Chapter 57

                                    

                                          


                          
When we got to Sarah's room there was another little girl on the other bed, Sarah wasn't alone anymore, so we assume Sarah was really doing better because she was allowed to have company. The other girl was around Sarah's age, but her head was totally bald, and I knew her illness was even worse than my daughter's. James clutched against my hand when his gaze fell on her and he looked rather shocked, but he recomposed himself in seconds and her mother was sat at her bed and she looked at us.
                          
"Good afternoon." We said at the same time and she greeted us with a nod and sad swollen eyes.
                          
"Dad!" Sarah yelled and James shot her a huge smile.
                          
"Hey princess." He said holding her close and picking her up. He hugged her for some time, and I knew he was thanking God she didn't have the same illness as her roommate. I kissed her after, and she also hugged me tight.
                          
"This is Trish, she came here today." She told us excited to have a company her age.
                          
"Hi Trish." James spoke to her and the girl blushed and didn't say a thing. James looked back at Sarah who shrugged.
                          
"I told her who you are." Sarah exclaimed.
                          
"She is very shy." The mother explained.
                          
"There's nothing to be shy of." James still spoke to her and she smiled at him.
                          
"How old is she?" I asked.
                          
"She's also 10." Said the mother.
                          
"It's gonna be alright." I tried to comfort her, and the mother nodded.
                          
"Yeah...she's gonna be fine." She said caressing the girl's head, but I felt so much insecurity in her words.
                          
"Are you feeling better dad?" Sarah asked James.
                          
"I am doing fine sweetie; I am sorry I couldn't come here yesterday. I promise I won't fail again."
                          
"It's ok daddy, you're here now." Sarah said clutching against his neck, surrounding him with her tiny arms. James held her back and kissed the top of her head. "I made a new drawing this morning." She said excited. "Look at this." Sarah searched for her new drawing in the middle of a pile of papers she had on her nightstand and then showed it to James and James turned it to me. She draw the stage and in big letters above it, it was written Metallica.
                          
"Wow...these are awesome!" He commented with me. "Great creativity from her."
                          
"So?" She asked expectantly.
                          
"Wonderful sweetie." I said ruffling her hair. James did the same and she giggled. Slowly our daughter was coming back. We spent as much time as we could there, better say as we were allowed, then we left back home, and we walked together with Trish's mom back to the car.
                          
"So, what's the matter with your daughter?" She asked us.
                          
"It's aplastic anemia, she needs a bone marrow transplant. Yours?"
                          
"Leukemia." She said. I had imagined the little girl had something like that, because she didn't have any hair and she had a catheter where she probably received chemotherapy. "She's waiting for a donor." She said.
                          
"You don't have any more kids?" James asked her and she shook her head. "The doctor suggested that we have another kid because there is a chance that the baby is compatible." He continued.
                          
"Yes, he said the same to me and my husband, but I can't have any more kids." She said and my gaze searched for James's in seconds. What if we had that problem? At least, we still have our chance. I could imagine the despair of that mother...supposedly having less time than we did and not having the chance to provide it faster.