“I’m sorry, no. We need to get him to surgery right away. And, Diana, he’s unresponsive.”
Diana swayed and Lily wrapped her protectively in her arms. “Does that mean Daddy is in a coma?”
Dr. Thompson nodded. “The surgery may help, but I’m not going to lie to you. He has less than thirty percent chance of coming out of this.”
Sucking in a large gulp of air, Diana straightened. “We’ll face that when we have to. Will he live, Paul?”
“We’ll do all we can. Now, I have to go. I’ll come see you immediately after the surgery.” He walked to the desk and spoke to Judy before rushing back through the swinging doors.
Judy rose and carried a clipboard to where they stood. “Here are the papers, Mrs. Franklin.”
She took Diana’s arm and guided her to a chair, taking the woman’s cold hand and whispering what she hoped were words of comfort. Diana didn’t respond and she went back to her station. Lily plopped into the chair next to her mom. She watched, as Diana filled in the forms. If a Mack truck had hit her, she couldn’t feel any worse.
When Diana had finished, she took the clipboard to Judy and returned. She looked at her youngest daughter. Lily, her fragile flower—she’d shown such strength and courage today, but now she slumped in the chair, silent and pale.
“He’s going to be all right, Lily.”
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