PART 17 – The Doctor Finally Asked Me to Listen Carefully, and I Held My Breath Because I Knew Nothing Would Be Ordinary Again

I had started to recognize the difference between footsteps that passed us and footsteps that stopped.

That night, I listened for both.

Whenever someone slowed near our chairs, I lifted my head.

Whenever a door opened, I searched the faces coming through it.

I was afraid of hearing bad news.

I was equally afraid of hearing nothing.

Daniel sat beside me, his shoulders bent forward and his hands clasped together.

He hadn't touched his phone for a long time.

Patricia remained farther down the corridor.

The handbag was still resting against her knees.

I wondered whether she had slept at all the previous night.

Then I remembered that I hadn't slept either.

The difference was that I had been trying to care for a newborn, while Patricia had decided that my daughter's crying was a problem she had the right to end.

I pushed that thought away.

I didn't need to rehearse my anger to know what had happened.

I needed to save my strength for whatever came next.

A nurse appeared at the doors and looked toward us.

I stood immediately.

She asked whether I was Lily's mother.

"Yes."

She told me Dr. Blake wanted to speak with me.

For a second, I couldn't move.

Daniel rose beside me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

The nurse explained that the doctor would discuss Lily's condition with us.

She didn't offer more.

I followed her a short distance down the hallway.

Daniel came with me.

Patricia stood too, but she stayed where she was when the nurse indicated that we should wait.

I watched the doors open.

Then Dr. Blake appeared.

He looked tired, and his expression was serious.

I had seen that expression before.

I remembered it from the first time he approached me and told me that Lily had arrived in cardiac arrest.

My hands began to shake again.

"Doctor, please tell me what's happening."

He asked us to listen carefully.

I nodded.

I was afraid to interrupt.

He explained that Lily's condition was still extremely serious and that the team had been working to address her injuries.

I listened to every word.

I wanted him to tell me she would recover.

I wanted him to say that the worst had passed.

Instead, he explained what the medical team knew and what they still could not predict.

I asked whether she had responded to treatment.

He answered as clearly as he could without promising an outcome.

I held on to the information, even though none of it gave me the certainty I needed.

"Can I see her?"

He told me that he would let me know when it was possible.

I nodded.

My throat felt tight.

"Please tell her I'm here."

Dr. Blake looked at me.

"I understand."

He returned to the treatment area.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed doors.

Daniel put his hand on my shoulder.

I didn't move away.

I needed something solid to remind me that I was still standing.

We returned to our chairs.

I sat down slowly.

The paper cup near Daniel's foot had been crushed beneath someone's shoe.

I stared at it for a long time.

It seemed strange that such a small object could be damaged and abandoned while everything I cared about was happening behind a closed door.

Daniel followed my gaze.

Then he picked it up and placed it in a nearby bin.

He sat down again.

Neither of us spoke.

I thought about Lily's face.

I tried to remember the exact shape of her nose, the way her mouth moved when she was about to cry, and how her fingers felt against my skin.

I didn't want the memory of her falling to become the only memory I could reach.

She was more than what had happened that night.

She was my daughter.

She had been in my arms before the hallway became a place I would fear remembering.

I closed my eyes and pictured her resting against my shoulder.

For a few seconds, I could almost hear the little sounds she made between cries.

Then I opened my eyes.

Daniel was watching me.

"Are you thinking about her?"

I nodded.

"I don't want to forget what she was like before this."

He swallowed.

"You won't."

I wanted to believe him.

I wanted to believe that if Lily survived, there would be more ordinary days to remember.

More bottles.

More blankets.

More mornings when I would stand beside her bassinet and wonder how someone so small could take up so much space in my heart.

I wanted all of it.

The waiting continued.

At some point, Patricia approached us.

She stopped beside Daniel.

"Did the doctor say anything?"

Daniel looked at her.

"He explained her condition."

Patricia turned toward me.

"Can you tell me what he said?"

I answered briefly.

I told her that Lily remained seriously ill and that the doctors were continuing to care for her.

Patricia pressed her lips together.

For once, she didn't ask me to soften the truth.

She sat down across from us.

I didn't know whether her silence meant she understood the seriousness of the situation or whether she had finally run out of things to say.

I didn't try to decide.

My attention returned to the doors.

I had no promise to hold.

Only the knowledge that Lily was receiving care, and the hope that I would be allowed to see her soon.

I stayed beside Daniel and waited for the next update.

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