Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 54 ~

It's really convenient for a small-town to even have a well-functional hospital just outside its border. I'm fairly certain this town doesn't need to be called a small-town. It's more like a semi-city at this point, or even better, a small-city.

"Please, tell me what's on your mind. I want to think about something apart from making my situation worse." Constance's hoarse voice brought me back to reality, and I turn my head to check-up on her. She seems relaxed on a hospital bed, There are a bunch of stuff clings on her body. I assume those are the things that are connected to the heart monitor that's been constantly beeping every second. It's not like I'm complaining, but the sound of her heart beat sends a soothing wave through my entire body.

"I was just thinking about how this small-town even has its own well-functional hospital." Saying that out loud immediately made me realized how stupid I am. Of course some small-town can have a functional hospital, I've read some of it from numerous novels in my past self. A genuine laughter came out of her lips, but she suppresses some laugh since it might tamper the equipment that's connected to her. "I'm just glad the doctor said you'll be fine." The doctor actually had me worried when I noticed their releases an intake of air from their mouth. Luckily, it was just a sigh of relief and not some kind of nervous sign.

"Yeah, but fine means I get to be stuck on this hospital bed to have my regular check-up." She averts her gaze away from me, then proceed to watch the sky out of the window right beside her hospital bed. I watch her watch as the night sky fall onto the heavens. The distance sun by the horizon slowly sets down from a hill as the moon rises and takes the sun's place. No wait, I think the moon rises in the east, not where the sun is also setting. I wonder what's that thing rises in the west. I know it's a planet, but which one is it? "Are you also wondering what's that round thing that's rising in the west while the sun sets down?"

I didn't even need to go in front of her to see if she's smiling. Her own reflection from the window is enough for me to see her wide smile. "I've been thinking about that too," She gazes back at me, this time the smile from the reflection becomes even brighter on her face. I hate to ask her this, but I have to know what to do. "Should I call someone? Aileen or perhaps your... Father?"

The joyful expression on her face immediately changes to genuine fear. "No, please. I don't want Aileen to be worried about me while she should be worried about herself." When she didn't mentioned about her father is enough for me to have the decency to try to stay put right next to her and not call anyone close to her. "Besides, your presence is enough to make me calm about my future faith." She flashes me another smile, again, this woman can make me form tears under my eyes.

I genuinely don't know whether I should smile back at her or shed a tear for her. But for her morale sake, I force flashing a smile as I squeeze her hand in mine. "If it's possible, I'll stay her overnight for you." I know there are some hospitals will agree to a visitor staying overnight, but I don't know if this hospital will let me. Part of me is thinking that they'll let me since it'll lessen the work of the nurses in the hospital. A thought enters my mind, and I'm genuinely scared to even blurt out that thought. I don't know what I'm scared about, knowing she's prepared, or she'll feel offended if I say it out loud.

I watch her gaze at me intensely, "Declan, you don't have to hide something from me, please." The plea in her voice is enough to churn something in my chest. I should probably check up on my heart as well, since this woman might tear some heart strings because of how strong my emotion I might feel for her. "Please share your thoughts with me. I want to think of something else, preferably something that will make me forget I'm in a hospital bed in a hospital where people will eventually... Die." One word seems to be enough for me to full-on enter a state of panic and worry. What's the life expectancy of a person who has Brugada Syndrome? I'll have to search that one out once Constance is asleep. Wouldn't want her seeing me researching about that things that might worry her even more. "See, even you're scared about what might happen. So please, tell me your thoughts and help both of us distract ourselves from this reality."