They are loosing her III

She would be stable and her remaining tumors could totally shrink or remain inactive, or in a few months or even weeks, it's could come back doubling up and Likely uncontrollable.

She swallowed, stopping her mind from worrying about the future, but Instead, the now.

She just wanted her grandma out of there better and stronger than she was, she wanted to talk to her again, wanted to tell her everything going on in her life, she just wanted her grandma to be able to give her a listening ear once again, so she would be able to pour all her complaints to her. 

Charles returned to the theatre waiting area, he had gone to get a bottle of water for her, anything to help her current state.

He saw how torn apart she was, how she was stressed to an unhealthy point.

He handed her the bottle of water, urging her to drink. She took a sip, handing the water back to him. He reached for her hands, which he got, pulling her closer and holding her there calmly.

"Everything will be fine," he said in a low crisp voice.

"I don't know...

I don't know," she responded with a low trembling voice.

"It will," he responded he now gradually rocked her while her head was on his chest.

"It will," he repeated.

Charles led her to the chairs that were there, they sat as he held her hands tightly. She kept bumping her feet restlessly and repeatedly on the floor. It was a coping mechanism for her anxiety, but it didn't seem to be working. Nothing seemed to be working.

Charles looked over at her as his grip tightened. 

"You gonna have to need to calm down," he spoke with so much worry on his face. 

"I'm trying," she responded reaching for the bottled water with her free hand. He immediately freed her other hand, reached for the bottle, took it from her, and helped her with opening it.

He did and then handed it over to her and she took a sip. She returned it and sealed its opening again, then dropped the bottle by the side.

......... AFTER A WHILE..........

Joleen woke up in shock due to the loud voices she heard in the background. She didn't know how long she slept but she noticed Charles waking up too.

'Grandma' was the only word she needed to remember before she sprung to her feet. 

"Move it, move it!" she heard in the background as she saw a woman figure laying on the hospital stretcher, supported by an oxygen mask rolled out of the same theatre where her grandma was operated in.

"She is losing it, we are losing her," the same voice screamed again.

She got closer as she saw clearly who it was, it was her grandma being moved elsewhere in an emergency.

The previous voice she heard now replayed in her head.

'we are losing her?' no! Not her Nana, not her grandma.

"She raced to the hospital gurney (hospital bed used in transporting patients) She was now in tears.

"Ma'am, ma'am..." One of the hospital staff called for her, but her only concern was making sure that her grandma was okay.

Before she could get to the gurney, Charles had appeared before her, restricting her from disrupting the hospital staff.

"Hey, hey, she will be fine," he said.

She struggled in his arms, hitting and fighting him.

"No, they said they are losing her," she cried out, struggling to gain freedom, fighting and hitting him where ever her hands could reach.

"They said they are losing her," she repeated sobbing.

"Didn't you hear him?" she asked out of frustration, as she continued to sob uncontrollably before passing out in his arms.