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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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From:

wniny.livejournal.com

Chapter 14. Bessie's Illness

It began to get worse in the middle of September. Helen felt ill, and his Helen never felt ill. She was coughing and one morning she just couldn't get out of the bed. ”Are you sure you can take care of the children? I can call in sick...”
”No, no, don't do that...” She coughed. ”I will be fine, just fine.” she said. Maltravers therefore prepared both breakfast and lunch for his family. It wasn't the most nutritious meals, nor did it taste very good but both boys ate with appetite.
”William, promise me to take care of your brother today, mother is not feeling well.” He said and smile towards his oldest son.
”Okay.” William said. ”Why is mom not feeling well?” he asked, with the sincerity that only children can have. William looked a lot like his father. He had blond hair that fell around his angelic, slightly chubby face. But it was going to grow away, because unlike his father William was an active child. Bessie always told Maltravers that he was too active, that it wasn't normal for boys never to sleep and just talk and talk.
”I don't know.” Georges honest answer was. ”If I knew I would be a doctor, wouldn't I?”
William nodded. ”Yes, but you would not be a good doctor, father.” He smiled. ”Because a doctor need to look scary.” Maltravers smiled at that comment and turned to feed Charles who looked like he had banged his head in the food. Maltravers wondered if Charles was ever going to grow up to be somewhat normal.

He spent his whole day worrying, not about Bess, she would be fine if she just got some rest, he was sure about that. But about his boys.
He couldn't really concentrate on the tasks he was given. What if William set fire to the house, or if Charles got squeezed under the sofa. He tried to stay calm, but he rushed home from work faster than usually, just to come home to something he had never seen before. The whole house was messy, toys everywhere. The kitchen looked like it was had been a battlefield. But the boys where alright. Dirty, but alright, Maltravers thought as he gave them a bath, a sandwich and tucked them to bed.
He looked into their bedroom, she was still in the bed, she looked like she had not moved at all. ”Bess, have you eaten anything?”
”No... I am not hungry.” She coughed. ”Just tired.” Maltravers didn't care, if he had only learned one thing at the army it was that one had to eat or one would not be able to fight. He found some leftover chicken that he made a simple soup out of, and he tried to clean the livingroom but quickly realized that he didn't know how to.
She ate his soup, told him that it was horrible, but smiled faintly.

She was sick the next day too, and the next. The young woman next door agreed on keeping an eye on William and Charles, she thought they where adorable.
And he sent for a doctor. The doctor was as one would think doctors should be, tall and with greying hair. He didn't take long. ”Mr. Maltravers.” he said after comming out of the bedroom.
”Yes.” Maltravers said, eager.
”I think that your wife might have pneumonia.” The doctor went down to the stair while telling Maltravers why he thought that Elizabeth had pneumonia. Maltravers did not know much about medicines and the human body, but he did know that... it was deadly. ”I would like to move her to a hospital. She would have a better chance there.” He smiled and patted Maltravers back. ”It will be just fine.”

From:

wniny.livejournal.com

Maltravers had hold many men when they died, hugged them and screamed at them to keep going just a little bit more. He had felt so many bodies go cold and he had shamelessly used them as protection too.
But this was different. He was dressed like if he was going to church, carrying Charles and holding Williams hand. They followed a nurse, who was all to happy and dressed perfectly. The corridors was long and white, everything was white, like if they tried to tell them that everything was alright.
”It's in here Mr. Maltravers.” she smiled and opened the door to yet another bright room.
”Thank you.” he said. There was no mud, or blood in that room. Everything was white and pristine. There was to many white ironbeds in the room, William tried to count them and ended up in 9 and a half or 7000. The nurse accompanied them, still smiling.
His Elizabeth was not going to die like a warrior, stabbed to death, shot to death, or just taken by death. She was being eaten from the inside, killed by something inside of her own body, something to strong for it to fight.
She was so pale, and the white room just made her paler. Her body looked smaller and her face older. ”Mommy!” Charles said and smiled. ”Mommy!”
Elizabeth had to make an effort to show how happy she was. ”Charlie.” she said, her voice was not louder than a whisper.
”Mommy!” Maltravers put him down, took of his own hat, and the little boy reached for his mothers hand. William stood next to him and just looked. Maltravers hugged his arm around him, even though the boy was only 6 he understood that something was not right.
They listened to Charles who gave her his drawings and kissed her and smiled. She smiled back and gently kissed him. He probably talked for all of them for 20 minutes. ”Boys, it's time to say goodbye.”
”No!” Charles said.
”Yes it is, we can get fish and chips for lunch.” He promised. ”Say goodbye to your mom now.” He looked as his boys who kissed their mother and how they said goodbye. ”Could you...” he asked the nurse who nodded, still as happy when she guided the boys out of the room, asking them if they wanted to say hello to a man who didn't have any fingers.
George sat down on the chair next to the bed. ”Bessie.” He said, and took a hold of her weak hand. ”I have always loved you. Even though...”
”It's alright George.” she said. ”I have been thinking so much, when the drugs clear of... I have been...” She stopped, and smiled. ”I forgive you.” she said. ”It doesn't matter that you loved Blenkinsop more than me, because in the end you still loved me.”
”Yes.”
”Please say it.” she asked him.
”I love you, Elizabeth.”
She smiled. ”Take care of the boys for me.”
George looked at her. ”No, you are comming home, Bessie.” He said. ”Not right now, but soon.”
”We both know... know that is not going to happen, George.”
”But it is.” he said. ”If you believe it hard enough, it will become true.”
”And if you clap your hands everything will be good? I am not a fairy, George.” she said. But she looked like one, now more then ever.
”How long?” he asked. He already knew. She had been at that bloody hospital for fourteen days, the doctors said that the turning point should have been after ten days. And she had gotten worse.
”Just days. I feel ready though. I just wish it could...” she coughed. ”could speed up, I hate... hate coughing.” She smiled.
He nodded, and pressed back the tears. He squeezed her hand and smiled. ”Well. Goodbye then.” He said, and reached down to kiss her one last time.

