Chapter Twenty Three:
The phone rang waking me from a sound sleep, as I woke I felt a shutter go through me, something wasn’t right, it was to late for someone to call, just for the sake of calling. I wondered if this was how Eric had felt when he had heard that I had been shot and paralyzed.
Lord don’t take Eric away from me.“MRS. Eric Greggory?” The voice on the other end asked.
“Yes.” I managed afraid of what I was about to here.”
“This is Mercy Hospital you’re husband has been brought in.”
Lord this can’t be happening, I feel like my worst fears are being realized. “He’s in stable condition.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Your husband was shot.”
I did not say anything, because I really did not know what to say. I felt as if my world was being shaken again, and I was not ready to face that kind of pain again.
“Heather what is it?” Emily asked. She must have heard the phone ring and me talking on the phone.
I didn’t say anything, but I think when she saw my expression she knew.
“I’m going to go wake up Jillian, and get her ready, then I am going to drive you there, I can drive your car if you don’t mind you have the hand controls.”
“No I don’t mind.” I said. I knew I really was not in the state of mind to be driving at the moment. “Thank you.”
“It’s okay Heather, you don’t need to thank me, it’s time I snapped out of feeling sorry for myself anyway, I need to focus on you and Jillian, and Eric right now.”
“I hope he’s going to be okay, what am I going to do if he doesn’t make it Emily? I can’t imagine life without Eric.”
“I know. I think he’s going to be alright though, he’s strong, and didn’t you say he was stable.”
“Yeah that’s what they said, but what exactly does that mean.” I said, and then changing the subject I said “ I need to call Becka, she’s going to want to come to the hospital.”
“”Alright use my cell phone.” Emily said. “If she wants we can pick her up.”
“Thanks, I think I would like her and you both with me.”
“I understand Heather, but don’t give up hope, I truly believe Eric is going to be okay.”
“I hope you’re right.”
After I hung up the phone with Becka we pulled out the driveway, and headed to pick her up. I knew she would want to come with us, and I was glad she did, with my husband laying on a hospital bed, me only getting cryptic answers I needed all the support I could get. I was a little relieved that Jillian did not yet undeerstand the severity of the situation, instead she had climbed in the back seat of the car, and fell right asleep, I was relieved, because at the moment I was in no position to try to explain what happened to my daughter, our daughter, when truthfully I did not know the answers to half the questions myself.
“What happened?” Becka asked.
“All I know was Eric was shot, and he’s in stable condition at least as of the phone call a few minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry Heather, I prayed you would never have to go through anything like this again.”
“I know Becka, I appreciate you and Emily being here with us.”
“I want to be here with you, Eric has been my boss for years, and a good one at that, and he is married to my best friend, so of course I am going to see you through this.”
“Thank you Becka, I keep going back to the time I was shot, I do not want Eric to have to go through what I did.”
“We don’t know the extent of his injuries yet.” Emily said. “Let’s pray it’s not to serious.”
“I’m praying Em, but I feel so weak, so helpless.”
“I know you do Heather, that’s why we are here for you.” Emily said.
“I appreciate it, I really do.”
“We know you do.” Becka said. “And we want to help you through this.
The car grew quiet the rest of the ride, it took us nearly five hours to get there, and I was grateful that Jillian slept through the ride. I did not want her to have to face this any sooner than necessary. For one thing I was afraid she would be taken back to what happened to her, to the night that monster raped her. I did not want her to have to relive that in her mind ever again, though I knew there were sometimes she did just that.
As it neared sunrise we finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, where my husband was. I wanted to see Eric, but at the same time I feared what I might see.
Jillian stireed in the back seat, and I saw from the mirror that she rubbed her eyes, like she was trying to make sense of where she was and what was going on.
“Mommy are you sick?” Jillian asked.
“No honey, Daddy is in the hospital.”
“He was hurt.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
“Hobey we are raying to Jesus he will be.”
“I don’t want Daddy to be hurt.” Jillian said, suddenly looking more vulnerable than she had in weeks.
“I don’t either hoeny” I said, as Jillian climbed into my lap, having her wait added to my own made it harder for me to maneuver my chair, but it was well worth it.
Lord let Eric be okay, let this be something minor, well as minor as being shot can be, let him not have to face what I faced.