It's You...

Chapter 22.

Me and Jen's parents walk in the ward. Christian waits outside with Angela. Mrs. Diaz sits on the chair next to the bed and Mr. Diaz sits on the foot of the bed. Mrs. Diaz moves her hand on Jen's head and calls her,

"Jen!" She says, softly. I don't stop her even though the doctor has said, not to wake her up.

"Baby!" She utters again, and Jen slowly opens her eyes.

"Mama!" Jen mumbles. "Jen!......My baby!" Mr. Diaz mutters. "Dad!" Jen whispers and holds her hand out for them to take it. They grab her hand and Mrs. Diaz weeps, resting her head on Jen's hand. "What has happened to you?" Her voice cracks, with all the sobbing.

"Don't cry, mama," Jen says in a weak and low tone. But still Mrs. Diaz can't stop her tears from flowing. Jen was right about her. "You see, you'll soon be fine. Nothing's going to happen to you," Mrs. Diaz sniffles, kissing Jen's hand.

"You're my brave girl, Jennifer. This disease is nothing, it can't harm you in any way. You are much stronger than this, and you will fight it. Yes?" Says Mr. Diaz.

Jen leisurely nods and whispers, "Yes."

I stop the tear that's about to drip from the corner of my eye with my finger. Jen takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She again falls into a deep slumber and that scares her parents.

"What happened to her?" Mrs. Diaz asks me. Fear clearly crashing on their faces.

"It's nothing. It's because of the medication, she tends to fall asleep frequently," I give them an assurance. I walk them out of the ward, and ask them to go back to the hotel, as it is quite late. They must be exhausted, flying all the way here. Christian takes them back to the hotel and Angela leaves too.

I can only see Jen sleeping peacefully, but only she knows what she's going through, and I can't even imagine it. I never thought that I would also see Jen so helpless one day. Looking at the state she's in, the face of her, breaks my heart. I've always seen her cheerful and happy, right from the day we met and that's one thing that made me fall for her. Whatever Jen said this morning, I'm not going to believe in any of that. She's just scared, and that's all. With so many thoughts hustling in my mind, I close my eyes and try to sleep.

Tuesday.....

Wednesday.....

Thursday passed, but Jen didn't open her eyes at all. Didn't move, didn't eat or drink anything, nothing. Her platelets didn't fall rapidly in these past three days, because her immune is now suppressed, as told by the doctors. People visit her and go, my family, Jen's parents, her friends from work and those with whom she hangout. I'm yearning to hear her voice. I can't live a single day without hearing from her, and here, it's been three days she didn't talked to me. Its Friday today, 9 in the morning and me and Christian are waiting for her reports to come, hoping for a little improvement, which we've been expecting everyday. But there wasn't even a single good sign in her health. Angela has brought some food and Frappuccinos for me again and Christian stays her for almost the whole day and leaves by night. Looks like Jen is blessed with some amazing friends and I'm having some benifits of it.

The door opens and the doctors walk in the ward. They check Jen first, like they usually do and then go through her reports. Dr. Bruner frowns as he reads the reports and slowly shakes his head. My heart starts to race, looking at their expressions.

Please, don't. Don't give me anything bad.

"Her platelets are gone below 15,000, which.....is dangerous, to be precise. Now, what we can do is, go for the MRI scan, to see if there's any bleeding in the brain. And if there's no bleeding, we'll immediately start with the platelet transfusion process on her," tells Dr. Bruner.