Quarantine swipe

Sick

3 days.

3 days I've been in this hospital. In this bed, isolated, with no tv, not anything. Just me, my phone and my IV.
At some point I think I started talking to the IV.
There were some good moments where I felt lucid and healthy. But then there were the moments where I didn't had the effect of the meds and I felt like I was choking, dizzy and without strength. I felt a little better every day but still I was really ill.
I was still scared of dying, of getting intubated, of my lungs loosing strength and that I had to be connected to an artificial machine.
I tried not to think negative thoughts, I tried to be positive and tried to think of what I was doing when I got out of here.
And my perfect scenario was me running out of here directly to Emerson's apartment, knocking his door like crazy and kiss the hell out of him.
Yes, all my feelings were out for him, I don't know if it was the fact that I was all here alone, agonizing, or the thought that I might die. But if something was clear now it was that I wanted him, badly, desperately.
I wasn't holding my feeling any longer. I was going to live my life the way I wanted, I was going freed myself from the prison. I was going to go clean on him. Drug dealer or not, I didn't care, I loved this man with all my strength. And he has shown me this last couple of days that he truly cares about me, he's been texting me non stop. Everyday, at every hour, asking me how I was feeling, texting me funny things to entertain me. He was the best person I've ever met.

My mom and Noah texted me too. I couldn't speak on the phone a lot because I got tired even of speaking.
My mom was worried sick about me, everyday she cried over the phone and that's another reason why I  didn't  answer her calls anymore, only her texts. I couldn't hear her crying one more time. As much as I loved her, her moping made me sad and worried. And it didn't have me hopes. And right now I needed all the hope I could get.
Sometimes I got tired of texting too. I slept almost all day, it was so awful having this fucking virus. It was so weird how everybody has different symptoms, and I certainly don't know why I got it that bad, when I truly take care of my health a lot, I exercise, I ate healthy food, I ain't got any diseases, and I was only 26 years old, I mean I was only the 1% of the population like me that ends up in the hospital.

Dr Harry's entered my room with a clipboard on his hand. He has come daily to check up on me and the incredible nurses come every 2 hours. I admire so much the people working here at the hospital, wearing those horrible uncomfortable suits and coverups everyday must not be easy, watching people die everyday must be really traumatizing.

"Let's se how my youngest patient is doing" dr Harry's said as he approached me.
I smiled, he was the best, I came to really like him, he was a sweet old man. And I felt so safe when he was around.
I smiled and straightened myself as he approached.
He put on his stethoscope and started checking my heart an lungs.
"Take a deep breath" he said as I took a big breath and coughed a little
"You're getting better" he said then added "Maybe 2 more days and you'll be out of here, the medicine is working on you".

I smiled at the relief I felt.

2 more days.

That was my ray of hope.

2 days.

And I finally will get out of here and go running to see Emerson and tell him that I love him.

I text my mom to tell her the news. She was so excited to hear about the few day I had left here and that I was getting better.

Later that day, I was trying to sleep when I heard someone approaching.
I opened my eyes to see a nurse, I couldn't see her face, because the mask she was wearing, but I recognized her blue eyes. Her tired blue eyes. They had been the eyes that had taken care of me every day in the last days.
"When do you rest?" I asked her
I could see she was smiling because of her eyes and cheeks.
"When I can"
She said she checked my IV.
"Your medicine is almost over, let me go get you another one"
"Oh I'm sorry, I almost forgot"  she said returning to my bed, then she pulled something from the bag of her scrubs.
I little cardboard bag.
"Someone sent you this" she said as she handed the bag to me.
I opened the bag to find two things
First a note that said
HOPING TO TEACH THOSE POOR EARS OF YOURS

then in small words it said

HANG IN THERE
YOURE ALMOST HOME
MISS U
E.

My heart melt a little with those words. Miss U, I missed him too. Like crazy.
I'm almost there. I couldn't wait to be there.

The second thing that was on the bag was an iPod.
It was filled with songs. Horrible songs like the ones that were pounding through my walls, that hideous sound.
Who the hell listens to this?
It was like someone was dying in there.
But then I found some of the artist that I liked, like Michael Buble and coldplay. That was good music.

And I couldn't help but to smile.