|Tangible Sunshine (standard:other, 1999 words)|
|Author: Hopeless Romeo||Added: Dec 08 2000||Views/Reads: 2268/1364||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's closest to drama, but not quite. In a story spanning just over a month, a dying, infant child struggles to captivate a ray of sunshine, while parents, inwardly struggling with their daughter's rapidly approaching end, look on in pain. 4 pages or so|
Tangible Sunshine Children: the future and frailty, the joy and the headaches of human society as we know it. They present themselves with complete earnestness, never lying, always telling the truth. These vulnerable creatures are completely dependent upon their parents, and also tend to be rather demanding of these beings who brought them into this world. Yet, despite their high maintenance, they can often be easy to please. Smaller children are often fascinated by the simple yet beautiful attributes of this terrestrial sphere which human civilization calls home. Among these attributes of our earth are rainbows, clouds, and sunshine. Visible sunshine, beams of light cast forth from the celestial sun which brings us heat and penetrates the darkness which would otherwise plague our world. The room was unusually hot to Ryan and Melissa Henderson, who sat hand in hand, adjacent to each other, on one side of a small, gray, rectangular table. The room was all white, without any windows. A gray lamp hung from the middle of the ceiling, casting a lurid glow upon the table that had apparently been carefully centered in the room. The chairs were gray fold-out chairs, the atmosphere was uncomfortable and tense, and the young couple sat silently together, waiting, with great anticipation. A doctor walked in, clad all in white save his shiny black shoes which clicked loudly on the floor as he entered, penetrating the painful silence. He bore upon his face a solemn countenance, and his body language reflected similar emotions. This was recognized instantly by the couple, now rendered terrified with anticipation and fear as they waited for the man to speak. The man walked slowly to the side of the table opposite the young couple and took his seat. All these actions were performed with the same surly manner with which he entered. He intertwined the fingers of his two hands to form a single fist, and did his best to meet the anxious gazes of the couple who's hearts he was about to break. After moistening his lips slowly, and looking at the couple to speak, he uttered two simple words, related with a level and emotionless tone that was customary and somewhat required of medical figures in situations such as this one. "It's leukemia," he said, immediately diverting his glare from that of the couple opposite him once he managed the words. Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were hit hard with this revelation. The latter burst into tears which she tried in vain to control, while the former maintained his composure. But despite the differences in their external reaction, this new information, conveyed in two simple words, struck deep into the heart of both members of the pair, and registered as the worst thing either of them had ever learned. After allowing quite some time to think and grieve--although much more would certainly be done in the near future--Ryan Henderson spoke. "This can be treated, right? I mean...she'll recover?" Suddenly a glimmer of hope was cast upon the couple as both looked at the doctor wide-eyed, praying for a response in the affirmative. But the doctor managed to extinguish this faint glimmer when his countenance remained as solemn as before, and he was hardly quick to respond. Finally the doctor made to speak what his body language and facial expression had rendered the inevitable. "It looks like we caught it too late," muttered the doctor in a barely audible yet still level and emotionless tone. "We'll see what we can do, but she probably doesn't have much longer; a month, two at the most." There was now simply nothing left to say. The doctor stood, and walked to the doorway. "What are we supposed to do?" Melissa said between sobs, to no one in particular, doing nothing more than echoing into the void the inquiry which had gripped her mind. The doctor pivoted to face the couple when he heard this. "The best thing to do now, is just make her comfortable," the doctor said, and left the room. He stood outside of the room, leaning back against the wall, listening with pain to the sobs of the couple he had just left. He grabbed his forehead, which suddenly hurt badly. He'd never get used to that. * * * Click here to read the rest of this story (124 more lines)
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