I stood quietly, in the corner of the small living room, watching the scene in front of me. Nadia sobbed heavily, Cole looking away as pain reflected in his eyes. I didn't know what to do - I wish I could change the kids' lives. But I had no right to interfere into theirs', it would be unjust of me.
But standing there, seeing each and every tear flow down Nadia's face - I felt compelled to help. Even though this time, I wasn't the cause of her tears, it didn't change the intensity of the aching inside of my chest. But what could I do?
That's when my phone rang - out of place. None of them looked at me, each trapped in their own worlds but the vibration of the mobile in my pocket couldn't be ignored. Walking out of the room and into the kitchen, I answered the call.
"Hey Doc," I said, tensing slightly. His voice had an urgency behind it in the way he'd called my name and worry flowed into me. Doc never called unless it was an emergency.
"Listen, you have to come to the hospital immediately. The results from the tests we'd conducted on you most recently came in and-"
"It's not good news, is it?"
Silence from the other side.
Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair and my gaze swept over to the living room. My eyes fixed on the three children whom I felt responsible for and I shook my head to myself.
"Now's not a good time."
"There is no 'good time' for news like this. Just come."
The line died and I snapped my phone shut, staring angrily out the window. Why? Just when I thought things were getting better...
But the hospital! Devyn! I could take him there - and Doc could treat him for me specially with all the meds he could get. Hope rang through my heart for my daughter's happiness and cautiously, I made my way back to the living room and leaned down to Nadia.
"Nadia, I have to go to the hospital, it's an emergency. But, I could take Devyn with me. He could get treated!"
Nadia sat frozen for a while, before turning to me. Her tears were dry by now but the pain showed in her face. Yet, she asked, a little whisper of help, "Really?"
I nodded and smiled at her. And then we took him in.
I carried Devyn in my arms downstairs and outside to the car, resting him in the backseat where Cole and Nadia sat, supporting him.
Soon, we were zooming away to the hospital. Time was but an anxiety that kept us all together in a silence we didn't like.
And my heart raced furiously against my chest. Because, though there was hope for Devyn, it didn't feel that way for my case.
Doc had warned me, a lot. My high levels of cholesterol and blood pressure could lead to one disease. And that was the news I dreaded receiving - coronary heart disease.