If Walls Could Talk... - Chapter 12 - 11/11/2019
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2019 3:38 pm
The honeymoon didn’t last the month it was scheduled as Liz walked into hospital back in Roswell, because she was called back from a tour of Europe when tragedy did strike and she was giving her best friend a supportive hug because it was only two weeks after the wedding and she was being called back because Mia had become deathly sick and was near death and was in the hospital clinging to death as it had only been hours since she was rushed to the hospital by her hysterical mother.
“This is all my fault,” Maria cried as she watched as machines worked to keep her daughter alive. Bree had tears coming down her face as she was clinging to her mother’s hand and didn’t know why she was healthy, but her sister was slowly dying.
“The doctors will make sure she gets better,” Liz promised but knew it had to be bad, and from her own experience that when she looked in Mia’s tiny face, she knew this wasn’t going to be simple.
“Can they?” Maria whispered. “When they don’t know why she is sick, and her blood despite being a twin is different than her sisters so Bree can’t even help her…”
“We will find someone who will help her?” Liz promised as she looked over at the little girl so pale and lifeless in the hospital bed and she tried to be practical and be supportive of her best friend. “Have you called Richard?”
“Why?” Maria spat. “He doesn’t care about Mia, he only cares about Bree…” she moaned. “And even that is barely, and if I didn’t threaten each month… and didn’t have a judge’s order than I might not even be getting the child support.”
“She will get better,” Liz promised. “We will make sure of it.”
“You can’t promise me that,” Maria sighed as she looked as the doctor came into the room, she knew it was bad news. “Mrs. Dawson?”
“It’s Deluca,” Maria said. “Just call me Deluca or you call me Maria, never call me that name okay,” she sighed as she wanted to wipe every trace of her marriage away and she instantly recoiled at the mention of her married name.
The doctor nodded. “We’ve tried everything but so far we haven’t been able to figure out the virus that your daughter has contracted, and as we have told you, we’re unable to use Bree’s blood or even your blood to try to combat it.”
Maria wordlessly looked on as she squeezed Liz’s hand who nodded. “So…”
“So, if we don’t find some way to help her soon, we might not be able to… her system is starting to shut down and because she’s only three, she hasn’t built up the defenses to be able to combat this serious of a virus.”
“So, what do I do?” Maria asked as if she was being punished for keeping such a life changing secret, and for sleeping with too many men at the same time.
“Pray for a miracle,” the doctor indicated realistically and honestly. “We haven’t experienced this before Ms. Deluca,” the doctor sighed. “Usually a twin sister can help with a transfusion and help her sister because they have identical genetic markers, but in this case…
“I know,” Maria muttered. “They look identical but are really fraternal… if even that…”
“Yes,” the doctor nodded, “and Mia is a rare little girl as I know you know…”
“Yes,” Maria sighed as cursed Mia’s freak blood and the fact that it was so different from her twin sister, and it only crystalized within why Mia was so different from Bree and why she should have dealt with this before now, and she hoped she didn’t lose her daughter because of the past and decisions she had made at the time that were the only ones she could make, and now they were all crashing together in making Mia so damn sick, and Maria so helpless.
“So, all I can do suggest is that you pray…” the doctor’s advised. “And we’ll see what we can do to try to combat what Mia is battling but Ms. Deluca, so far, she’s rejecting all the antibiotics we’re using in trying to ward off the virus.”
“I will…” Maria nodded as the doctor left the room as Maria went to the bedside of her three-year-old and sat and squeezed her hand. Liz took Bree’s hand, and they walked towards the bed, and stood nearby. A tearful Maria looked up as if she couldn’t face the worst-case scenario, and therefore she knew she had to push the nuclear button “Can you stay with the kids and watch over for Mia. Mom should be here shortly, and I have called Kyle, but I need to do something, go somewhere…”
“Where?” Liz asked surprised that Maria would want to leave.
