The sun was high up in the sky, not a single cloud could be seen. Birds chirped up ahead and the slight breeze rustled my hair. It was beautiful today and so many families seemed to be taking advantage of that. I watched on curiously as they laid down their blankets and gathered the kids for something to eat. A faint smile appeared on my face, I've always loved walking through the park. It had a slight serene feeling to it. But something about the walk this time was bitter sweet. I was on my way to the hospital now. My dad had collapsed and I just received word. A part of me wanted to turn and run The opposite way but the other part wanted to make sure he was going to be alright.
I rounded the corner, nervously playing with the sleeves of my sweater. The hospital came into view now, my stomach started feeling a bit uneasy. My family has always been so close to each other but for the past coupe months, I haven't been the best son or brother. Mike would come see me and lecture me on how I should swing by more. But the motivation the leave my small apartment was lacking severely. I couldn't brush off the feeling that something was missing.
Begrudgingly, I entered the building. Nurses walked by, only to glance at me and hurry off. That weird hospital smell was burning my nose. Anxiety built up inside me. Breathing deeply, I walked towards the cute blonde receptionist. "Hi. What can I do for you?" is that an Australian accent I hear? I returned the friendly smile, "Uhm, Fuentes. My father was admitted here earlier." I trailed off, she turned back to her computer, typing quickly on the off white keyboard. "Ah, yes, room 462. Just take the elevator up 2 floors and down the hall to your left." She sounded so cheerful. I shot her one last smile and made my way to go find my family. I hate elevators, I really do. The fear of getting trapped in one was always in the back of my mind. The faint dinging sound of the elevator doors opening snapped me out of my thoughts. The halls were empty, it was eery. The sound of my heels hitting the ground with every step I took, echoed throughout the hallways.
Suddenly the cries from an older woman shot throughout the confined space. She hurried out the one hospital room and rested her head against the wall. Her sobs continued ad her breathing became deeper. Something in me wanted to ask if she was okay but instead I quickened my pace. I passed the room she fled out of, quickly catching a glimpse of the doctor standing with an older man. From behind them, I caught sight of a younger boy, his eyes shut, motionless. I could hear the faint sound of the heart monitor telling me that he was alive. What happened to him... I stopped by the window, peering in. He was so young. His dark hair framed his face, skin flawless. The peaceful look on his face. I glanced around the boys room, the many flowers that sat on the bed side table told me that he'd been here a while. Curiosity bubbled up inside of me. I don't know why but I wanted to know he was here. "Excuse me?" someone tapped on my shoulder. The lady that was crying was now standing before me. "Are you a friend of Kellin's?" her eyes watched me intensely. I smiled at his name. It's different.
I shrugged, "Uh, no, I'm not sorry.. I just.." her eyes looked into mine. They were a beautiful shade of blue. Her facial features mimicked his, I mean, from what I could see anyway. I'm going to take a wile guess and say that this is his mom. "Oh.. Can I help you then?" she crossed her arms. Suddenly, I felt extremely nervous, "I'm sorry.. I just... Sorry.." I backed away and hurried down the hall. I didn't bother to look back though. I wanted to know more about him, but I guess that's weird. "Hey Vic!!" Mike called out from inside our father's room. Mama was sitting beside dad on the bed. I walked in, smiling awkwardly at them all. "Hey baby!" Mom said it in her sweetest voice. Guilt swooned over me. I walked over and kissed her on the cheek, "Hey mama.... How's it going dad?" a deep throaty chuckle came from him, "Been a lot better but the doc says I'll be okay."
I started to relax, "That's good. I'm glad." "Are you coming over for dinner Victor?" Mom questioned me. The thought of family time was so dissatisfying to me right now, I shook my head, "Rain check. Okay?" she pursed her lips. The doctor walked in, interrupting any chance she had to argue with me. The middle aged man walked over to the bed, looking at the charts. He pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Sorry guys, need to do a quick check up. You are welcome back in a couple hours." He gave us an apologetic look. I hugged my dad goodbye and hurried out of the room. "I'll see you guys later." I waved goodbye to them, hurrying off before they could say anything.
