Visions of Fate

CHAPTER FORTY: WORDS OF GRIEF

Dad and I arrived the hospital around noon on Saturday. The first thing I got hit with was the smell of antiseptic, disinfectant, and sick.

The kind nurse led us to Mom's room, and my heart shattered all over again. She didn't look much different from the last time, and I had to focus on my breathing with the help of the soft beeps coming from the heart monitor beside her.

Dad almost crumpled on the floor at that moment. He rushed beside her and held her hand in his. He buried his face in both their hands, and remained there for a while.

I didn't know what to do, as the last time Dad was this emotional, Mom was there to be a shoulder to cry on. That was when grandma died and Mom was still physically active. Now she laid there, almost lifeless, and surrounded by monitors and wires that didn't seem to improve her health.

Doctor Pierce entered the room with his oversized lab coat and some documents in hand. He exchanged it with some others on the wall before smiling at us.

"Emily," he beamed. "It's so good to see you again." I nodded with a smile. "Mr Walker," he walked over to Dad and I watched as they exchanged handshakes.

Dad face wasn't teary, as I thought. Though his facial features had softened, making him look a decade older in the span of barely five minutes.

"It's good to see you again, doctor Pierce," Dad greeted. "How is she doing now?"

"I'd like us to discuss outside," he replied. "If Emily doesn't mind, of course." They both glanced at me.

"Of course I don't mind," I said. "I'll just stay here and keep an eye on Mom." Neither of them seemed to get the joke, as they both walked out with these serious faces.

When the entire place became quiet, I was soon hit with the weight of emptiness in the room. I watched Mom for a while, and focused on her breathing. She had this peaceful look on her face, unlike the one she always wore before going and after coming from work.

She looked calm, at rest, almost…dead. The tears didn't fall though, even as I stared at her. I wasn't that girl anymore. The pain was bitter and it stung my heart so bad, but I didn't let the tears drop.

Because I knew that though crying made me human, bitter feelings showed I cared. And I'd done too much crying over time to prove my love and appreciation for Mom. Following the five stages of grief made me human, dwelling on them made me weak.

And I was far from weak.

I walked towards Mom and perched myself on the chair that was previously occupied by Dad. I held Mom's hand, the one without cast, and stared her. Really took in all her features, followed by the memories where she looked different. And although she'd looked wound up, at least she was happy when she was healthy.

I released a tight breath, and felt my features relax. "I don't know if you can hear me, I don't know if I want you to. But I love you. I never understood your worth until you were taken away from me by this thing called life. Life, not death. Meaning you haven't crossed over yet. There will be a day where you smile at me again. Where I tell you about Ethan and you tell me about work, and we both laugh while sipping coffee together again.

"The day will come where I will tell you about my day and listen intently as you tell me about yours. The day will come when I'll look back at this day, and ask you, ' Mom do you remember the day when? ' The day will come when I'll see you and Dad kiss, and finally feel peace, knowing that my family is complete.

"The day will come when we will all be happy. When we will celebrate our Christmas with cousin Judy, and Aunt Martha, and Uncle Steven, and all our other relatives. That day will come when I'll see you laugh again, your deep, humourous laugh, Mom, and think back to this day. And when that day comes, I promise I will never forget your worth and value, Mom.

"Because I've learned that I couldn't have been here without you. I would literally have been sitting at home, wondering when Dad was going to be back with news, because I wouldn't have been allowed to step out that door. And without you Mom, I don't think I can live another year, so don't leave. If not for me then for Dad.

"I love you, Ma. I've always loved you, and I will always love you. Because no matter how many friends I make there's always going to be that person that was my first real friend – you, Mom. You're like the current in my river. Without you, I'd never be able to run this race.

"I love you, Ma." I said, and released a sigh on her hand.

Then her hand twitched.

I smiled down at Mom, knowing she'd heard everything I said.

I don't know how it happened, or how I did it in the first place, but before long, I held Mom's hand and rolled my eyes backward. I felt the bright light of my Visionari radiating off me and my eyes, in an intense glow.

I couldn't see anything, only darkness. But I felt myself lift Mom's lifeless arm. I felt myself release some energy to her as we maintained that position.

I leaned over and pulled her jaw down, breathing some flaky air from my mouth to hers. Then I rested my forehead on hers and felt the radiation slowly dissipate on my skin.

As I zoned back into reality, I settled on the chair and waited till my features relaxed before opening my eyes again. I didn't have any idea what just happened, or what I did to make it happen. But when I saw Mom's closed eyelids, everything from less than two seconds ago was immediately discarded from my brain.

Mom's eyelids fluttered shyly, like she was just waking up in the morning from a tiring night. Then, her lids cracked open an inch, before dropping again. But the next time it fluttered open, it opened fully and her soft brown eyes came into view.

"Mom," I cried and wrapped my arms around her. As I sobbed into her shoulders I heard a commotion from doctors and nurses who had come around me, but I didn't care.

Because I finally had Mom back. And as long as I was alive, then so was she.

A/N

This chapter is dedicated to those we've lost. Stay tuned for more !