I fell on my knees when I heard that the doctor that Drake will be intubated. I covered my face with my palm and I wailed. The nurse took me to a nearby seat and tried to talk to me but I can't understand her. My head is not functioning. I suddenly felt so stupid that I can't do anything for him. When tears are no longer coming out and I stare blankly on the white wall in front of me. I can feel my head throb. My eyes were dried up. I wanted to collapse at that moment.
What will I do if he'll be gone too soon? I haven't made his remaining days memorable. I haven't taken him to the church where I wanted to get married. His parents still didn't know what's happening to their son. I was about to call his mom when the doctor came out from the cubicle and was talking to the nurse. I stood up. Apparently, he's looking for me. I walked pace by pace towards their direction. The doctor turned to me.
"Are you his companion?" he asked. I nodded. "I am his best friend."
"Would you know by any chance, if the patient has a history of a disease?" he asked.
"Yes doctor," I began. "He's diagnosed with leukemia. he underwent bone marrow aspiration already. He doesn't want any treatment since according to his doctor it has metastasized already..." I said. The doctor nod to acknowledge. "I wanted to run some tests but this hospital is only a small hospital. We can't provide continuous care for patients like him," he said with a look of disappointment to his face.
"Are you planning to transfer him?" I asked. The doctor said yes.
"Doctor, is it possible to transfer him to a hospital in the city? I used to work in a big hospital. Maybe we can transfer him from here to the hospital that I am working with," I suggested. The doctor agreed and immediately facilitated the transfer. I began dialing his mom's number.
Ring. Ring. After the first try, no one tries to pick up the phone. I tried to cl again..again...and again. On the 5th trial, someone answered the phone. It's probably Mr. Bach. He sound sleepy.
"Hello?" he answered. I cleared my throat. "Mr. Bach, it's me Addie..." I introduced.
"Addie, how are you? What made you call?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you...its Drake..."
He fell silent. I started sobbing again.
"What happened to him?" he asked, his voice sound nervous.
"I rushed him to the hospital. He's badly sick. I think you need to see him right away..."
"Alright...we'll be home in 10 hours. We're still in Barcelona. We'll book a flight first thing in the morning..."
"I'm sorry Uncle Ted..." I said, crying at the other end of the line.
"What happened child?"
"He has leukemia. A very bad one..."
I heard his dad gasp. He fell silent once again. I can't hear any sobs but the other end was very quiet. Few seconds after, I heard him say "we'll book a flight ASAP." He then hung up the phone.
I felt so blank watching Drake in front of me inside the ambulance. He hasn't opened his eyes. My tears just keeps on coming out from my eyes, as if it doesn't want to stop. The doctors and nurses together with the paramedic began to avoid my eyes. I was sitting in one corner just looking at him. I can't think of anything. Seriously. The doctor seating beside me began to asked "how long have you been together?" I looked at him. I wiped my tears.
"Since 6th grade..." I answered and I look back to Drake, who's lying unconsciously with a tube on his mouth. The monitors beep in rhythm.
"I used to have a best bud too..." he said. I didn't look at him. I stared at Drake. His breathing was deep and sometimes irregular.
