Beauty Of Love

HOSPITAL

It's been about a week now since I saw Larisa.
It's just a busy week really because I've been going to college not to mention the side classes I've been taking for French and German.

It's not really a must for me to take these classes but I take them because I want to take them, because I really like learning new languages it's kind of like a hobby of mine and I wasn't going to stop any time soon because there are still more languages I want to learn.

Plus Larisa also liked learning new languages, we were just simply meant to be. That way when we're angry at each other or something we could insult each other without knowing what the words really mean. Better than knowing what they mean right? Or I could tease her and make her think I complimented her.

But the most romantic part of all is that we could teach other other new languages.

We spoke for a little bit today while I was in class and arranged to meet up again this coming Sunday, I mean I don't go to church she doesn't go to church so... why not. Not that we didn't believe in God because, we did.

God. She's been the only person I've been thinking of this whole week, I couldn't get her off my mind she resided in me. She resided in my heart. And I loved it.

Today was the last day of college for the week, and we knocked off early so I decided to go out and eat somewhere with some of my three college friends Denis, Lenny and Kayla.

Stoners, big stoners, whenever I was with these three I just knew there's going to be weed, and I'm not only talking about one or two joins but a whole lot they always bought in bulk.
I didn't mind all the smoke ending up on my clothings and face because I also used to smoke a lot back in high school, I was a big time stoner but then quit it because it wasn't really treating me well considering my anxiety so I had to leave it. The only things I smoke now are vape and hookah, one might even say I'm addicted but in all honesty, yes, yes I am addicted.

Come to think about it all my ftriends were stoners I was the only one who didn't smoke weed.

Anyways, we got to the pizza place not too far from the college and bought four pizzers and of course side drinks individually.

Little did I know, today, that moment, was the very moment my life would change not for the better but for the worst.

A few minutes after digging into our food I started feeling a bit dizzy, my heart started beating a bit abnormally. But I didn't really pay much attention to it because it would often do that for a few minutes then stop, but this time I also felt a bit dizzy as well... but I glossed over it, a few moments pass and the heartbeat got even more strange, started beating a lot more harder and faster by the second it felt like I was dying, I felt pain I can't quite compare to anything, the next thing I knew I was on the ground fighting for oxygen, the only things I heard were fading voices calling my name. Then, darkness.

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

I heard the sound of the heart rate machine as I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of an empty hospital room having not a clue how I ended up there. I laid there in the empty, dead silent room trying to recall how I got there until I heard the sound of the door open. I shifted my eyes to the door and saw a sight I never expected to see... my father.

What is my father doing here? Am I dreaming? Thoughts assaulted my mind.

"Oh thank goodness you're awake," he said with reliefe in his tone.

"Honey he's awake," he said raising his voice a tad bit and my mom appeared in the door rushing towards my direction hug me.

Me confused as fuck I just laid there soundlessly.

"How are you feeling?" My dad asked displaying a concerned face.

"Uhmm... how did I get here?" I questioned.

I averted my eyes to my mom and saw her with watery eyes, as if something bad happened, as if somebody died.

What the fuck is going on.

Then suddenly I remebered, I passed out while eating with my friends. How long have I been here actually? A question shot through my mind.

"How long have I been here?" I questioned timidly.

And when did my father got here? That question was in my mind but never asked it, I kept forgetting perhaps... I was too puzzled to ask such a question.

"You've been here for two days, you were in a coma," my dad said to me.

What the fuck a coma? Two days?
That means today is Sunday I'm supposed to meet up with my girlfriend today...

And why the hell was my mom was still standing there with watery eyes, this time with tears dropping from her cheeks, I just woke up I'm okay but her reactions it was as if I was still in a coma getting worse.

"We've got some bad news son," my dad said with those words struggling to come out of his mouth.

Okay now I'm getting worried what could really be so bad I've just woken up from a coma, there only should be good news, not bad new.

"Uhmm... uhmmm, so the doctors say you have a heart disease called chronic heart failure, and- and you have less than fifteen years left to live..."

My mom lets out a strong and heart touching cry after my dad uttered those words.

I just laid there, trying to process what I've just heard. A hundred emotions attacked me all at once then after a few moments I snapped back to reality, I was really calm not a reaction you'd expect from a person who'd just been told they're gonna die soon.

I just didn't know how to react, I didn't know how or what to feel, but I know I wasn't scared. Maybe It's because I've never really been scared of dying, I mean death is inevitable so whether you like it or not, sooner or later, we're all gonna die, whether we're scared or not, death is our one fate we can't escape.

That's how I felt about it.

The only thing that broke me was seeing my parents devastated like that, then I thought about Larisa, what am I gonna tell her, what's going to happen from now on?

Suddenly I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.