The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
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Knots formed in my stomach with each step I took on my way back to our suite. Although I was nervous to finally talk to Michael, I was thankful to have had the opportunity to speak with Alice and Carl. They gave me valuable advice on how to handle the dreaded conversation with my husband, as they were well aware I wasn't used to this situation.
When I stepped inside, I was met by nothing but utter quietness. I set the binder on the coffee table, and headed to the master bedroom with unsure steps. I pushed the door open, and was welcomed by Michael's soft breathing, which was the only sound that could be heard in the dark room.
A small ray of sunshine was peaking through the thick curtains, making it hard for me to navigate through the room. I entered the walk-in closet and blindly picked an outfit for the day before I headed to the bathroom on the other end of the large room. Without a sound and with surprising adroitness, I entered the room and closed the door discreetly behind me.
I turned the lights on, and let out an exasperated breath as I noticed the clothes I had taken out of the closet. They didn't belong to me. They were Michael's. It was a pair of black Levi's jeans, and a plain white round neck t-shirt. I didn't want to take the risk to return to the closet and wake Michael up, so I decided this would have to do. It wouldn't be the first time I wore Michael's clothes.
I just hoped he wouldn't mind me wearing them this time.
As I was brushing my teeth, I turned on the water in the shower and headed back to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror, and ran a hand over my tired face. Even if I intended to, I couldn't have been able to lie about being well and rested. The bags under my eyes were evident, and I hoped some under eye concealer would be enough to make them disappear.
I rinsed my mouth and went under the warm water from the shower that felt like a blessing. I hadn't realized how tensed my whole body was, but it didn't surprise me. My visions had been particularly dense for the past couple of months. Between the whole Sony and Branca shenanigans that we were still dealing with, finding out I would get pregnant, finding a cure to Michael's pain, knowing I would get sick... This was a lot to process.
It took me a while to get out of the shower. I was reluctant to let go of the feeling of the warm water untying each tensed nerve in my back, because it felt relieving. I opened the shower's stall, steam filling the entire room almost instantly. I wrapped a towel around my body and hair, and wiped the steam away from the mirror to do my make up.
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I wasn't too pleased with the final result, but came to the conclusion that no amount of concealer, mascara or eye shadow would take this sorrowful spark from my eyes. There was just one cure to it, and it wore my husband's name.
