Three kisses and a tear

Chapter One.

 The smell of disinfectant really got to me.... infact, it was so bad I had to ask the doctor for a surgical mask just to shield my nose from ingesting the agony. I look like I'm dying with all the pipes and oxygen tanks and other sick-people stuff attached to me. There was one that they attached a few minutes ago that runs from this big metal contraption and goes up my chest, pierces my flesh and goes all the way to one of my lungs. It's horrible.

Mum has been on life support for a week now...... I think. She can't talk, walk move or even hear a thing. Her spine has more pipes than I do attached to her. I've seen her only once since.... she looks strong.. But things have probably changed since my last visit to her.

I can hear distant footsteps, each one getting louder and slower as they approached. I can hear slight mumbling as well. 'She's alive? Will she be fine?' I overhear someone like my dad mumble. He sounds surprised.. Almost like he didn't believe that I would make it. Before I could eavesdrop any longer, I hear the door cringe slightly and I notice a head queering through the door creek.

“My love.. How are you feeling?" a quivering voice asks. I try to reply but no sound comes forth from from my mouth. From the shadows... a weary man approached... streaked in such heavy daylight his figure was unnoticeable. I try to lift my head when a sudden bolt of pain sears quickly down my head running excruciatingly in my spine. An unexpected scream leaves me and echoes through the room.

“Don’t move...you'll hurt yourself," he mumbles again, emerging from the light and stretching out his hand to stroke my hair. I immediately noticed his brown curls and hazel eyes. 

I smile.

“I’m so glad you woke up... we were giving up on you...” he said before pausing. His voice shaking and eyes brushed with tears. Wait... did he just say woke up? What happened to me?

“Woke up?" the words crept unexpectedly from my mouth again.

“You were in a comma” my dad whispered

“I was in a comma! For how long? When is today?" I remarked in utter shock. My eyes drifted to a corner table corner where my iPhone lay. I was shocked to see that it was still living. I extended my right arm slightly to reach for it.

'Twelfth May' I read. I felt my pupils dilate and my jaw drop. I've been unconcious for three weeks!

"Dad..... Three weeks?" I raised my eyes to look at him, but he had already left.... and his presence  replaced by a nurse with pretty blond hair and massive blue eyes and full red lips.

“I know what you're thinking...” she said struggling about with a food tray and the door.

"You're thinking that I'm a typical blond stereotype who is probably dumb and whatnot....and I know you don't think its fine to handle your medicine but..." she added sounding vague, and hurt.

"Not at all... infact, I thought you were rather ravishing," I said as kindly as I possibly could. I smiled at her and she returned the favor. 

“So Miss Alia... how are you?" she said.

“I’m okay I guess. I do feel allot of pain when I move though...” 

“That’s normal.... just don't move." she told me

The world seemed to freeze for a moment as I stared through the glass pane.

“Who is he?” I said pointing outside at a boy who stole a glance at me as he walked by.

“Oh him?…..He has been lingering by your door for a long time now... once I even caught him at the window staring at you…. “The nurse told me.

“Why?….. Was there something wrong with my face? Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t showered for three weeks now… maybe that’s it….. Right? “I said desperately.

“Oh relax…… we sponge bathed you all the time.” The nurse said calmly

“WHAT!” I shouted my face burning up like a winter fire. I felt embarrassed even though at the back of my mind I knew that the doctors do this all the time.

She then she fixed her blooming eyes onto my eyes which made me grin slightly.

“Maybe it’s just the way you smile.”  She added.