Juniper Margail James (hotasafever) wrote in theyearspassed, @ 2011-06-22 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | callum, jaida, juniper, shannon |
October 23, 2056
Who: Jaida, Shannon, Callum and Juniper
Where: Briefly the hospital, then onto the mansion
When: Night time/Full Moon
What: Ch-ch-ch-ch changes!
The clock was ticking away for Cal, and there wasn't much time left. Days before, the doctor had called Jun into his office, and told her that he himself had passed Callum over for a transplant, because of his history with drug abuse. Not once, but twice. In his better judgement, he had told her, he couldn't not give the young man a healthy heart, knowing that he would likely just destroy it, when there were others out there who could truly have a new lease on life. As understanding as she would have tried to been had it been anyone else, she had told the doctor he was letting a good person die, and that she hoped he would never be able to forget Cal's face, nor hers. Off of life support, he had no more than a few days to live, if that. On life support, it might be months, but his quality of life would continue to plummet. He would waste away in that bed, on those machines, becoming just a shell of himself. Off of life support, he could leave them much sooner, but she might be able to talk to him again. Honestly, she couldn't decide what would have been a more selfish move... having him hang on, just to be here, or letting him go, and being able to tell him everything she felt still needed to be said. It didn't matter now, there was something else in store for Cal, something that she wasn't exactly thrilled about, but the alternative wasn't something she was ready to face.
Even after spending an entire evening talking to Jaida, and Shannon, she hadn't wanted to commit one way, or another. Then Callum's heart rate began to drop, and they had needed to up his meds more. It looked like those promised months were going to be weeks now. She had to make up her mind. Two days ago, she had signed the papers to have him woken from the coma, which took far longer than she had anticipated, but they had made it clear that they wished to establish that everything was stable enough for him to at least be comfortable. Once they were sure, they had brought her the papers to remove him from life support. Before she signed, she had asked the doctor if it would be possible to have him moved home, so that he could be comfortable when he passed. It took a lot of tears, and sobbing, but he had finally given his consent, and arrangements were made for the transport. "Shannon, I don't care if it's another two hours before sunset, get your ass out of bed, and make sure his room is ready for him. I can only be there until eight, and then I have to... you know." She spoke quietly into her mobile. In all of deciding, it seemed to have slipped her mind that the full moon was this evening. That, and she had expected that they would have been out of here the previous night, but it just hadn't worked out that way. The hospital did take it's time. "Jaida is already up, I talked to her like a half hour ago, because she told me she was sending Dom over." The young weres eyes moved to the old werewolf, as he stood aways down from her in the hallway. "Yes, he's going to help with the move... I'll call you before we head that way, just make sure that everything is ready. He needs to be comfortable... okay, later."
She hung up her phone, before slipping it into the pocket of her jeans. Juniper folded her arms across her chest, just as the door to Callum's room opened. "You can see him now. He's awake, and we're preparing the ambulance for the move." The nurse gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, before stepping out, and away from the door, leaving it cracked just slightly. For a moment, she watched him through the small break, wondering what must have been going through his mind at that moment... the doctor had taken the time to explain to him what had happened, what was going to happen, and that his wife done everything in her power to make things better for him. That was a lot to process, and she couldn't help but feel her heart ache all the more. Then she worried that he was in pain, and whether or not he was even strong enough to transition. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pushed the door open further, before stepping in, and closing it behind her. "You're probably sick of my voice by now. As much as I've been talking at you." The doctor had reminded her that Callum might remember some of the things she had said while he was out of it. "I'm not gonna stop though... sorry." Giving him a sad smile, she sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him. "We're going to go home soon."