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"Gilbert, its time." Those words had been said many times before to the
experienced doctor, but only four times before had they ever made him nervous
and this fifth time made him more so than ever. Anne was getting older, although
she would not admit it, and this pregnancy had been harder on her than even
The labor was long and all Gilbert could do was pace. Soon into the time, Dr.
Parker was called from Lowbridge as well as an extra nurse. Gilbert had
discovered that not only was the baby early, it had not turned yet. Gilbert
didn't trust himself, his hands were shaking, he want from steady doctor to
hysterical husband in a matter of minutes. Susan had taken the other children
over to Mrs. Marshall Elliot's to spend the night, so they would not hear the
screams of their mother and think she was hurt in any way. Susan also paced, but
she took her place with Mrs. Parker in the kitchen, heat water and rags for the
doctor and the nurses. There was no worse assault on Gilbert's senses than Anne
in pain. Her screams ripped through his ears, the look of pure agony on her face
made him turn away and the pressure she put on the hand she held allowed him to
physically share in her pain. Parker glanced up at Gilbert after a while and the
solemn look in his eyes was not good news to Gilbert. As a doctor, he reasoned
that fate had inevitably caught up with them, as a husband he pleaded that
something could still be done. The husband won. Screams filled Ingleside far
into the next day, but next day by supper, there was a new member of the Blythe
family. Shirley Gilbert Blythe. He was small, but his lungs were big. There was
no worry for the doctors with him, it was his mother that cause them distress.
Anne was weak from the many hours of labor. That was all Dr. Parker could
determine. She was pale and frail, but bed rest would solve that. Gilbert knew
that Parker was right, but he still worried about Anne. Hence, Dr. Blythe sent
the weary Parker's home and Gilbert went to sit at his wife's side until she
Susan took care of Shirley, washing him, wrapping him in a blanket, making sure
he was perfect for Mrs. Dr. Dear; Susan didn't know just really how bad Anne
The children were kept at the Elliot's for another couple days, and after that,
the Ford's, hearing the news, came up to the house of dreams, taking the
Gilbert kept a faithful watch. He rarely left Anne's side, but despite his
presence, Anne failed to get better. All that happened was that she got weaker.
Anne was thin to begin with and those that did not know her original weight
would have called her ghostly, in fact everyone except Gilbert called her
ghostly. He simply said that she was wan from the difficult birth. However, Anne
finally reached a point of sickness, to where even Gilbert could not deny the
grim reaper loomed. In the beginning, she had just been weak, but soon she
caught a fever. This made her delirious and she tossed and turned her head.
Still, Gilbert did not leave her side, his vigil merely grew stronger. Parker
worked around him as he clung to Anne's hand. On her worst night, Parker left
shaking his head, telling the nurse that Mrs. Blythe wouldn't make it through
the night, such a shame.
Gilbert heard this, and he lost any doctor that was left in him. He became the
boy who had been hopelessly in love with Anne since childhood. He left his seat
for the first time in what seemed like an eternity and fell to his knees. He
still clutched her hand, but he laid his head next to her, as if to whisper in
her ear, and his pleading did start as a whisper.
"Anne," he whispered to her sleeping form, which for the first time in three
days was not fitful, he knew that either the fever would break that night or the
next morning he would be a widower, "Anne girl, you can't leave me. Do you hear
me?" As he begged, his voice became louder and cracked more with the oncoming
sobs, "I can't live without you. You know that. But I can't go with you, Anne. I
won't leave the children, and we have a new son Anne, Shirley. We haven't had
enough time Anne. We still have too much to experience in life together. We have
to grow old together. We have to see our children grow up." His cries had
reached their crescendo, "Anne, please Anne, I love you too much to lose you.
You can't die. You cannot . . ." and from that point on his words became
inaudible, and he cried himself to sleep still touching her hand.
He woke up in the middle of the night to find that Anne was once again in the
throws of a fitful slumber. The fever had not broken, in fact, from Gilbert's
estimation, it seemed much higher. Still on his knees, Gilbert folded his hands
and looked skyward.
"Please don't take her away! I know that you know best, but how can five
children losing their mother be for the best? And I need her. I need her so much
it hurts. I need her, want her, and most of all, I love her so much. We've
barely had any time together, compared to the time we've waited. Please don't
take her. I know that must sound redundant, but too many people need her down
here. She is too important. She is the light of my life as well as the
children's." His prayer were interrupted by Anne's delirious screams.
"You cannot take her God, you cannot . . ."
He stood up and went to care for his wife.
"Anne-girl, I'm here. What is it Anne?"
"I just wanted to say congratulations on finishing first."
He had no idea what she was talking about. All he could piece together was that
she was dreaming of their school-hood days.
Indeed, she was, except Anne was not reminiscing, she was trying to make things
right earlier. However, even the delirious know the past cannot be changed. But
to the delirious the past was the present and therefore ripe for the altering.
"You called my hair, Carrots, how can I forgive you? Thank you very much for the
ride, no if you will kindly row me to shore. Thank you very much for the Avonlea
school. Of course, I'll marry you, you know I've always loved you."
This regressing was scaring Gilbert and it took all his willpower not to shake
her. Instead he resumed his position, kneeling next to the bed, holding her
hand, speaking into her ear.
"Anne wake up, please. Anne wake up, you need to wake up . . ." This continued
until Gilbert lost all his remaining strength and fell asleep.
Anne did indeed wake up, some hours later. Her throat was dry, but she was
feeling considerably less tired. She could not speak, but she managed to put the
hand that held hers, startling Gilbert awake. He stood up quickly.
"Anne, your awake!" He put the back of his hand to her head. "You're fever
She looked at him questioningly.
"You were in a delirious fever for almost four days. Do you want water?"
She shook her head yes. He went to retrieve the water and came back with a glass
and helped her drink. While he was bent down, she slowly pulled an arm around
his shoulder, pulling herself up so she could whispered in his ear.
"I love you enough to live.
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