From:

wniny.livejournal.com

It had been the worst fish and chips he had ever eaten in his whole life. But the boys had liked them. Since he had already taken the day off they wandered around in London, played some football in their back garden. (Maltravers realized that it was much harder to do so in a coat and keeping a hat on ones head)

Four days after wards she was dead, on a saturday. He didn't know how to tell them, they looked so happy, even though they were a bit thinner. He sat down with them, they where playing on the floor and looked surprised when he actually sat down with them. ”William, Charles.” He began. ”Mommy is not going to come back home.” He followed the pattern in the carpet with his eyes. ”She is dead.”
William looked at him, then down at the toys again. Charles looked really sad. ”Mommy.” he said. ”Mommy come if Charlie call.” Charles said.
”No Charles. Mommy is with God now.” He said. ”Her soul is with our Father in heaven.” He looked at William. ”It's alright to cry.”
”Was it my fault?” William asked.
Maltravers was startled by the question. ”Of course not, William. She was sick, and then she died.”

Maltravers pulled in a mattress in the boys bedroom where he spent the night, mostly talking to William and insuring him that nothing was his fault. Charles wanted to sleep with him in the middle of the night, crawled up next to him. He hugged his little boy, who fell asleep fast in his fathers arms.

Blenkinsop went to the funeral, only after Maltravers had insured him that is was alright. Helen did not come since she was to busy with Anne, who was almost 5 months by then. ”I am so sorry.” He said when meeting him outside the church. He sat at far back as he could, and he had brought candy to the boys, to give them after wards. Nothing cured death, but caramels helped as a distraction.
Blenkinsop did not need any invitation to help Maltravers serving the coffee and cake to the family and friends. He also told Elizabeth's mother that he would do the washing up after wards. He stayed long into the night, just holding his George who cried and cried for the first time since he had understood that he was a widower. ”She will not be back.” he said. ”The person I shared 10 years of my life with is gone.” He looked up at Blenkinsop who looked just as sad. ”I can't even cook, Albert.” he said. ”No one prepared me for this.”
”Your boiled potatoes are smashing though.” Albert tried to ease his pain with a joke.
”I can boil things, that's it.” he said. Blenkinsop smiled and kissed him. ”Don't do that, don't try to make it better with kisses...” Blenkinsop looked at him, with his large brown eyes, and he looked so adorable. ”She said it was fine. You and me.”
Blenkinsop nodded. ”That's good to know.” And he kissed him again. ”And that she will not come back to haunt you.”
”Don't joke about it, Blenkinsop.” Maltravers said, but couldn't help to smile.
”No, I should get going.” Blenkinsop said after a while, he got up and pulled down his sleeves.
”I need you.” Maltravers said. Albert turned around, ready to take him right there on the sofa, right now in that very moment. He could be quiet. ”But not today.” His heart sank, he sighed, but nodded.
”Of course.” He kissed his George. ”You need to get some sleep.” He helped George up the stairs and then into a pajama, made sure to kiss every inch of his body while doing so. ”Goodnight old bean.” Albert said and kissed him goodnight.
”Good night... my Albert.”
”I could stay.”
”You are lying to yourself.” Maltravers said, looking utterly adorable tucked into bed.
”I'll put the key under the doormat.” Blenkinsop and kissed him again. ”See you soon, old bean.”