Story of Bob

Chapter 20: Last days

Time passed, changes occurred as the creepy hour approached around the corner, waiting for a certain soul to be yanked to the underworld.

In the hospital, there was a specific family, praying for the soul of a loved one similar. In the ward rooms were a smoothie of emotions ranging from joy at the birth of a newborn to the mourning of a loved one. 

Specialists and general doctors getting to business while janitors were revising every speck of dirt, picking them and mopping the labyrinth of floors that Freedom Hospital possessed.

As for Ward room  73,  the energies were dark. The nurse who was meant to care for her, Evelene was preparing the meal. The last supper of the wife of a so called criminal and mad genius was is written in the books.  Yet her body language spoke the contradictory.

The frail, sick female patient was breathing but barely. Her body pains were taking a toll on her will to live and see the success of her beloved manifest into reality. Bones featherlight yet unable to feel the comfy sensation of the hospital pillow and the comforting hugs of the cotton thread sheets.

The clock right next to see her raced towards the arms of fate. Its hands spinning forward in a subtle style like a snake waiting for the platinum chance to strike.  

Death's shadow was creeping, slunking in the hospital ward room.

When the sixteenth hour struck, the nurse fulfilled the deal. The conspiracy. Her hands were on her twig form, fingers gripping and did the thing.

The victim was convulsing for hours. The onlookers, her family and loved ones observed with horror, desperate to help her. The doctor did what she could but had to turn to result of taking the patient to the ICU. The nurse assisted on helping the dying patient while  pulling up a mask to cover up the conspiracy which was created.

Oxygen mask on, examination performed, surgeons whipping out the surgical weapons prepared to do the mission.

Hours later, the operation was complete but she was still in the ICU.

The Three Fates observed as the strings in their hands slowly unraveled in their hands. Death was grinning sharpening the scythe with his razor nails which were filled in fungus and a little flavour of dirt.

As for the family of the dying lady, life was slowly falling apart as the probability of the fading power of motherhood was slowly approaching. The three adult children were in their seperate ways, working in doing business as usual yet going overtime to support their mom.

As for the father, the protagonist of the story, he was labouring through blood, sweat and dirt, fulfilling his dream and also praying for his beloved's life.

On Wednesday evening, I went to go the hospital as usual to check on my wife. I saw her weathering form  in the bed. I was surprised to realise a contradiction when she called me aloud in a strong voice. 

'BOB!!!'

I walked over to her bed, dragging a chair along with me.

'Hear me out, honey'

'Yes?', I said.

'There is something I wish to tell you'

'What'

'There is an envelope in white with a red rose on it. Take it with you.'

I took it out of her hand and slid it inside my pocket.

'Lastly, there is a message I have for you: I do not have time with me. My life is sipping away at me. I have a feeling something is bound to happen'

'What do you mean?'

'These could be my last days, sweetie.'

And that was it. I left the ward room and returned home with a mind of worry, dreading the worst that could happen.

These could be my wife's last days.

Last day, I tell you.

Last days of all of life.

LAST DAYS!!! NO!!!!