“I am going to tell Michael that he’s a father… and to ask that he save our daughter’s life” Maria whispered as Liz’s eyes went wide as her best friend voiced the deep seeded feeling among them that hadn’t been uttered until now as she simply nodded as they didn’t talk about it. All Liz did was watch as Maria grab her purse and left the room.
“Who is Michael?” Bree asked her aunt.
“You’ve met him,” Liz assured the girl as she thought of the bombshell that was about to be set off in Michael’s life. “He takes Zane to the park…”
“Him,” Bree asked with eyes opened as she remembered the man who usually would take Zane to the park in place of his father and how much Zane loved the guy, and how much her mother seemed to look at him with a twinkle in her eye. Bree might be only three, but she was quite attentive, and did pick up on stuff…
“Yup,” Liz sighed as they watched as Mia clung to life as she silently prayed as she desperately asked that Michael be the answer. As she sat by the critically sick little girl, Liz reflected on the cost Maria was going to be undertaking in deciding to go back into the past and in opening up that door again because she had done the same thing, but this time for Maria and Michael… there were going to be life changing consequences that came with that door being opened as she prayed that Michael would be the answer.
Max and Michael were newly back in their apartment after a two week road trip to the Grand Canyon as they allowed Zane a tour of the state of Arizona and it was a chance for both of them to get out of Roswell for awhile as the memories were too problematic for both of them, as Isabel went with them and so it was alien road trip, and now they were back and hadn’t heard about Mia’s illness.
Max was feeling freer as the time away allowed for perspective and the knowledge he could move on and be there for his son. His instincts were that Liz was happy, and the time away allowed him to see that she was his past. And that past was indeed in the past and he needed to concentrate on his present. Coming home was a start of a new life. “I am going to Crashdown to pick up some burgers for dinner,” he called out into the apartment. Zane was already playing a videogame he had picked up on his travels and Michael was checking his messages on his computer, when there a knock on the door and Max who hadn’t left yet answered and paused when he saw Maria.
“Maria,” Max asked, and Michael’s glaze zoomed off the screen of his computer. “What’s wrong?”
“Is Michael home?” Maria asked, truly shaken and a pale version of herself.
“What’s wrong,” Max asked as he invited his friend in as they might do much together anymore, but Maria was always and would always be a friend and she meant something to him. “You don’t look good…”
“I am not,” Maria allowed as she walked into the apartment and saw Michael and Zane. “Michael, I need to talk to you.”
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked as he immediately got up and approached Maria and knew instantly she was feeling the world on the shoulders.
“Do you want me to stay?” Max asked. “Otherwise I can take Zane with me.”
“Max, can you?” Maria asked, “I need you both…” she sighed carefully as Max knew this was bad and so he approached his son. “Zane, can you go into my room and watch some television. This is adult stuff, and you probably shouldn’t be hearing this right now.”
Zane nodded but knew, as he looked up at Maria. “Mia will be fine; I promise. Michael will help her and Daddy too” Zane said as he walked into the room as the adults acted like they were steamrolled by the revelation. It was something that Max or Michael hadn’t dealt with given everything going on with their personal lives.
“He…” Maria asked.
“Apparently,” was all Max was going to say when he knew Maria had something else to discuss with them as they heard the door close behind the little boy and the television turn on, and cartoons were soon being played on a high volume.
“So, what’s going on?” Michael asked.
“Mia’s sick,” Maria said bursting into tears. “She may be dying, and it’s some virus or something that can’t get a control of yet and this is my fault” she said with tears coming down her face as Max and Michael looked at each other and Maria in shock as Michael immediately took her in his arms.
She hung tightly onto him, as finally she stepped back as tears came down her face as she stared into space.
“How can we help?” Max asked.
“I need you Michael,” Maria said softly. “You might be the only person who can save my daughter otherwise I will lose her…”
“Why would I be able to help her?” Michael asked as if this was part of the secret they hadn’t talked about because he had disappeared on the alien only road trip after the wedding and had only gotten back.
