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Barbara

 

Johnny

 

Even The Darkest Night Will End
This is my attempt for the quotes challenge. All mistakes are mine.

 
Murdoch sat at his deeply unconscious younger son's bedside, watching his stillness. Days earlier, Johnny had been very badly hurt in a fall. Dr Jenkins had done all he could at the time. Now it was just waiting to see when or if he would wake. Murdoch sat pleading for Johnny to come back to them.  "I can't lose you again, son." 

He walked around Johnny's room thinking how his world was shattered when Maria stole Johnny from him. He had spent many nights sitting in the dark in this, his baby's room, grieving for his child and cursing his wife. Memories aside, he checked on Johnny, seeing no change.

Deciding to get some air, Murdoch stepped to the window. He noticed there was no moon that night. Everything was dark, still and quiet, hearing only the lonely howl of a coyote in the distance calling for its lost mate. This added to Murdoch's sadness. Loss.

He had lost so much in his life that he closed his heart off, turning cold. When his sons returned home, his dark cold life became brighter, and his heart lighter. Now he looked at his deathly still son and the darkness crept into his soul again.
 
As he stood at the window staring out into the darkness, tears streaming down his haggard face, Murdoch started praying. " I have had so little time with my boys. Please don't take this one from me. I know I am selfish, but I have only had him with me for such a very short time. I got to know what a wonderful kindhearted young man he became, in spite of his tragic, abused and lonely childhood. He deserves a chance for the life he should have had. He should have the chance to love, marry, have children, grow old with his family. Don't take that from him."

Murdoch returned to Johnny's bedside for another night of waiting and praying, hoping somehow sleep would come to him, at least for a short while.
 
Early in the morning, Murdoch was awakened by a soft touch on his hand. He awoke, finding the most wonderful sight he could imagine. Johnny's beautiful blue eyes were looking back at him.

As Johnny reached for his hand, Murdoch fell on his knees at the side of the bed, grabbing Johnny in a fierce hug. This time tears of joy spilling down his face. "My son, my son! Thank you God, for giving us our chance in life". 

Unable to speak due to the rubber tube Dr Jenkins placed to aid in feeding and administering medicine, Johnny pointed to the window smiling, looking at the bright morning sun. Murdoch was smiling back saying "Yes son, it is a glorious sight." 

Murdoch thought back to the dark night before, and now the beautiful morning dawning. He thought back to something he read years ago, and so fitting now. "Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will shine." Johnny looked at him confused. Murdoch smiled and told his son "Just thinking out loud. Sleep my son, you will be seeing bright sunlit days for many years to come".

 

 

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