We had to get our car back from the parking dock and all this time he’s still not saying anything but his face is set in stone. I of course start feeling guilty for every mean thought I’d ever had about this poor woman who was even now lying near death.
Was she hit by a car, a truck what? I’m pretty sure it must be a car accident because Haggie drives like she took Kamikaze classes. Then I started thinking of the guilt hubby was gonna feel because he’d been about to leave on a holiday. Then I thought, if this bitch dies she’s going to not only ruin every Xmas I ever have, but because of his guilt she’d be ruling my life from the grave. That last one was maybe not so nice but hey, it’s the truth.
I had the presence of mind to call mom and tell her what was going on so she wouldn’t be standing at the airport waiting for us. She took it rather well, but she did make a very weird statement. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll call the airlines and have them book you on a later flight.” Harsh mom real harsh!
So we drove like a bat out of hell to get to the hospital, Damien still hasn’t spoken word one. We flew through the doors and kept going until we reached the nurse’s station. “Oh are you the son? Thank heavens, she’s been waiting for you.” Oh shit, this is serious. I started getting sick to my stomach again. Damien went to the room they directed him to while I stayed outside because they said she requested only her son. No problem, that stung a little but it’s understandable.
I was a little surprised to find father in law, his misplaced sperm, and the sister in law that I liked. (Her name’s Denise by the way) sitting in the waiting area. Why weren’t these people in there with Broom Hilda holding her hand in her final hour? To top it off nobody was saying anything. I just sat there like a block of ice, or more like a lump of coal since it’s the holidays.
I got tired of it, no one had said what was really going on, not even the nurses come to think of it, and I had no idea what my poor hubby was in that room facing. Was she hooked up to tubes, deformed, what?
I headed back to the nurse’s station for some info. “Look my in laws seem to be in shock or something and no one’s talking. Can you please tell me what’s going on with my mother in law, like how bad is it?”
“Oh it’s nothing horrible like that, you poor thing. She’s just waiting for a psych eval that’s all.” A what, what? My first thought was ‘what poor soul had the misfortune to draw that particular straw at the holiday season? It’d take him more time than he had to delve into her head, he’d be here ‘til next November.
Then she started telling me what all had happened and I felt my temperature rise with each syllable. Apparently the succubus had “threatened” to kill herself. Then she’d locked herself in the bathroom and father in law had panicked and called the cops when he couldn’t get her out. The cops came and by law she had to be admitted to make sure that she wasn’t a danger to herself. Upon entering the hospital all she wanted was her son. Can you say pissed way the fuck off? I wanted to walk into that room and drag Damien out, but then I figured maybe this will show him once and for all what a narcissistic bitch his birth sac was.
So I headed outside to call mom back and tell her what was going on. “That’s fine baby, we got you a later flight in three hours.” Now I understood her cryptic remark, she knew. She went on to tell me how the airline had tried to give her a hard time because it was the holidays and they were fully booked and blah blah blah, her words not mine. But then she’d told them she’d call back and dad had called somebody he knows and half an hour later the airline called her back with a new flight.
I made my way back to the room where no one was still saying anything and took my seat. Denise gave me a weak smile and I tried not to let my anger show at the situation, cause heaven knows what these poor people have been through.
“I don’t know what you’re doing here, it’s not like you’re needed or wanted. This is all your fault…”
“Not now Barbara, this is neither the time nor the place…”