Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

Weeks and weeks went by, and life was nothing but great. Frank and I were as happy as can be, waiting for Bandit’s appearance. We kept the door to her finished room closed because it made me extremely impatient. There were now only 9 weeks until Bandit will be here. We continued to get updates from her and the lawyer and I even went to her last appointment. Frank had to work. I got my ultrasound pictures, and it’s definitely a girl. Bandit’s healthy. Lindsey’s Healthy. Life was great.
I was in my office, sketching a few comics when I got a phone call. I looked at my phone and it was Lindsey’s lawyer. He called for the weekly update yesterday.
“Gerard!” He yells over the phone.
“Yes?”
“It’s Lindsey. She’s been stabbed. She started a fight. She’s on the way to the hospital. Get there now. You’ll be allowed access to make decisions about the baby!” He says it all in one breathe. I start to panic. And hang up. Frank. I have to call Frank. I dial his number while getting my keys, he’s not picking up, but when I open the door, he’s there, trying to open it too.
“Hey, baby.” He beams, his smile quickly fading when he sees the tears that have started to form.
“Car now. Bandit needs us.” For a second I think he’s gonna smile again, but I think he realized its bad. We both sprint to my car and drive to the hospital, speeding like a bat out of hell.
We again sprint to the front desk, asking for Lindsey Bellato. The nurse says something about Urie’s nurse waiting for us.
We run through the doors to see a blonde woman standing infront of the doors.
“Guys! You can’t go back there. Lindsey was stabbed in the back. It did not harm to the baby, but the blood loss and shock Lindsey suffered is. Dr. Urie just went in for an emergency c-section. He believes, though the baby is not fully developed, that she will be fine after a few weeks in the nursery.”
“Why did you have to deliver Bandit?” Frank shouts.
“If we kept the baby inside Lindsey, Lindsey wouldn’t be able to recover, dying, and if the mother died, the child would die also.” The nurse explains.
“So, Bandit will be okay?” I ask her, breathing heavy.
“Yes, sir. Your daughter should be fine.”
“And Lindsey?”
“We won’t know her condition until the c-section is over. Delivering the baby should increase her chances of her surviving.”
“But not guarantee it.”
“Yes sir.”
The nurse then walks away and I’m left a sobbing mess. I want Bandit to be okay. And I want her to know her mom, even if it’s not as her mom. She can be Aunt Lindsey or something. But she deserves to know her. Lindsey deserves to know Bandit. What if Bandit doesn’t make it? What if all me and Frank have done and been through is for nothing. A huge house. For nothing. What would it do to me if Bandit doesn’t make it? I can’t even fathom life without my baby girl and I’ve never even met her.
Frank puts his arm around me, and I look up at him. He’s crying too. He’s probably having the same thoughts as me. He loves Bandit as much as I do and he’s choosing to be her father by choice. There’s no blood or any other connection besides love that is making him do this.
I cling onto Frank’s hoodie.
“It’s going to be arlight.” I tell him.
“Yeah, it will be.” He reassures the both us.
And we stay there for what feels like hours. At some point we sank to the floor, still holding each other. Our tears never stopped, only slowed.
We see the doors swing open and 3 nurses are joggingaround something that looks like a… what is tha- it’s a incubator! That’s Bandit. There pushing my baby!
“Bandit!” I call after the nurses but none of them looking back. I look over to Frank who’s smiling, and I realize I am too. It’s only a few seconds of wanting to run after my child when Brendon comes.
“Gentlemen.” He says calmly.
I start to panic. “Is she okay? Is Bandit okay? Is she?”
“Gerard, she’s going to be fine. She’s underdeveloped, but she’s where, with the proper care, she can fully develop. She’ll probably need to be here for a few weeks.” He tells us.
I start to feel my breathing calm down.
“When we can hold her? Or at least see her?” Frank ask.
“Well, you shouldn’t hold her today. She needs to be in strict care right now. However, you can go see her in about 15 minutes after they clean her and place her in a proper incubator.” I hear Frank sigh. He looks at me, smiling.
“And the birth certificate?” I ask.
“Yes. We’ll have her weight, and height for you soon and you may go do that. We have prepared a special form for you. There’s no place for the mother. Only two fathers.”
I smile at Frank, who grabs my hand and squeezes it. Then that reminds me.
“Ohmygod, Lindsey! How’s Lindsey?” I panic again. Frank wraps his arm around my waist, soothing me by rubbing circles into my hips.
“She lost a lot of blood, guys. She’s still not conscious. She hasn’t been since she’s gotten here. She’s going through transfusions now. I hope that’ll kick start her. If she doesn’t wake up soon, I… I’m-I’m afraid she’s falling into a coma. Her back and stomach are stitched up now.”
I drop to my knees in that moment. The world shuts down around me. I can still here Frank talk to Brendon.
“What is her chances of not going into a coma?”
“Slim.” Urie answers.
“And her chances of coming out of the coma fine?”
“50/50, Frank.” I hear footsteps and then feel arms wrapping around my legs and back. Frank’s carrying me. I’m sat down on a soft couch. My eyes are closed.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I don’t love her anymore.
That’s a lie. I will always love Lindsey. But now she’s a friend that I happened to have consecutive sex with for three years that I love like a friend.
I guess people get like this when friends are dying. Of course they do, Gerard.
The mother of my child. Dying.
I hear someone talk to Frank, but can’t understand them through my thoughts. Then Frank’s lips are at my ear.
“Baby. We can see Bandit.”
That is all I needed to get out of my trance of sadness. I look up at him, and he’s smiling.
“C’mon, Gee. Let’s go meet our little princess.” The thought of seeing my little girl is all I need to get up. Like I wasn’t just an emotional wreck on the floor. I grab Frank’s hand and we start to walk to the nursery.

Notes

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