“Michael, you’re her father…” Maria said softly. “I know you suspected it. We danced around it a couple of a weeks ago. I should have owned up to it and now I am paying the price for not allowing it to be out in the open. I guess I didn’t want to believe that my bad choices went back all the way back to the beginning and if only I hadn’t done some of the stuff I had done. So, I am coming to you Michael because I need you to help Mia. Because she’s our daughter and she’s dying.”
“This is all my fault,” Maria cried as she watched as machines worked to keep her daughter alive. Bree had tears coming down her face as she was clinging to her mother’s hand and didn’t know why she was healthy, but her sister was slowly dying.
“The doctors will make sure she gets better,” Liz promised but knew it had to be bad, and from her own experience that when she looked in Mia’s tiny face, she knew this wasn’t going to be simple.
“Can they?” Maria whispered. “When they don’t know why she is sick, and her blood despite being a twin is different than her sisters so Bree can’t even help her…”
“We will find someone who will help her?” Liz promised as she looked over at the little girl so pale and lifeless in the hospital bed and she tried to be practical and be supportive of her best friend. “Have you called Richard?”
“Why?” Maria spat. “He doesn’t care about Mia, he only cares about Bree…” she moaned. “And even that is barely, and if I didn’t threaten each month… and didn’t have a judge’s order than I might not even be getting the child support.”
“She will get better,” Liz promised. “We will make sure of it.”
“You can’t promise me that,” Maria sighed as she looked as the doctor came into the room, she knew it was bad news. “Mrs. Dawson?”
“It’s Deluca,” Maria said. “Just call me Deluca or you call me Maria, never call me that name okay,” she sighed as she wanted to wipe every trace of her marriage away and she instantly recoiled at the mention of her married name.
The doctor nodded. “We’ve tried everything but so far we haven’t been able to figure out the virus that your daughter has contracted, and as we have told you, we’re unable to use Bree’s blood or even your blood to try to combat it.”
Maria wordlessly looked on as she squeezed Liz’s hand who nodded. “So…”
“So, if we don’t find some way to help her soon, we might not be able to… her system is starting to shut down and because she’s only three, she hasn’t built up the defenses to be able to combat this serious of a virus.”
“So, what do I do?” Maria asked as if she was being punished for keeping such a life changing secret, and for sleeping with too many men at the same time.
“Pray for a miracle,” the doctor indicated realistically and honestly. “We haven’t experienced this before Ms. Deluca,” the doctor sighed. “Usually a twin sister can help with a transfusion and help her sister because they have identical genetic markers, but in this case…
“I know,” Maria muttered. “They look identical but are really fraternal… if even that…”
“Yes,” the doctor nodded, “and Mia is a rare little girl as I know you know…”
“Yes,” Maria sighed as cursed Mia’s freak blood and the fact that it was so different from her twin sister, and it only crystalized within why Mia was so different from Bree and why she should have dealt with this before now, and she hoped she didn’t lose her daughter because of the past and decisions she had made at the time that were the only ones she could make, and now they were all crashing together in making Mia so damn sick, and Maria so helpless.
“So, all I can do suggest is that you pray…” the doctor’s advised. “And we’ll see what we can do to try to combat what Mia is battling but Ms. Deluca, so far, she’s rejecting all the antibiotics we’re using in trying to ward off the virus.”
“I will…” Maria nodded as the doctor left the room as Maria went to the bedside of her three-year-old and sat and squeezed her hand. Liz took Bree’s hand, and they walked towards the bed, and stood nearby. A tearful Maria looked up as if she couldn’t face the worst-case scenario, and therefore she knew she had to push the nuclear button “Can you stay with the kids and watch over for Mia. Mom should be here shortly, and I have called Kyle, but I need to do something, go somewhere…”
“Where?” Liz asked surprised that Maria would want to leave.
“I am going to tell Michael that he’s a father… and to ask that he save our daughter’s life” Maria whispered as Liz’s eyes went wide as her best friend voiced the deep seeded feeling among them that hadn’t been uttered until now as she simply nodded as they didn’t talk about it. All Liz did was watch as Maria grab her purse and left the room.
“Who is Michael?” Bree asked her aunt.
