Chapter Fourteen: ICU

                                    

                                          
Grace (Mama) POV:
                          
By the time the doctor arrives to give us the news we're all exhausted. None of us have slept or eaten. All we want to hear is some good news.
                          
"We have some good news and some bad news. Clara was brought in with a fever of 103.7 which is way too high. Her breathing was shallow, and she was vomiting. After running several tests and stabilizing her, we found out she has a severe case of Pneumonia. 
                          
"She's currently in the ICU on a ventilator. Along with being on the vent, she's on heavy steroids to help her lungs. It was touch and go there for a moment. We are more concerned about the fluid in her lungs than we are about the fever.
                          
"As we all know, pneumonia isn't harmful to us. But Claras human body can't handle something like this. As to how she caught it I would guess being outside for the first time in eighteen years. Her immune system is weak. 
                          
"Overall, we do think it's a high possibility of a full recovery." 
                          
My mind was whirling. I had to read up on human diseases in high school and know that pneumonia was deadly to young children. My poor baby. 
                          
"When can we see her?" Calisto asks.
                          
"You can see her now if you will follow me?" The doctor replies.
                          
We all quickly follow him down the white halls. We stop outside a door that has two members of our security team in front. 
                          
As soon as the door opens my heart practically stops. 
                          
Clara is laying on a raised hospital bed wearing only a diaper, tubes are inside her mouth and nose, she has a blood pressure cuff wrapped around her right arm, and a heart monitor wrapped around her big toe, and two IV lines running from the inside of both her elbows.
                          
Her eyes are closed but her red hair is soaked through with sweat. Her chubby cheeks are flushed from the fever as well. My poor baby looks like a fucking ghost and I can't do anything about it. 
                          
I walk over to her bed side and sit in the chair that was placed there, gently grabbing her hand.
                          
"Hi baby, mamas here along with daddies. You're going to be okay. Mama isn't going to leave your side for one moment. You just got some bad sickies. When you're all better you can have milky from mama okay? You can have all the milkies you want." 
                          
I didn't realize I was crying till Calisto placed his hand on my shoulder. I turn my neck and see all my husbands are crying. 
                          
They all pull up a chair next to Clara's bed and gently touch her arms, legs, or head. Anything we can reach. 
                          
Eventually Atticus speaks up saying, "I'm having Dominique bring some stuff over for us. Is there anything you guys specifically need?" 
                          
"I need my breast pump, Clara's giraffe, and some milk storage baggies." 
                          
"Anything for you guys?" Atticus asks
                          
"We're good. Just some clothes." 
                          
"Can you tell Dom to grab her blanky as well?" I ask.
                          
"Sure." 
                          
Almost two hours later Dom shows up with multiple bags of our clothes, toiletries, and the items I requested. As soon as he walks into the room I hear him gasp and drop our bags.
                          
He rushed over to Clara kissing her head gently. 
                          
"Oh princess. You're gonna be okay." He whispers into her hair. 
                          
Dom stays for another hour and a half before telling us he'll be back tomorrow. 
                          
I go over to Clara's bag and grab her blanket and giraffe stuffy. Carefully tucking her giraffe under her arm and covering her with the blanket.
                          
"You'll be okay my sweet girl. Mama and daddies are right here." I say while kissing her hot forehead.