Corps Security: The Series (100 page)

“Yes . . .” I clear the emotions threatening to bubble over the top with a cough. “Yes, please. I need to see my girls.”

She smiles and asks me to follow her. I take one more look around the room, meeting the eyes of my friends who have proven time and time again that we are just a big family. We love together, we fight together, and most importantly, we’re there when one of us hits rock bottom with no hope of getting up again without support.

When we finally stop walking she asks me to put on a gown, a mask, and some stupid hat to cover my hair. I don’t even question her. Knowing that my girls are just beyond the doorway has me rushing through all of her instructions.

The second I finish scrubbing what feels like every inch of my skin, I turn to her and wait. I try and calm my breathing, but knowing that I’m seconds away from meeting my daughters is making that next to impossible.

“Don’t be alarmed by all the wires. They really are more intimidating than anything. Right now, they’re doing remarkably well for being born this early. I was just looking at their charts before I came to find you. The doctor will go over it in more detail, but those two little girls are some strong little fighters.”

I give her a weak smile, unable to express how much that means to me right now. Hearing that my girls have their mother’s spirit helps that little seed of hope to grow a little larger.

Right before we step into the room I stop her, asking the one question I desperately need an answer to. “My wife, please . . . I need to know how she is.”

“Let’s get you in here to see your girls and I’ll go chase down her doctor for you, okay?”

I nod, take a deep breath, and get ready to see my girls.

There is nothing in this world that can prepare you for the helplessness you feel at seeing your tiny babies with tubes and wires connected all over their small bodies. Everything about them terrifies me. But seeing them in their plastic incubator, the machines telling me that they are very much alive, gives me a small sliver of peace. I would give anything to be able to hold my girls, but for now I’ll settle with the small hole I’m allowed to stick my hand through to feel their skin against my own.

I listen intently when the nurses explained everything they have attached to them and their care plan. Knowing that they have a long road ahead of them is made easier by knowing that there is a clear path to get to the finish line.

I spend the next thirty minutes in there looking at my princesses and stroking their tiny arms and hands, both just a little over three pounds of perfection, and giving my heart over to two more people.

I can’t take my eyes off them, but when I hear a throat clear behind me, I finally allow myself to step away from my girls.

“Mr. Cage.”

I look down at his lab coat. “Dr. Walsh.” I turn to give my girls another look, bending forward and whispering softly to each of them through their incubator, “Be strong, my little warriors. Daddy loves you.”

Once we step into the hall, Dr. Walsh turns to me and doesn’t waste any time. “If you could follow me, I’ll take you to your wife’s room, Mr. Cage.”

“She’s . . . she’s okay?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. He just looks at me with his expressionless eyes. “I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Cage. Your wife is lucky to be alive. She’s suffered extensive head trauma and has three broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken leg. There was some internal bleeding that we were able to get under control rather quickly. Her head injury is the most important thing we’re monitoring right now. We need to make sure we prevent the possibility of a secondary injury that could arise from here on. Your wife was unconscious when she arrived, and at the moment, we have her placed in a medically induced coma. We’ve discovered significant swelling of her brain as well as slight bleeding. So, like I said, that is our main concern right now. Our neurosurgery team will be monitoring the pressure in her brain with a bolt that was already placed and that will help guide the therapy as needed. We’ve started her on a medication called Keppra to prevent any seizures. I can only tell you that she’s in good hands, Mr. Cage. We will be able to tell you more in the coming days, as the next twenty-four hours are the most critical.”

My mouth opens, but no words came out. Trying to process all the medical vomit he just spewed all over me is taking too much energy. I grasp on to the only thing I can—knowing she’s alive and that the rest will fall in place. I keep picturing her beautiful face telling me that she loved me earlier today. Or was it yesterday?

Silently, I nod my head and wait for the doctor to take me to my wife. With every step, I beg God to let me take her place.

CHAPTER 11

Greg

I thought I knew what it was like to live a nightmare.

When I lost Grace, I felt a pain that I hoped never returned.

When Cohen was kidnapped, I felt a hopelessness that crushed my soul.

When I saw my little girls, so achingly small, fighting for each breath, I felt a fear I’d never known I could possess.

