“I’m sorry, let’s go,” she told him as she got to her feet. Her knees were shaking but she was determined to stay strong.
Chad placed his arm around her as he led her to his truck. They were silent on the way to the hospital, stress keeping them from speaking. Bree hadn’t told Chad she got her memory back, but that could wait.
Chad made the normally thirty minute drive in half the time, but it still felt like it took forever. Bree was jumping from the truck before he had it in park. He quickly caught up to her as she rushed through the emergency room doors.
“George Anderson, please,” Bree demanded.
“One moment please,” the nurse replied as she typed on her keyboard. Bree drummed her fingernails on the counter, staring a hole through the nurse’s head. After taking much longer than Bree thought necessary, the nurse finally looked up.
“He’s being attended to by the doctor, now. If you have a seat in the waiting room, someone will notify you of his progress as soon as we know something,” the woman said, then looked back down at her computer.
“That’s it? You can’t give me any other information. How would you like it if it was your father back there? Would you just want to sit quietly and wait?” Bree yelled at the cold woman.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but there’s no other information we have at the moment. The doctors are doing all they can,” the woman answered calmly. She was more than used to worried family members yelling at her.
“Bree,” Joseph called as he rushed through the doors.
Bree turned and ran to her uncle. He grabbed her up in a bear hug and she sobbed into his chest.
“It will be okay, Sweetie. Your father is a strong man. A heart attack won’t keep him down,” Joseph said. He was trying to reassure her but she heard the worry in his tone. He was afraid for his brother.
“They won’t tell me anything,” she sobbed.
“He just got here about ten minutes ago. Your brother called you from the chopper. We were all at the house, having a drink and visiting, when his face got real pale and he clutched his chest. I know the signs. I’ve seen a man have a heart attack before. We got him here fast, Bree. They say the first thirty minutes are the most important. Let’s sit down and wait for the good doctor,” Joseph said, speaking far more quietly than normal. His tone scared her worse than the not knowing. Her Uncle Joseph was supposed to be loud – not sober.
Soon, their entire family was in the waiting room, quietly talking, glancing at the clock, stress clearly visible on their faces. None of them liked the sterile room; all of them prayed George would be okay.
They’d all spent months in the hospital when their mother was dying. It had been heartbreaking watching her slowly wither away. Bree couldn’t stand the quiet any longer. She jumped up and began pacing the room. Chad kept a close eye on her.
“Trenton Anderson?” the desk nurse called out. Everyone stood and turned at once, causing her professionalism to slip a tad before she quickly recovered.
“I’m Trenton,” he said as he walked over.
“The doctor’s on his way out,” she said, making Bree want to hit her. They all turned toward the E.R. doors and waited.
Soon, the door opened and a man walked out, looking down at a chart in his hand. The room was completely silent. He finally looked up and Trenton stepped forward.
“Are you Trenton Anderson?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Doctor Michaels. Would you like to follow me so we can speak in private?”
“No, this is all family and whatever you have to say, they’re going to need to hear,” he said, staying planted to the spot.
“That’s your choice, Mr. Anderson. We have you listed as emergency contact, so I’ll give you the information and you can relay it. Your father had a mild heart attack known as a Posterior Infarct, also known as Inferior Infarct. There was clogging in one of the branches of his right coronary artery. We were able to help him in time, and his condition is stable right now,” the doctor said.
Bree’s head whipped between her brother and the doctor, not understanding what they were talking about. Posterior Infarct? Inferior Infarct? What the heck? She just needed to see her father, physically see that he was okay.
“What does this mean?” Trenton asked.
“We need to run more test, he may need surgery, but his vitals are steady right now, which is encouraging. He’s in the E.R. so he can only have two visitors at a time, and you need to stay calm and supportive. We don’t want to raise his blood pressure, and if he thinks you’re stressed, it can cause him stress as well.”
“I understand. Can I see him now?”
“Yes, you can bring one person along.”
“Please, Trenton?” Bree asked. He looked at her and held his hand out. She grabbed hold of him and followed the doctor through the double doors.
They made their way down a long white hallway and Bree looked only forward. She could hear weeping from one of the rooms and had to fight the tears choking her throat. She hoped to not have to step foot in another hospital for many years. She knew they saved lives, but being there was draining for her soul.
“Through here. Stay only ten minutes,” the doctor said as he pointed to a closed door. Trenton didn’t hesitate as he quietly pulled the door open.
Bree rapidly blinked her eyes as she saw her larger-than-life father lying in the small hospital bed with wires hanging from his arms. He was so pale, except for his bright red cheeks.
“Dad?” she whispered. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to wake him, but she really needed to hear the sound of his voice.
“Bree, come here, sweetheart,” he croaked, and she rushed to his bedside and sank into the chair, quickly gripping the hand he held out to her.
“I remember, Dad,” she said, needing to tell him. His eyes widened and brightened beneath the bright hospital lights.
“Ah, Baby, that’s so wonderful. I knew it was only a matter of time.” He knew exactly what she was talking about – of course he did, he was her Dad. She sniffled as she gave him a watery smile.
“I promise you, I’m going to be okay. There’s no way I’m going to leave you kids. Besides, I have a brand new grandchild coming into this world who’s going to need a lot of spoiling,” he said with a gentle smile.
“I love you so much, Dad. Don’t you ever scare me like this again,” Bree demanded.