Over Him ✔

|Chapter Twenty-One|

Copyright ©2022_Over Him✔ written by OluchiHelen.
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•Evelyn's pov•

The doctors were losing hope and even though they were trying to hide it, I could tell. It showed in their eyes. Was Ben ever going to wake up? I couldn't make any sense out of it. His vitals were working just fine, so why wouldn't he wake up!?

A part of me wanted to shake him so that he'd wake up but I knew it wasn't the best thing to do, neither was it advised. The doctors had stated that whatever I said he could hear and it worried me if he'd heard all those nights of crying, constant praying or the moments when I'd have a panic attack during the nights.

Didn't Ben want to wake up? The situation was beginning to look hopeless and there was nothing neither I nor the doctors could do. Everyday nurses would come in to check in on him and after that, that was it. It was like the medical staffs were slowly beginning to abandon him.

Today I'd just stepped out of the hospital, leaving the sickening smell behind and the constant beeping of Ben's heart monitor. I needed some air, to clear my head, to think.

Sinking onto the tiled stairs leading up into the hospital, I allowed a tear to roll down my face. Christine had just left the hospital about ten minutes and being here without someone was really beginning to get depressing. Of course, I had the choice of going home but that wouldn't make the situation better.

Every night I'd return to the house with no one else in it but Cherry who was either in the kitchen or in her room. Maybe I was overreacting but the home Ben and I had struggled to build was slowly growing empty. The warmth which used to surround our house was disappearing and the peace that enveloped it had definitely evaporated.

With April in New York, living her life, I knew it would only be a matter of time before Cherry would graduate and move out too. After all, she only had a year left before she would be free to move to wherever it was that she wanted to live. As an adult she was already free to get herself an apartment.

Another tear rolls down my eyes and the more I tried to blink them back, the more they kept flowing, blurring my vision.

Exhaling shakily, I raise my head, staring blankly into the dark night sky dotted with little stars. An airplane flew across, its light blinking as it flew over the little town. I watched as it disappeared minutes later behind a small blanket of clouds, later reappearing again.

How many times had I prayed to God about Ben's situation? Numerous times. There were days when I used to feel ready and willing to pray but those days were seemingly over. Now the zeal to pray was no longer there. It was like praying wasn't doing anything for me.

The same question that had played on in my head days ago resurfaced. Had God abandoned us? Was he too busy to remember us? Then another scripture reading I'd come across days ago resurfaced, Wait on the Lord.

My family and I had been waiting for a news, waiting for when Ben would move just a single finger, or even a toe. How long were we going to wait?

"Lord, I've been waiting on you. Is this how you forget your children? I've been following you all my life and now that I need you the most, it almost seems like you're no where to be found. Where are you?"

Unknowingly, I'd been saying these things out loud, earning a few looks from by passers but I didn't care. They didn't understand how I felt. They could keep their stares and pitiful looks to themselves.