, and she was only barely responsive. Immediately, Yvette had rushed them to the hospital, driving dangerously fast and parking illegally next to the E.R. running inside and screaming for help loud enough that the doctors responded with haste, removing the child from Yvette's trembling arms and rushing her away. One of the doctor's stayed with Yvette, who had collapsed on the floor, hyperventilating and pleading with the woman to save her baby. Cassidy was her world... her little girl, and Yvette couldn't imagine world without her in it, she didn't want to. The doctor helped Yvette to the chairs in the waiting room, asking her dozens of questions and then leaving to go see Cassidy and help the situation there. Yvette was left alone to wait.
Eventually, a different doctor came in the room and called out Yvette's last name, and she rushed to him. "Miss Penderghast, the good nose is your daughter is stable, though she had to be intibated because there was swelling in her airways. She was having trouble breathing." Horrified, Yvette brought a hand to her mouth and a strangled, half cry escaped her lips, the haunting mental image of her daughter with a tube shoved down her throat slamming in her skull. "It looks like Cassidy has Disseminated Coccidioidomycosis, which was exasterbatted from the addition of a weak strain pf Parvovirus-" Yvette cut him off, stunned, saying, "No, wait. Parvo? You're saying my daughter has Parvo?!" Of all the dog jokes she had heard in her life, this one was sick. But the doctor nodded, "It's possible for humans to contract the virus, and is usually not deadly and doesn't require treatment. However, the coccidiomycosis- sorry, Valley fever- is very severe. We are taking Cassidy up to surgery now to remove the damaged parts of her lungs and liver, where it's most severe." Finally, tears slipped down Yvette's face. The tips of her fingers went dumb and her heart drummed in her chest. It all seemed so unreal. The doctor, face crumpling in sympathy for Yvette, still continued, a slight scolding tone in his voice, "Miss Penderghast, if you'd gotten her help sooner, this-"
His probable lecture was cut short as Yvette shoved him, knocking the man to the ground. He looked surprised, clearly not expecting her to be as strong as she was. "You people," she said, her voice trembling with the strength of her rage and heartbreak, "I took her to every doctor in the fucking city, and you all turned me away! ALL OF YOU BASTARDS TURNED ME AWAY! Don't you dare tell me... this isn't my fault, it's yours." And when he got up, she shoved him again, the doctor only barely managing to catch himself. And again she went after him, her eyes flashing a brilliant golden yellow, but another doctor stepped in between her and her target. The stench of vampire filled her senses, and she immediately recoiled from the woman in scrubs, fangs only slightly bared. The woman vampire turned to her colleague and barked at him to walk away, and then looked at Yvette with a gaze so strong, it commanded respect, but also so gentle that it immediately put Yvette at ease. Her muscles uncoiled and her fangs retracted, eyes dimming just a bit.
Without saying anything, a silent communication transpired between the two women of opposing species as they stared at one another. The vampire had Yvette held n her gaze, but not forcefully. It was if this woman was assuring her, giving her strength with just a look. Finally, the vampire reached out and layed a porcelain hand on Yvette's tan shoulder and said firmly, "I will do everything possible to save your daughter, Miss Pendergahst. I will take care of her. But you can't tear up my staff. Panicking doesn't help Cassidy, it doesn't help you, it doesnt do anyone any good. So I'm going to go help your girl, and I will come back as soon as I have news. Okay?" And for some reason, it was very assuring, and it gave Yvette hope, and a calm. She knew better than to tear up the staff, especially since if she managed to get herself arrested Cassidy wouldn't have a parent left, what with her abusive, peace of shit father just having died. With a still unstable voice, Yvette nodded and responded, "Okay... okay." And both doctors left, the vampire scolding the mortal for treating Yvette with disdain on the way. Yvette sank into a chair, put her head in her hands and wept.
She couldn't lose Cassidy, especially not right now. Not at four years old,not when things were finally good for them. Jason was no longer there to abuse them, they were in a good house with loving people. Yvette was finally getting her shit together and learning how to be something other than a battered housewife. Things were finally looking up... Cassidy just couldn't die right now, right before her whole, beautiful life was about to begin.
||TAG: CHARIS KENG ||WORD COUNT: 1290 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES: random vampire doctor makes a momentary appearance. yaaay for finally having a thread with you!!!
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