The life of an Indefinite Playerr

Chapter 4

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I could hear the heartbeat monitor beeping as I woke up in a hospital bed. I made a picture of my mom from the blurry vision, next to my hospital bed.

"My boy, are you okay?" she asked while she touching my sweaty face. I gave no response. She took a cloth and wiped my face.

"Well hello to my favorite patient," a skinny man in white robes arose in front of my hospital bed. He was supposedly my doctor and he introduced himself as Dr Moreno. He had a long beard and muscles like those bouncers in movies.

"You're at Midway Clinic, you suffered a hard concussion on your head during the accident and luckily nothing is damaged but a few cracks in your skull and collarbone, but nothing major." he explained.
I paid no attention to him. The room was small but the bed was bigger than I had Imagined.

"Another thing," he said clearing his throat. " we have sad news" he said coming beside my bed to talk directly to my mother. She just looked worried and waited for the doctor to speak. " as were examing your head we discovered you have serious brain tumor, we ran test and saw that it has gone halfway through your brain. It will need an abroad professional to operate, which is not cheap. It costs an arm and a leg" he said looking sombre at my mother who just oozed tears out of her perfectly made eyes.
I thought I was just dreaming. I thought only these type of things happen in the movies.

"Well I'm sure... people of your profession....alism can help him" my mom forced her words as they were distorted from the crying.

"We will try to extend his time on Earth and we have to do a lot of praying" the doctor replied.
'His time on Earth??' mom asked wailing than before.
"With the damage already in his brain, he has less than 11 months alive, but shall we not lose hope."
"Hope is nothing more than giving up, Doctor!" I snapped from my bed in very harsh tone. I was surprised how the words had came out loud than I imagined. He glanced at me and didn't say a word. What seemed like a year of silence and sombre crying, the doctor finally broke the silence.

"Well there are associates  in Cuba, who I can call and figure out if they can help you my child, but of course at a high price" The way he said 'price' was as if money was the only thing he was interested in. I cringed.

"Can we talk outside?" my Mom begged sobbing.
At that very moment I felt my heart filled with a lot of evil thoughts.  Why me? Why did this have to happen to me ? Was I that much of a sinner...I mean before God
And of course - I thought of Maca. I had imagined we'd have kids run around the house. Be happy. Be sad. Argue. But none of those things were possible now. All was destroyed,shattered, right in front of my eyes.
I thought to myself that as soon as I get home I was going to head to her house and tell her about my condition, she was my friend after all and we have to give people second chances and why hold grudges while you dying in a few months time. I cried until I dozed off.

...

"Finally you awake." a soft familiar voice said.
"Mom??" I said trying to make out who was beside my bed. As soon as she touched me, I felt the butterflies stir up my stomach. I knew who this was - I could tell by the way my body reacts with her touch. The hands are soft and caressing.

"What do you want?" I asked rudely. Macarena looked at me for a while, forcing words out but no luck with what she was trying to say. I just hope she's not here to "supposedly" apologize. " Patrick ... I wanna make sure okay."

"I'm fine. You can leave" I slapped with my words in her face. "Im sorry okay? James is my boyfriend. I am sorry but I wanted to tell you that before but.."

"So it's easy for you to just kiss people, huh?" I turned to look her directly in her eyes. Seeing those brown sunset eyes made me feel heavenly. How can I be so attached to someone I have only know for a few weeks.

"So by people you mean you?" she whimpered.
"Macarena go away! I am not to deal self centered, narcissistic sociopaths. Bitches to be specific! So just goooo!" I exclaimed.

Her jaw dropped. Eyes became watery. She looked me in a livid manner.
"I befriended you..you freak! I thought you'd make a great friend. But I see that I was so wrong." She turned red. "Bye. I don't need your help anymore. Stupid nerd. Why didn't you just die?" her words wormed a big hole and killed each and every inside sensation I had for her. "Go!" I said softly, with a tear drop on my face, slowly rolling down.
" With pleasure!"
She snatched her purse from the table then she left. As she walked away I regret everything I had just said. I didn't mean and obviously wanted here more than anything. Her kiss still played like a video on loop in my mind. I could feel her suck my lips passionately. I was also confused. ' I don't need your help anymore'. What help? Was she using me? She would never do that? Those words played vividly and wondered what she meant. I was definitely a fool. Now I see.