Rainbow: The son (part 9)

Finally, I'm putting this up. I feel this could be the end... It might not... I actually dont think it is xD

I opened my eyes to see my mother’s face above me, her face wet with tears. My body was numb, but I knew it was there. I smiled and grabbed her hand gently, holding it against my heart.

“I missed you mom,” I said, feeling my eyes begin to water, too numb to bother myself with trying to hide them or wipe them away. She looked at me with a mix of shock and confusion.

“Baby, you never left,” she said, crying and releasing my hand and stepping away from me. I tried to reach out and grab her back, but my arm was caught by something. I looked down at my arm and saw an IV drip connected into my arm, the liquid slowly turning a light red colour.

I began to panic, feeling my heart begin to race as I watched the liquid turn a darker red with time.

“Mom... What... What is that?!” I asked, feeling the panic take hold of my chest, trapping me. I watched as she just looked at me, then turning and running from the room. Fear began to rise, as I felt myself begin to hyperventilate, and panic further.

“Violet, you need to calm down,” I heard a voice come from another part of the room. I tried to see who else was there, but my vision became blurred when I tried to see past the end of my bed. From what I could make out, they were a doctor and by the sound of their voice, a male doctor.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as I began to cry. What were they doing here? What did they want?

“I’m the doctor that delivered your baby, Violet.” He said sternly, his voice full of authority.

It was already over?! I thought, trying to remember anything else other than passing out, and seeing the weird vision of David and Robbie. Nothing came to my mind, only remembering the light at the end of the tunnel, as if I had died. It was obvious to tell that I didn’t, and for that I was grateful.

“How did it go?” I asked, starting to feel like a limp noodle not being able to move most of my body. I was wondering if I would ever be able to move the same after this, or if I would have some sort of paralysis over half my body.

I knew asking how it went was a dumb question: this doctor had to deliver a dead baby; it obviously didn’t go very well.

“It went better than we ever expected,” he said, his voice growing rather calm from its place of higher importance. I wondered what he meant by that; what where they expecting? Did they think I would die too? I was never informed of what would have happened, hell, I didn’t even remember it happening.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, keeping a hold of my emotions before I exploded. I didn’t know what was coming over me, but I felt suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that I had never felt before; it was a mixture of happiness, sadness and confusion.

“It lived, it’s a boy.”

 

 

I spent the next long while trying to think of a way out of the hospital. I was under house arrest, and was only allowed to leave my bed to go to the washroom. I couldn’t even go to use the payphones to call my mother. I assumed that she knew, which would explain the reason she left the other day with tears in her eyes.

I begged the nurses to let me see it, just to see if it was alright.

To see if he was alright.

He wasn’t an object; he was a living, breathing person now, and I had to see if he was alright. The nurses refused to let me see him because of how premature he was; he was about six months old, and had to be in a specially made environment so he didn’t catch a cold and die. They reassured me that he was being taken care of, and had already won the hearts of a few nurses on staff. I listened to her, trying to believe her, but I couldn’t trust her.

For some reason, I couldn’t keep my mind off of him, but when the doctors and nurses asked for a name, I was left without a word in my mind but one.

I knew what his name would be, it had been starring me in the face for months, and I just tried to ignore it. I still needed to talk to David about the name, whether he wanted this baby or not, it was here, and he would soon have to face it.

I couldn’t get David to come to the hospital, but the doctors got a hold of him, and talked him into coming in to see the baby. I herd David cried when he saw it, and regretted not wanting it. I felt horrible that I couldn’t see it or hold it, but I knew it would just make saying goodbye so much harder.

After David saw the baby, he had a change of heart and came up from the baby ward, to my ward. Once he saw me, he bowed his head, and whispered his words.

“Hi,” he said, walking over to my bed slowly watching the ground. He was walking in a strategic manor, almost as if there were land mines hidden on the floor.

“Hey,” I managed to breathe out, the nurse coming to my bedside, beginning to remove the IV needle from my arm. I cringed, and tried to focus on David as she pulled the needle out of my arm, feeling every centimetre of the cold metal pass through my skin.

“How are you?” He asked, showing general concern. I watched as his hair fell into his eyes, showing tints of blue and gold. He re-dyed his hair, and it suited his face perfectly. It may have been odd for me to notice his change in hair colour when their were so many other things left to address, but I couldn’t help but stare. His hair, even though it was for the briefest of moments, distracted me from the rest of the horrible world around me.

“I’ve been better, I missed you.” I confessed rather quickly, as the nurse moved from between me and David.

“I didn’t think you’d ever want to speak to me again...” He said, trailing off into the purpose of the words that he left unsaid. I smiled at how cute he was being; he thought I’d be mad because he pushed me down the stairs.

How right he was.

But David wasn’t seeing past the bigger picture, and frankly, I couldn’t either.

“David, come here,” I said, ushering him over to my bedside, urging him to sit. He walked over hesitantly, sitting in the hard purple chair beside the bed I was on.

“I’m not mad David. I get why you did it, but we’ve gotta move past it.” I said, taking in a deep breath, and sighing softly, taking control of my raising heart rate. He placed his hand over mine, my mind instantly collecting itself.

“I’m so sorry I tried to end it. I was scared, and I just didn’t know how to handle it... But... He’s beautiful.” He said, tears coming to his eyes as I saw him recall how the baby looked. How our son looked.

“Really? He is?” I asked, as I began to feel happiness spread throughout my tense chest, my muscles relaxing.

“Yeah, and he’s ours Rain, he’s all ours.” David said happily, tears streaming down his face. I began to wonder why I didn’t want to keep him.

No, not him.

“Robbie, his name is Robbie.” I said, holding David’s face close to mine, kissing him softly on the lips. I could feel his happiness course through my body, as he sat on the bed next to me.

“Rainbow Robbie.”

 

Author's Note

ignore grammer :)
<3

Reviews

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

I love how this is going so far!!! yay!!! the baby lived :D :D :D I actually got angry with David when he pushed Violet down the stairs! the word 'd***head' escaped my mouth in the middle of a library.. oops :P x

[TheRavenQueer]

Awwwww... :) :) :) :) :) Haha! Don't mind me. XD