When I walk into Melissa’s hospital room and see her hooked to machines, bruised and battered . . . I feel a little piece of myself die.

I’m living a nightmare that I can only pray I wake up from.

It’s hard to put into words how you feel when you see the love of your life like that. I watch her chest rise with each breath, giving me the reassurance that she’s still with me, but looking at her so obviously broken has my knees buckling before I had make it more than five feet into the door.

I feel the doctor pause, waiting to see if he needs to assist me, but I wave him off. Dropping my hands to the floor and letting my head hang, I pray. I scream and plead, once again, for God’s mercy. I can’t lose Melissa. There’s no other alternative for me. She’s mine, and I won’t let anyone take her.

I pull in a deep breath, holding it while I get my courage back together before picking myself off the floor and walking over to the side of her bed.

And that’s where I stay, holding her hand and caressing her soft skin while I listen to the doctor go on and on about her injuries. I try to understand what he is telling me, but with each word that passes his lips, I realize just how very real this is.

His heavy hand settles on my shoulder, but I can’t look away from her beautiful face, I’m trying to see past the swelling and bruises to glimpse the woman I kissed goodbye hours before.

“ . . . time will tell, Mr. Cage. For now, we will monitor your wife closely for changes.”

I look up when I hear him leaving, the door closing softly behind him, and I sit there in the dim light of Melissa’s hospital room and start singing. At first, it’s anything I can think of that she might like, but after a few songs, I just start the humming familiar melody Adele’s ‘Make You Feel My Love’ over and over. The words start to flow without thought while my thumb rubs in small circles against her wrist, my tears rolling down my face unchecked.

God, what the hell do I do now?

CHAPTER 12

Cohen

I don’t like this place. It smells funny, and everyone looks sad. I just want my mommy and daddy. Aunt Izzy told me this morning that it’s okay to be scared and that she was there if I needed a hug. I don’t need a hug. I’m a big boy.

I’ve been sitting here for a really long time, long enough to watch three shows on Uncle Axel’s phone. I hope Daddy comes to get me soon.

The doctors and nurses always run around here like they forgot to turn the oven off. Mommy always does that a lot. Uncle Axel and Aunt Izzy are here watching me, but Nate stayed home with Dilbert and Davey. Aunt Izzy said that Nate is too little to be here. Uncle Beck and Aunt Dee went to go get me some breakfast, but I didn’t want to go with them because I’m waiting on my daddy to come and get me. I’m going to see my mommy soon.

I heard Aunt Izzy on the phone this morning when Daddy called. She didn’t think I could hear her, but she was being loud like Aunt Dee gets when she talks about her silly shoes. She told Daddy that I’m being such a good little boy and that she would take me to him if he really wanted her to. It’s been almost two weeks since my mommy went to sleep and Daddy started sleeping at the hospital with her. I don’t know how long that is, but that’s what Aunt Izzy said. It feels like a really long time.

I miss them, but I don’t tell anyone because I’m being strong like Daddy.

I don’t know why I wouldn’t want to go to my daddy. He makes everything okay. I want to yell at Aunt Izzy when she calls me a little boy. I’m not a little boy. I’m a big boy, and I’m going to use all of my powers to make everything better.

Last night I came to see Daddy and I really didn’t want to leave. My side still hurts, and I’m itchy where they had to tie my skin with little strings after Mommy’s car broke. Mommy would have made it not hurt anymore. Aunt Izzy doesn’t kiss my boo-boos like Mommy does.

Now I’m sitting here in the stinky hospital, waiting on my daddy to come and take me to see my girls. No one will tell me where my sisters are. Aunt Izzy says that they have to sleep in a special clear box like Snow White did so that the germs don’t hurt them while they get healthy. I don’t like my girls sleeping in a box. They need to get better so I can teach them everything I know.

I’m going to teach them how to fight the bad guys, find the best rocks, where Mommy keeps her chocolate, how to paint and color, all the things that make Mommy and Daddy smile, and all the things that make Mommy and Daddy really laugh. Yup, they need to get better so I can teach them everything I know!

I kick my legs some more, letting them swing really fast, and think about how I can make my girls’ box better.

