My Doc

Chapter 3: The Angel's Beating Heart

Sun slowly crept into the comfort of my room, dazzling me with its bright light. Turning my gaze towards the open window, the flapping curtains greeted me with a gentle breeze. Soothing the aching head and the trembling heart. A lovely day followed as I witnessed the brown leaves from swaying branches fly off in the distance, mingling with the wind that loved it. Reminding me of my heart that ached for someone's presence; my angel. The beating heart played erratically at the thought of him. But as I still gazed outside at the scenery a sudden urge to pass time quickly made me want to risk standing up. I wanted to show him I could get better faster, for him.

I shuffled around the bed to find the button to adjust the position of the bed. Upon reaching for it around the corner I pressed down the button to raise the stern bed to a comfortable sitting position. Getting a boost from the bed I turned ninety degrees so now my feet gently touched the ground. Careful not to move the saline equipment too much I stabled my good hand on the edge of the bed railing. Putting enough pressure to push my body upwards first, I put my not-so-broken leg down on the ground.

But just as I was about to finally stand on my own my feet buckled under the unsteady weight. The room flashed before my eyes, spinning around and nauseating me. The guttural effect of falling brought undissolved nutrients to my throat, threatening too close to spilling. Suddenly, a hand reached for my stomach and another for my shoulder blades. The sturdy hands took the lead in straightening my back and bringing my back up on the bed. I sighed a breath of relief as I heard the doctor assessing for any injury.

"Mr. Panich, you absolutely cannot behave in such an irresponsible way, something could have happened to you!"

I paid no attention as I tried to calm my nerves down. Blocking every sound for a few seconds before I turned barefaced towards Dr. Yim and palely answered,

"I.." no I could not reveal that I just wanted to stand up.

"I just wanted to use the restroom" I lied through my teeth.

"You should have called the nurse," he responded coldly.

"Thank you for the help..." I ended abruptly.

The minutes passed as Dr. Yim did his regular checkup, but this time even before the question was thrown his way he answered my burning inquiry.

"Dr. Chawarin has a high fever and will not be present in this hospital until he has recovered."

I looked at Dr. Yim, startled by this unforeseen news...how did he fall sick? Worry gripped my heart tight and it squeezed in pain as I prayed for him to get better as fast as possible. I hoped he was taking his medicines properly and resting well... I wish I could take care of him.

"Don't worry he's strong, he'll get better in no time" Dr. Yim reassured me with his kind words upon seeing my furrowed brows and worried expression. However, his forceful words did nothing to remove the concern I felt.

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Three days flew by with my new regular walking sessions, but at the end of the day when I lay in bed trying to get some rest, the concern resurfaced and I was left with no sleep. I noticed each night how the flowers resting in the vase slowly started to wilt. Petals covered the table, yet I insisted the nurse not remove the sorrowful sight. As days passed I asked Max if it was indeed his present or not, and not to my surprise, just as I had suspected he had declined, saying that he had been overloaded with work without my presence at the office. So in the end, even though the owner of these flowers was not present to tell me his story, I knew it was Nunew.

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The clock struck eleven on the fourth night. I sighed as if longing for someone. My eyes wouldn't close, the restlessness only increased every passing night. I had no news of how Nunew was doing, not even from Dr. Yim. But just as I was wandering about in my thoughts in the dimly lit room I heard creaking footsteps approaching the doorway. My heart almost jumped out of its place as it raced up in rates, refusing to slow down and giving me false hope. I wished it to be true, I hoped it was who I thought it was.