Part 17
"Mr Mcdermott, im afraid your son has been put in intensive care. His Asthma attack was so bad that he lost consciousness and was unable to resume breathing for a dangerous amount of time. There is possibility of some damage to the brain but we are unable to tell until he regains consciousness. We did however manage to remove the marble from his and your friends nose with little problem. Your friend will need an ice pack applied every 20 minutes for 5 minutes at a time for the next 2 hours to help with swelling. Keep an eye on him to make sure he doesnt stick his finger up there because its likely he wont be able to get it out again."
I was completly shocked... you could get your finger stuck up a swollen nose? Hang on... My son was unconscious... he could have brain damage. God this was all time fault.
Tim walked out to greet us and i was angry at him... i really was.
"Tim, the doc said you should stick your finger up your nose to help the swelling"
"Oh Ok, thanks mate" He said and i instantly felt guilty. Of course by the time i realized this he had put his finger in his swollen nostril.
"Umm... Paul... I... I cant get it out."
So... i called for the doctor and he came out, chastised me for not keeping a close eye on him and took Tim away saying something about having to make an incision. I stood there, a tear streaming down my face at the thought of that innocent little boy and felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Paul... are you ok" Nicole asked in a small, weak voice and all i could do was nod. We had nothing to say, so we kissed. it was probably the best kiss iver ever had. One full of a plethora of emotions all blended into one burst of electricity. We held eachother as close as we could as we explored the amazing sensation that was being generate from our acts. We didnt even hear the nurse telling us we could see Randy.
it made me think... was i ready for a kid?
part 18
