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At the hospital

“Mom why is that man crying?” asked the boy. His mother slowly turned and saw a sobbing man who was now on the floor as doctors talked to him.
“Don’t look son. He’s probably having a bad day” answered the mother as she slowly pulled his son away.

* * * * *

She just finished her rounds and was on her way back to the nurses station when she saw doctors running towards room 502. Her pulse quickened. She started to run.

* * * * *

“Do you love me?” She whispered. “With all my heart,” he answered as he held her hand and fixed the stray hair that fell on his wife’s face. “It won’t be long now. When I’m gone promise me you’ll live. Promise me you’ll love again. I’m sorry for wasting years of your life,” she said as tears suddenly formed in her eyes. “You can’t leave me yet. Hush now my darling, don’t stress yourself and let’s fight this together,” he said as he hugged his wife a little tighter

* * * * *

She liked the patient in room 502. The young lady was nice. She felt sorry for her though, not even thirty but already with a death sentence. The doctors were doing everything they can do to fight the cancer but she’s seen that scene too many times before.

Pill in hand, she was filled with guilt as she prepared for her rounds. She wasn’t sure why she gave in to the lady’s request. “I would be killing her!” She screamed in her head. She couldn’t do it. She kept the pill in her pocket.

* * * * *

He woke up startled at the sudden coldness of the room. He could feel his wife’s fingers still intertwined with his. He kissed her forehead. “Honey you feel a little cold. Let me turn adjust the thermostat” he said as he pulled away from her. “Honey…?” He touched her face. “HELP!!!!!” He screamed.

* * * * *

The moment she opened her eyes she felt it. Something was amiss. She was feeling a little colder than usual.  Pulling her blanket to her chin, she said a little prayer of thanks for another day. The nurses were already outside her door. “If today is the day, let it be with my husband beside me” she silently wished.

17 Comments

  1. Oooooh. Your story is filled with action and strong emotions. Grief. Rush. Sadness. Lost.

    Just so well done, Kat! Great vignettes I would say!

    • Thank you! Coming from you, it means a lot! Yellow bus is still my fave 😉 Galing eh 😛

      • Haha! Salamats ng madami, Kat! You’re equally talented. Alam kong makakasulat ka din ng mas maganda sa Yellow Bus. 😀

  2. What a sad but beautiful vignette. It’s like I was at the hospital, switching from room to room, following their stories. Love this, Kat 🙂

    • Thanks Annie! I had trouble with vignette the last time around I really made an effort this time! 🙂

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  4. This is both heart-wrenching and touching. I think more characterisation would add a sweet touch to your piece, for instance a flashback of their wedding or dates etc. But i understand those are cliches. Still, well done!

    • Hmm.. like maybe in a form of a dream or something? Or should I expand the whole setting and start at their home? Ps. thank you for dropping by and reading it! It means a lot. 😀

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