Show Me Land
Ok guys, I couldn't resist! I wrote this last night and I was dead tired so sorry if it's not so good. But I sprinkled a little Tam cuteness in there so I hope I'll earn your forgiveness :D
"But that means-"
"The alcohol was a coincidence." Harrows nodded and my eyes flew to Sam. She sat in silence, taking in the information.
"Do we know how severe the damage is?" I asked, eyeing Sam all the while.
"Well, we know that she's had psychological and neurological symptoms-"
"Yes, irritability, headaches, mood swings...Have you gotten the liver function test results back yet?"
"No, but I told Nurse Collier to hurry them up." he replied and I nodded.
Good, I thought. He knew that it was important. And his attitude was becoming more acceptable.
"I'll go check how long they'll be." Harrows threw one of his rare friendly smiles in our direction and left. I looked over at Sam.
She was still sat in the same position, as if in a daze. I moved over towards her but she turned from me.
"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" I rubbed her back reassuringly.
She turned back to me, guilty tears glinting in big eyes.
"I'm so sorry." she started to cry, her whole body convulsing with each sob. Her head was bowed, hiding her face from me.
"Sam. Look at me." I lifted her chin, searching her face.
"This isn't your fault. Wilson's Disease is an inherited condition. You know that."
"No, I'm sorry for drinking. I should have told you. I should have stopped..."
"Everything's going to be alright." I shushed her and caressed her cheek.
"We'll get through this together. I'm not mad at you, don't ever think that. I love you." I smiled at her and she looked at me apologetically.
"I love you too...I was so scared. I didn't know how you'd react. I thought you'd leave me then and there." she buried her face in my chest and I rested my chin on her head.
"Sam, I could never leave you. Not because of a silly mistake that you made. You're my fiancée." I reminded her and she smiled weakly.
"Now, when Harrows gets back here, we'll find out exactly how bad the cirrhosis is and what the course of treatment will be." I spoke and she lifted her head, looking at me.
"I'm scared, Tom."
"Don't worry, I'm here. I'll always be here." I whispered into her hair as she pressed her cheek into my chest again.
In that instant Harrows entered the cubicle, his face grave with the news he had for us.
"Dr Harrows?" I looked at him expectantly.
"It's not good."
He looked at Sam, whose eyes had grown big with fear and anxiety. I gave her a reassuring kiss on the forehead and pulled Harrows outside.
"Could I see the test results?"I wasn't even asking any more. It was just a formality.
Reluctantly, Harrows handed me the sheets of paper that had been neatly tucked under his arm.
Her bilirubin was elevated, her albumin was extremely low as was the serum total protein level. In other words, her liver was in the gutter.
"She needs a new liver. I've already put her on the transplant list but it's unlikely she'll get one in the near future." The news hit me like a bullet in the stomach.
"Test my blood. If I'm a match, I'd like to make a live donation."
"You'd want to give half your liver?"
"Of course, she's my fiancée." I looked at him, not quite understanding why he'd asked.
"Alright. Let's go into a separate cubicle." he led me to cubicle 8 closed the curtain behind me and gestured for me to sit on the bed. I did so and he fished for a needle and cannula in the trolley next to it. As he looked for them, he tossed me a tourniquet. I rolled up my sleeve quickly and tied the band around my upper arm, making a fist and watching as my veins started to bulge.
Harrows came around the bed, attaching the needle to the cannula as he walked and dipping his hand into his pocket. He got out a little vial to fill with my blood and I wondered if it had been in his pocket all this time.
"There we go." he straightened my arm and carefully slid the needle into my vein. There was almost no discomfort; he had had practice. It was quite a surprise to me, since this procedure was usually performed by a nurse. His fingers undid the tourniquet and as he positioned the cannula and removed the needle, I opened my fist to let the blood run freely. Slowly it trickled into the vial that Harrows had placed beneath the cannula. As it almost reached the top of the vial, he removed the cannula and dabbed at the entry wound with a cotton swab to stop the bleeding. He gave me the swab to press onto the wound and closed the vial.
"I'll send this up to labs, we'll have the results in a few hours." and with that he left.
Just a couple of hours until I knew if I could save Sam's life or not. God help me, I needed to know. And if it was the last thing I did. I'd give my life for this woman, if it came to that. I'd do anything...