mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-13 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella, npc |
Isabella and NPCs, NYC then back home to her apartment.
She supposed it was a good thing that they'd known this was coming for a while now and had taken care of things in advance, because Isabella really didn't think she could handle making her mother's funeral arrangements right now.
Lysette had asked her to call Daphne yesterday, and Daphne had flown in. Isabella couldn't remember if the two women had ever met or not, but she'd stepped outside to give them some privacy. They'd stayed together in that room for over an hour and when Daphne emerged, her eyes were red and she was clutching a blue Tiffany box in one hand while she gave Isabella a big, long hug.
Nothing like Tiffany to say 'Thanks for raising my kid' right?
Isabella had spent the night in her mother's room along with her father, one on each side of her as she gasped in pain in her sleep and occasionally woke up to look around or mumble something. Robert had paced in his shirtsleeves talking quietly on his phone to anyone he thought could 'get down here and fucking fix this.'
There was no fixing it.
He'd finally went off to get some coffee when Lysette woke up for the last time.
"Hello, dear," Lysette had said in a surprisingly clear voice.
"Morning, mom," Isabella said as she moved in closer. "Do you need anything? Some water? Some breakfast?"
"Oh no," Lysette said with a small smile, her eyes looking at something on the ceiling that Isabella couldn't see. "I'm fine. It's going to be fine." She looked at Isabella. "You're going to be fine too. I'm so sorry I won't be around to see your children. They're going to be beautiful."
"Mom, no." She was embarassed of the way she started crying then.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's my time, Bella. And I love you so much. I always have. " She lifted one hand to pull Isabella down to her, and Isabella lay her head on her mother's chest and cried like a baby. It was selfish to cry that way, really, when Lysette was so at peace, but Lysette said nothing more, just stroked her hair until her hand slowed and finally went still.
She was still breathing when Isabella lifted her head and her father walked in with two cups of coffee and sad eyes, but about five minutes later that wasn't the case. Lysette opened her eyes one more time, gave Robert a smile that was dazzling enough to light up the room, and went still.
There was a loud sound of the heart monitor flatlining, and when the nurses came no one bothered with CPR. Lysette Devlyn was gone, and it was mercy really, one nurse told Isabella. She was in so much pain.
It didn't feel like mercy. Mercy shouldn't make you feel like someone was cutting your heart to pieces in front of you.
Robert left immediately, a tightness around his eyes that Isabella hadn't ever seen before, and true to form, Isabella was left to make the immediate arrangements. She did so feeling like a zombie, then got on the first plane back to the City.
She rode home in a cab and then walked into the Manor without speaking to anyone. She hadn't been home since last Saturday, and the only thing she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. She walked into the apartment, pulled off all her clothes, sent a text message to Micah, Daphne and Del explaining what happened, then turned off her phone and crawled in bed, burying her head under the pillow.