“You’ve met him,” Liz assured the girl as she thought of the bombshell that was about to be set off in Michael’s life. “He takes Zane to the park…”
“Him,” Bree asked with eyes opened as she remembered the man who usually would take Zane to the park in place of his father and how much Zane loved the guy, and how much her mother seemed to look at him with a twinkle in her eye. Bree might be only three, but she was quite attentive, and did pick up on stuff…
“Yup,” Liz sighed as they watched as Mia clung to life as she silently prayed as she desperately asked that Michael be the answer. As she sat by the critically sick little girl, Liz reflected on the cost Maria was going to be undertaking in deciding to go back into the past and in opening up that door again because she had done the same thing, but this time for Maria and Michael… there were going to be life changing consequences that came with that door being opened as she prayed that Michael would be the answer.
*
Max and Michael were newly back in their apartment after a two week road trip to the Grand Canyon as they allowed Zane a tour of the state of Arizona and it was a chance for both of them to get out of Roswell for awhile as the memories were too problematic for both of them, as Isabel went with them and so it was alien road trip, and now they were back and hadn’t heard about Mia’s illness.
Max was feeling freer as the time away allowed for perspective and the knowledge he could move on and be there for his son. His instincts were that Liz was happy, and the time away allowed him to see that she was his past. And that past was indeed in the past and he needed to concentrate on his present. Coming home was a start of a new life. “I am going to Crashdown to pick up some burgers for dinner,” he called out into the apartment. Zane was already playing a videogame he had picked up on his travels and Michael was checking his messages on his computer, when there a knock on the door and Max who hadn’t left yet answered and paused when he saw Maria.
“Maria,” Max asked, and Michael’s glaze zoomed off the screen of his computer. “What’s wrong?”
“Is Michael home?” Maria asked, truly shaken and a pale version of herself.
“What’s wrong,” Max asked as he invited his friend in as they might do much together anymore, but Maria was always and would always be a friend and she meant something to him. “You don’t look good…”
“I am not,” Maria allowed as she walked into the apartment and saw Michael and Zane. “Michael, I need to talk to you.”
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked as he immediately got up and approached Maria and knew instantly she was feeling the world on the shoulders.
“Do you want me to stay?” Max asked. “Otherwise I can take Zane with me.”
“Max, can you?” Maria asked, “I need you both…” she sighed carefully as Max knew this was bad and so he approached his son. “Zane, can you go into my room and watch some television. This is adult stuff, and you probably shouldn’t be hearing this right now.”
Zane nodded but knew, as he looked up at Maria. “Mia will be fine; I promise. Michael will help her and Daddy too” Zane said as he walked into the room as the adults acted like they were steamrolled by the revelation. It was something that Max or Michael hadn’t dealt with given everything going on with their personal lives.
“He…” Maria asked.
“Apparently,” was all Max was going to say when he knew Maria had something else to discuss with them as they heard the door close behind the little boy and the television turn on, and cartoons were soon being played on a high volume.
“So, what’s going on?” Michael asked.
“Mia’s sick,” Maria said bursting into tears. “She may be dying, and it’s some virus or something that can’t get a control of yet and this is my fault” she said with tears coming down her face as Max and Michael looked at each other and Maria in shock as Michael immediately took her in his arms.
She hung tightly onto him, as finally she stepped back as tears came down her face as she stared into space.
“How can we help?” Max asked.
“I need you Michael,” Maria said softly. “You might be the only person who can save my daughter otherwise I will lose her…”
“Why would I be able to help her?” Michael asked as if this was part of the secret they hadn’t talked about because he had disappeared on the alien only road trip after the wedding and had only gotten back.
“Michael, you’re her father…” Maria said softly. “I know you suspected it. We danced around it a couple of a weeks ago. I should have owned up to it and now I am paying the price for not allowing it to be out in the open. I guess I didn’t want to believe that my bad choices went back all the way back to the beginning and if only I hadn’t done some of the stuff I had done. So, I am coming to you Michael because I need you to help Mia. Because she’s our daughter and she’s dying.”