"Can't you see how this breaks my heart? She's out of her mind; let's just leave her with her life! I promise you, I won't help her anymore. If she stirs up any more trouble, it's on her head!" Jonathan simply couldn't understand his wife.
He even felt like Heather was the flesh and blood of Amanda! "She tried to kill our son! And you're still making excuses for her?" "But the real culprit behind all this is Dorothy! I get where Heather's coming from. She felt hopeless and thought she couldn't have a future with Everett, so she..." "Enough!" Jonathan snapped, cutting her off sharply, yet when he saw his wife's pleading eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say more. "Just pray Everett's okay. Otherwise, I'll never forgive Heather." Amanda nodded solemnly, "At my age, if I lose my son, I might as well follow him to the grave.” "You're just enabling Heather!" Jonathan took a deep breath, his gaze shifting just in time to see a doctor emerging from the operating room.
He rushed over, "How's my son doing?" "He's not in great shape. He had moments of consciousness during the surgery and kept muttering something about Dorothy.
Does that mean anything to you?" Jonathan and Amanda exchanged a knowing look.
"No! My son doesn't know anyone named Dorothy,” Amanda insisted, still trying to distance her son from any connection with Dorothy.
The doctor, unaware of the intricacies, simply nodded, "I must have misheard. I thought if this person was close to the patient, bringing her in might help, especially to boost his will to live. His injuries are severe but he kept calling out Dorothy, though his voice was too faint for me to catch clearly.” "Can I go in then? To beg him to live for me!" Amanda clutched the doctor's hand desperately, "I'm his mother; who could be more important to him?" The doctor paused, gently patting her hand, "Not now, don't worry. I'll call for you if we need you." After he turned to leave, Jonathan quickly caught up and grabbed the doctor's attention.
"Yes?" "If... if my son calls out that name again, tell him Dorothy's okay and she's doing well." Dorothy had been unconscious for nearly 30 hours.
Infections had set in at almost every wound, causing a relentless high fever.
"How could you care for someone so poorly? Does she not need her legs anymore?!" the doctor berated Kenneth, "She just had surgery for a fracture and you let her leave the hospital, get caught in the rain, all night no less. Do you want her to die?" Kenneth stood silently with guilt and exhaustion. His dark circles under his eyes could not be more evident.
Ever since Dorothy had been saved from the death, he hadn't dared to close his eyes. Karen was home taking care of the kids, and Kenneth didn't trust anyone else.
"I'm sorry, doctor. You have to save her, please!" "Do you realize if the infection worsens, it could cause multiple organ failure, and there would be nothing I could do? Even the god makes no difference then." "How is she now?" The doctor gave him a sharp look, mistaking him for the patient's husband.
"She's clinging to life! We've managed to pull her back from the brink, but if this continues, those legs are done for. She won't be able to stand again for the rest of her life!"
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