“Hey, C-Man.” I jump when I hear the deep voice, but I smile when I see who it is.

“You scared me, Maddox Locke.” Daddy said that he’s been chasing Aunt Emmy and he’s going to bring her back to us, so I don’t know why he’s here. I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me either. Everyone keeps looking at me like they don’t know what to do with me.

“Brought you something, Cohen.”

I look up and see some red stuff in Maddox Locke’s hand. I can’t wait to get a present. This place doesn’t have anything fun to do. When he unfolds it, I see a cape just like the one the ambulance man cut off of me the other day. I want to smile.

I haven’t smiled since Mommy fell asleep when that truck hit her car. I don’t want to smile. But now I can. I have my power back, and I can help my mommy and my girls.

“Thank you, Maddox Locke.”

“You’re welcome, Cohen Cage.”

He sits down next to me and helps tie my cape around my neck. It feels good to have my magic back. When I didn’t have my cape and my mommy wasn’t there, I got really scared. I didn’t tell Daddy, but I didn’t like being scared.

“You know what’s going on?”

I shake my head at him. “I know Daddy is at the hospital because Mommy is sleeping and my sisters are out of her belly.”

“That’s right, C, and right now your daddy needs to be there for them because they need him real bad. I know you’re really strong so they’re going to need you too, but little dudes can’t sleep at hospitals so I’m going to stay with you for a little while. If that’s okay?”

“Do I still get to see Daddy and our girls?”

Maddox Locke smiles and I smile back, but I don’t know why we’re smiling.

“Yeah, buddy. Your daddy will be out here after he finishes talking to the morning doctor and then we can see about seeing
your
girls.”

“Okay! Thank you, Maddox Locke. I’m happy you’re home.”

I feel better now. I pull the sides of my cape over my shoulders and close my eyes when I feel it tighten across my back. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and wait for Daddy so we can take care of our girls.

We don’t get to see my girls right away. Daddy comes out and hugs me for a really long time. I see him every day, and every day he hugs me like this. Sometimes he squeezes me so hard it hurts just a little, but I like it. Daddy’s hugs always make my sad stop.

“Daddy, do I get to see my girls today?”

He smiles big, but he still looks sleepy. If Mommy wasn’t sleeping she would make him take a nap so he didn’t turn into a grump.

“Yeah, C-Man. I bet we can make that happen today. I’m going to go up and see them in a little while, so I’ll ask the doctor if we can work something out. Do you think it would be okay for Maddox to sit with you while you visit with Mommy today? Just while I run up to see your sisters?”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll take good care of Mommy while you go see Lila and Lyn.” I really want to see my sisters, but I want to spend some time with Mommy.

“Lila and Lyn, huh?” He smiles and for the first time in a lot of days, his smile doesn’t look sad.

“Yup!”

He hugs me again and then picks me up to take me to see my mommy.

Maddox Locke got really bored while I talked to Mommy, so I let him play Flappy Birds on my iPod. I laughed really hard when he got so mad that he threw my iPod. Especially when he called Aunt Dee and asked her to stop at the store to buy me a new one.

“Sorry I broke your toy, Cohen, but Dee’s going to bring you a new one in just a little while . . . Hey, why don’t we keep this between us?”

“Maddox Locke, you’re lucky my mommy didn’t see you throw a fit or you would be in time out for a reallllly long time.” I laugh when his face turns red like Mommy’s does when Daddy says stuff in her ear.

“Right. Wouldn’t want to be in time out, little dude. I’m going to step into the bathroom, remember not to touch any of the cords, okay?”

I wait until he steps into the bathroom before I look back at Mommy. She looks so pretty when she sleeps, even if she still has some bumps and cuts. She’s still the most beautiful mommy in the whole world.

“I love you, Mommy. You’re going to wake up and be so proud of Daddy and me. I’ve been eating all my vegetables and cleaning up my messes. I stay with Aunt Chelcie some. Just when Aunt Izzy has to work and stuff. I don’t know why because Aunt Izzy just plays on her computer. Aunt Chelcie doesn’t really know what to do with me all the time. She cries a lot too, but says it’s horn moans. I haven’t heard of those before, but I hope I never get them. I wish you would wake up, Mommy.”