A Furious Chick

Surgery

Katherine

"Hi, baby." I kissed Brooke on the cheek.

She sat on my chest and it immediately began to ache. I was hooked up to machines. I had the nose plugs in my nostrils that pumped air into me. I was in bad shape. And I know why. I should've came in sooner when my breathing got bad but I was so caught up in work and the girls...I didn't have time.

"Come here." Brian saw me suffering and took Brooke.

"So apparently you revived me?" I said to Brian.

"I did." He nodded.

"With what I said to you, I'm shocked."

"What did she say?" Letty asked.

"Katherine you could probably punch me in the groin and break my heart and I still wouldn't leave you to die." He told me.

I coughed.

"Any idea why you're in here?" Rome asked.

"I do."

Brian looked at me.

"Why?"

"She needs a surgery. The return of fluid is in her chest. It's called pleurodesis." A doctor came in. "I'm doctor West, you can call me Chad."

"Surgery?" Dom frowned.

"Return?" Brian narrowed his eyes.

The doctor put his stethoscope to my chest. "It's definitely back. It said in your chart that you experienced something like this in London."

"True." I nodded.

"The doctor gave you something for it and it went away, also correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, this time, it's bad. Really bad. We need to operate to clear this out or more episodes will happen and you could possibly die. These three beauties are yours?"

"Quinn, Brooke and Ruby."

"I advise you get this surgery. Your kids need their mother." Chad smiled at me. "Who's Brian?"

"I am." Brian raised his hands.

"She's your wife?"

"Yes."

"Ever experienced her get shortness of breath, wheezing while sleeping?"

"A few weeks ago, she had a panic attack. She wasn't breathing right." Brian nodded. "It's happened a few times recently."

"Probably wasn't a panic attack. Probably the fluid getting worse." Chad shook his head. "Amazing job at CPR today."

"Thank you."

"Mrs. O'Connor." The doctor walked back over to me. "We need to begin prepping you for surgery."

I nodded slowly.

"You would have to take some time from work until your doctor gives clearance, no heavy lifting, no drinking or smoking and my favorite thing to tell a patient that's married, no sex until clearance."

"Why no sex?" Tej smirked.

"She's going to need to avoid any activities that could make her basically pant. Sex makes that happen."

"Not for me."

Brian looked at me. He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm kidding! Jesus I can't make a joke while I'm dying?"

"You're not dying today." Chad smiled at me. "I'll have the nurses come. I'll be seeing you soon."