He smiled then, grabbed his tablet, and said, “How about instead of telling you in the office like normally, I share the good news with both of you in her room?”
Nodding, I followed him to her room and felt as though the smile that broke out on my face and seeing Collins looking like she used to before she was diagnosed with leukemia.
I noticed a nurse walk in with papers and I hoped they were discharge papers.
The doc looked at Collins, then at me, and said some of the sweetest words I have ever heard. “The latest scan we did, well, there are no signs of leukemia. Matter of fact, I can safely say that if her scans come back looking this good in another six months, she will be well on her way to remission.”
I sat there, stunned.
This was the news we have been hoping for. Praying for.
“Does that mean I get to go home?” Collins asked with hope in her voice and excitement in her eyes.
“I tell you that you show no signs of cancer, and you are only hoping you get to go home?”
“Well yeah. I get to have mommy-daughter days with my mom again.”
“You’re a good kid, Collins. A very good kid.” The doc said as he held out his hands to the nurse with paperwork.
Please let it be her discharge papers. Please. I chanted to myself repeatedly.
“Well, as soon as the nurse removes everything and your mom signs your discharge papers, you are free to leave.”
Collins jerked her gaze to mine. “Mom, hurry, grab a pen before they change their minds.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
Smiling, I did just that.
And when the nurse started to remove the wires from her body, I stepped out of the room and placed the call. He answered immediately, “Baby girl?”
Smiling through the phone, I said, “She is getting sprung in ten minutes.”
“On the way. Love you.” He said, and I felt everything in me melt, and the asshole hung up the phone before I could tell him I love him right back.
Grinning, I pocketed my phone, then headed to the small closet in her room and grabbed the bag I had stowed in here for when she got to leave.
Pulling it out, I started to lay a pair of leggings on the bed, a Charmander hoodie since it was her favorite, and a pair of toe socks. Yes, they were out of fashion, but my girl loved them. So I made sure to keep her stocked with them without fail.
After we got her dressed, I didn’t alert her to the sound that I heard. She had been in the bathroom using some face wash on her face when they arrived.
The nurse was holding the handles on the wheelchair when she stepped out of the bathroom ready to go. I already had her bag on my back and smiled as she pranced to the wheelchair and sat down in it with glee.
The nurse started laughing at that. “Well, I can see she is definitely ready to bust out of this place.”
We walked out of her room and to the elevators while I hummed a tune when Collins asked with narrowed eyes, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her. I was trying so fucking hard to not let the smile overtake my face, but it was a losing battle.
“Mom, you’ve got that dreamy look on your face.” She told me with those narrowed eyes.
“Collins, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her again, doing my darndest to hide the smile that was trying to overtake my lips.
At first, I had wondered what he had planned, and that was until I heard the rumble of motorcycles about five minutes ago.
As we stepped off the elevator to the ground floor, Collins asked, “Can my mom push me out?”
“I don’t see why not.” The nurse smiled as she gestured for me to take the handles.