Alice Christine Collin
The weather was no longer that chilly. Though it was still freezing but the flurry around were starting to liquefy. Spring was approaching. I just changed my cloths and waited for my nurse to come. Today, I will be having my second medical test. Wondering why I had to have it. They already advised me that I was frail, so what’s the point of doing all of those stuff?
Honestly, I was having this feeling that the surgical operation will not work on me. I was troubled. Just this morning I heard news about the patient who had his heart transplant, but according to the news, he didn’t survived. His brain stopped functioning and so the heart could not function alone. That’s what I’m afraid of.
“Good morning, Alice. The doctor is waiting for you.” I saw the nameplate attached on her uniform as she walked beside my bed. Cathy. She was the nurse who was with me last night on the laboratory. She was pushing a wheel chair where I will be riding on my way to the cardiac laboratory. Her eyes were dazzling and smile was painted on her lips. She was very compliant and incredibly effortless to go with.
“Another test.” I chocked as I sat on the wheel chair. She just smiled at me as I rolled my eyes. Thinking that this test will be just the same and repeating them over and over again was such a waste of time.
I checked my phone before leaving the room expecting a message or call from Ben. My mom told me he left this morning at seven when I was still asleep. But there was neither message nor call from him. I had no scheme if he departed to his work or just settled on his house to have break.
“Shall we go?” Cathy asked. I nodded and put my phone back to the side table of my bed. She pushed the wheel chair as we passed through the hallway of the hospital. This seemed not a hospital. Not the scent especially. It was very clean and maintained. Walls were painted with white and sky blue.
My room was on the second floor of the hospital so we used the elevator. It was just an elevator for patients on a wheel chair and not allowed to be used for those who are not patients. The must use the staircase instead.
Mom was also with us. She seemed worried though she was trying to hide it. But unfortunately, she was not a good pretender. Inside the elevator, my mind was filled with thoughts. How long would I have to wait for my heart donor? How long would I wait to have another heart? Wouldn’t it be too late for me? What if I die before the donor came?
We reached the laboratory where my test will be conducting. Dr. Steven was already there setting up the apparatus. Good thing Ben knew this doctor, that’s why I had a lot of trust to him. I knew Ben would not insist this doctor to me if he knew he would just disappoint us.
Dr. Steven turned his eyes to me when he saw we were coming. My mom didn’t come in. She waited outside the laboratory because it was a policy. Only the patient and authorize persons were allowed to enter the laboratory.
