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| Topic Started: Dec 3 2007, 02:04 AM (132 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 3 2007, 02:04 AM Post #1 |
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They say that the biggest tragedy in life is when a parent outlives their child. That's not a reality I am going to accept. My name is Detective Jason Summers, and until recently, I lived in my own dream world. I grew up in a little farming community around Radloff City. My mom was a pokemon researcher and my dad was the local sheriff of the community. Growing up, my older brother Alex and I were treated like the princes of our town. My dad was one of the most respected men in the region, and mom was quickly making a name for herself as Opaddeka's foremost leaders in Pokemon research. This all must have gotten to her head though, because when I was seven years old, she told my dad that her career was more important to her than her family, that she wanted a divorce, and walked out on us. My dad was heartbroken, and shortly after my sixteenth birthday, his heart gave out. I bounced back and forth between friend's houses to finish up high school, and put an extra emphasis on my studies. I graduated top of my class, and went on to the police academy, following in my father's footsteps. He would have been so proud. Just before I turned twenty, I met the girl of my dreams, Gwen Monroe. Two years later, we were married, and seven months after that, little Peter was born. My boy means everything to me. He's the reason why I get up in the morning, my inspiration to be the best man that I can be, the only thing stopping me from giving in to my anger. Right after he had turned three, he started to get really sick, though. Leukemia, they told us. He was getting sicker by the day, and since his body had rejected both Gwen's and my own bone marrow, we didn't know what to do. I guess that brings us to the start of my story. Mine isn't as glamorous or carefree as some, but it's a story I figured ought to be told anyhow. It was a cold, early December day as Gwen and I sat in Peter's room at the Hillmoss Hospital. The little guy was fast asleep, although with how sick he was, that could change at any moment. It's sad to think that when we started this whole rollercoaster a year and a half ago that we were so hopeful, so optomistic, but now we spent most of our time crying once he went to sleep. Our marriage has never been more strained, and my outlook on life has never been bleaker. The door opened, and Doctor Kent in, same dreary look as every day, hugging his clipboard for dear life. He was a good man, and I know that he cared about Pete and didn't want to see him like this either. Every time he came through that door though, I knew it wasn't good. "Mr. Summers, Mrs. Summers." He began, professional as always. He cleared his throat. Whatever he had to tell us, I knew from the second I saw his face it wasn't good. "The treatments are all failing, and neither of the transplants have worked at all. I'm genuinely sorry to say thing, but we're out of options." Gwen started crying silently but forcefully as she sunk deeper in her chair. I looked at Dr. Kent with eyes that must have told him that I was going to kill him, because he started to back away. "What do you mean you're out of options?" I spat angrily. My son is not going to die on me. I refuse to accept that as a possible outcome of this whole event. "Mr. Summers, I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do. The treatments aren't working, you're almost out of money, your insurance is refusing to cover any more of treatments. All we can do now is make him as comfortable as we can." I got out of my chair with enough force that it flipped over, and stared out the window for a second as I tried to stop the tears from flowing down my face. Gwen needs me to be strong, I can't let her see me like this. And what if Pete wakes up? I can't explain to my little boy why his dad is such a mess. I punched the wall as hard as I could to release the frustration, then started to berate the doctor. "No. I'm not going to accept that. There has to be something I can do, anything. I'll do anything to save him. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it." "Mr. Summers, I --" "TELL ME!" "MR. SUMMERS, I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do. With no more money and no more relatives that could produce a viable marrow sample, we are out of options." That much was true. We had already taken out our third mortgage on the house to pay for the treatments, and even that was running out. All of Gwen's immediate family had passed away, and with my brother unreachable out on his 'pokemon journey', we didn't have anyone who could do anything about it. Except one person. "Doctor, if I could find an immediate relative, could you try a transplant from them?" Gwen looked at me puzzled, and the doctor took a breathe. "We could certainly try, but you told me yourself you didn't have -" "Let me worry about that. All I need to know is that you could." Doctor Kent nodded his head, and I grabbed my jacket from my chair. Putting it on, I went over to where Peter lay, and tried to compose myself. I no longer had to worry about crying, my anger had seen to that, but I wanted to make this right. "Hey there, buddy. It's me, Dad. I have to go away for a little bit, but I promise I'll be back soon. I'm gunna make you better, bud. I swear it." I kissed his forehead, then went to kiss my wife. She begged me not to go, but I couldn't listen to her. "Where do you think you can go? We don't have anyone else!" "We have one person, someone I swore I would never see again. But I guess after twenty years you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Make him as comfortable as you can, I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't let anything happen to our little boy." I didn't listen to Gwen or the Doctor as I went out the door. I guess there are just some times in a father's life when you have to take the high road to do what's best for your child. *End of House Post* (OOC: I know it kinda sucks, I'm pretty new to the whole roleplaying thing. I know you are supposed to get a Pokenav and Escape Rope here, but I'll get them at the lab. Just tell me how much money is in Jason's wallet when he walks out the door. Thanks!) |
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| Shadowheart | Dec 3 2007, 03:56 AM Post #2 |
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0.3 ![]() Its actually very good for a first time. o.o Anyway, since you're getting your junk at the lab, you'll only be holding about 4500z in that thar wallets. Go get a job lolz. |
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Party APL: 38 ![]() Thanks Mira for the sig! ^^ | |
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| Deleted User | Dec 3 2007, 09:51 PM Post #3 |
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Thank you! I'm not really sure if I'm doing this right, but I give you .2 general experience! Thanks again! |
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