My heart beats for you

Almost Tragic

"I will never allow you to do that," he softly said. "Coming here was enough. I could die peacefully, so please don't think about anything. This is my fate. Accept it the way I accept yours. Crying is only normal because no one expects this to happen. Your tears show what's inside and tell the words I need to know. I'm glad about it. I am so glad to feel it in my heart. Let me take it with me on the other side." He gently said,

"Chejo." I cried.

"If my body was saveable, I wouldn't let you come here and you know it above anyone else. Breathe now and accept it."

For a moment I felt extreme resentment and I couldn't accept it, but I didn't have a choice. It was a matter of seconds left before he went and I didn't want to deprive him of anything. I thought I was so selfish, but he was beyond what I imagined. My hands wrapped around him and I cried on his chest, feeling his gentle rub on my hair and my back. If I get too loud, nurses and guards will notice us and they will usher everyone out, so I have to muffle my voice in his chest. He needs to be with his family and friends, even for the last time. 

"Aibrean, I'm not going to say goodbye. I'll always be around. Let's see each other again. You're the first and the last word in my heart." He struggled to say. 

"You're the poem that I will always render," I said in his chest

He pushes me a little and smiles, brushing my hair from my face before leaning down to kiss me on the lips. I can hear people sobs as I gently return it to him quickly. When he pulled away, he staggered backward, and I grabbed him and let him lie down. He holds my hand and smiles, breathing rapidly. Seeing that way makes me think of my dad. I know he was close and that breaks my heart to the point of numbing all of me.

"Chejo. I'm sorry for all the wrong things I did before. The times I annoy you and we argue like hell. Please have a peaceful trip and I promise I will live happily like what you want. Rest assured I will comply with what you said so don't worry now." I said kissing him on the lips and in the forehead before looking at my friends and letting them approach him.

Even though I am standing to the side Chejo still holds my hand and our friends say their goodbye. His family surrounded him and his mom wrapped her arms around me as I cried in silence. I was wondering why they didn't call any doctor but then a doctor stepped inside and his family stepped away. I was left beside him as he held my hand tight. He looks at me and his eyes all reflect nothing but affection. This guy; was ready to go anytime he was not afraid to die and no sadness was left in his orbs I stroke his hair gently holding myself to cry.

The doctor finished assessing him and called out his mother to talk outside. Chejo look at me again "Everything hurt. I need to sleep now." He said and I nodded. 

His face looks pale as he sleeps. I am sure that he wouldn't wake up again and that makes me pray heavily as if bargaining to pull him from death. I will exchange everything to stop him from leaving me. A hand tapped me and I saw his mom when I checked who is it. She motioned for me to talk somewhere away and so I checked his sleeping state before gently letting go of his hand.

When we were away, I saw the doctor who attended to him and approached us. I feel puzzled but I keep myself quiet. "The patient has 10 percent of surviving if we can fix the tissue that causes a wound in the lungs. We need the consent." The doctor said shaking my entire sanity 

"What?" I asked in shock.

"I apologize but we need to ask for advice. The patient got wounded at the corner of the lungs on his left and we thought there was no hope but upon checking, we found it curable only the chance of survival was too low so we discussed it with his family to ask for consent." Said the doctor 

I faced his mom and I saw her eyes pleading then I looked back at the doctor. "Please do the necessary. That guy must live, there were so many things waiting for him. He was still young for sleeping. Even if the chance is low, let's grip on it." I said determined.

After that, the doctor explained more before we rushed back to him explaining to everyone what would happen. Then the nurses came preparing him so we all went out. His bed was wheeled and passed us to the operating room so we wished for a successful operation. 

"Please survive," I whispered looking at him.

When he enters the operating room. I approached his mom. "If Chejo's operation was successful. I will stay out of the way. I don't want to cause problems.* I said calmly.

"What do you think he would feel when he knows you will do that? Watching him coping up from depression because he couldn't accept he couldn't get you is the worst thing I saw. Both of you didn't request to get into this and even if I want, I can't blame you. At least stay until he's fine before you decide. My son will be needing you this time and no one can't do anything to stop it. Not even you."

"But. This is awful."I wept again and I felt her hugging me.

"I know. You're a good person and you change my son into a completely different person. It's just the time you two met wasn't ideal. Go home now I know you're tired. you can visit here again."

Chejo's mom was the most understanding woman I ever met. I feel warm against her hug and it makes me feel he was hugging me. After I compose myself. I asked my friends to go home and we went to a nearby fast food shop to eat soothing ourselves before going home.