The Billionaire's Irresistible Love

The challenge

The
surgery went on for 3 hours and the hospital staff panic as my grandfather’s
condition is getting worse. They provide the blood supply on the time, but his
body is refusing the transfusion. The various attempts made by the doctors are
going in vain. I can sense the rising tension in the atmosphere.
The
paramedical staff is running in and out from the ICU, supplying few medicines
and instruments to the doctors working inside.

I
don’t understand how Grandpa suddenly had a heart attack when he was healthy
and fine. There something I need to dig out from the deep. I notice grandma
crying, sitting on the chair. I try to calm her down but it’s her husband who
is fighting for life and death. How can I stop her?
With
this burden on my chest, I can’t breathe. In the morning, he was sitting with
me and discussed the plans for my future..

“I don’t want to hear another word from your side. You
are going and it’s final!” his words echo in my
brain.

My
brain constricts and explodes at the same time, but my heart is sinking deep in
regrets. I want to slam my fist hard because I can’t help it. I lost my parents
when I was a toddler but my Pa was there to raise me, now he is leaving me too.
The
doctors came out from the ICU, heading towards us. Grandma and I look
curiously at them, expecting good news at least.

“What’s
the matter, doctor? How is my husband?” Grandma asks worriedly.

The
doctor removes his mask and from his expressions, I can tell he is up to no good
here, “I am sorry Mrs. Ashford; your husband is no more. We tried our best but
what we are in front of gods.” He states and points at me, “take care!” and the
doctor left, after breaking our hopes into spicules.
For
a moment, I can’t hear anything, like I am stuck in a vacuum. The news brings
the Thor’s hammer right on our heads. It crashes everything, the hopes we
build, the moments we created, the future we foresighted together. Everything
fell apart.
I
gain my senses back when I hear a loud thud, looking for the distraction, and
found Grandma lying unconscious on the floor. The paramedical unit admits her
immediately and diagnosed her with a shock.
I
fear for her life now. I have lost one angel; I don’t want to lose other one.

3
Days later

The
rain is pouring heavily while the priest is completing the ritual of Grandpa’s
funeral. As the coffin is laid down deep in the pit in the ground, my heart
wrenches in extreme pain as I still hope that Grandpa will get up and say, “Blaine! I am back! That’s all was a prank.”
The pain is excruciating from the chest as the
ritual continues. People around me console but they will come and go, the only
one is left with me is my Grandma. I vowed to myself that I will take care of
this woman sincerely. She has lost so much than me but still
she is concealing the pain, just to see me stronger.
“Let’s
go, Grandma!” I state and hold her hands firmly. She smiles at me and we went
back to home.

It
took us a week to adjust back into our normal life, but nothing is normal. The
place of my Grandpa is empty, like a void, said honestly. Grandma remains lost
in her thoughts. I notice her eyes sometimes which are red and swollen. She
cries for him, but alone, so no one will see her terrible state.
Even
on the dining tables, we hardly spoke to each other unless it’s necessary.
I had my usual breakfast and left the dining room to head to the school.

“Blaine!”
Grandma calls.

I
turn to her, “yes!”

“I
found these letters from your Grandpa’s cupboard. They are meant for you!” she
hands me few envelopes. I nod my head and keep them in my bag. I bid her goodbye
and left the home for the school.
As
I step into the school grounds, Oliver runs to me and gives me the brotherly
hug I was craving for.