You wouldn't believe how boring a hospital is. Sitting and staring at the horrid blue curtains. I have picked out every vomit and bloodstain on them and ready to make on for myself. Finally I get bored enough and get up I stand on the side with the I.V. I get an idea. I look at it mischievously. I stand with it in perfect position. I begin 'plucking' the imaginary strings pretending the I.V. is a Cello. I almost start to laugh at what an idiot I am. It is actually getting kind of enjoyable. With every note my body rivets, I am exaggerating it almost a little too much when I pretend to tune it.
I look up from my session and see Doctor Gonday staring at me wordlessly. My cheeks flame and I look at her with embarrassed eyes. She just laughs shaking her head and says "Is it that boring?"
"Yes." I say nodding my head vigorously
"Mr. Vito, would you mind hopping on up into bed so we can take you into radiation. This one will be different because you are going to be awake." when she speaks the last part she cringes and I know I am in for some pain.
I reluctantly get up onto the bed with a crinkle of the paper gown I am wearing. I lie down and try to make myself as comfortable as I can before this pain. She rolls me down the hall and into a room on the right side of the wall. Inside is the newest technology I have seen. It is yellow and so tiny it only takes up about half of the room!
They move me onto a cold table and I lay still. Dr. Gonday comes over to my side and brushes away my hair from my eyes. "We are giving you meds that will control the pain a little bit." she says looking at me and injecting a needle with milky white liquid into my arm. I feel a slight pinch as it comes out.
She turns off the lights and goes over to the equipment. She presses some buttons. On the machines and an unfamiliar whirring sound fills my ears. Suddenly an unseen force makes me writhe in pain. It is the worst thing I have ever felt. It is so hard to explain but after about two hours it stops leaving and achy feeling all over. I simply close my eyes and am brought back to the curtain room. I am alone for maybe an hour and I can't fall asleep. Too much left over pain.
I am lying still when they come in to take me to get another x-ray to see how much the radiation worked. I stay still not wanting to move and cause more pain. The x-ray is done quickly and they are happy with how it looks. At least something good came out of today. As they roll me back to the curtain room a nurse sticks a needle in my arm and I am asleep quickly.
The usual black of sleep is not there. I am sitting in my living room, my father across from me. He is in his uniform. On the left side where his heart is there is a huge patch of blood. Now I know how he died.
"Father," I say in amazement "How are you here?"
"Dear boy, it is your dream you can have anything you want even your most heartfelt wish, so I am here with you now." He says smiling with his spaced teeth.
"I miss you, I am trying my best without you but I am so sick and it is hard to help Mother that way." I say sadly looking at him.
"Don't make excuses. You know when I left I told you to watch out for her." Father says with shame
"Yes, of course I know that but I...” I am interrupted
"No! You are draining the money that isn't there and you are causing your mother to work too hard." He says looking at me with all truth "You are better to her dead." This isn't the Father that I knew. This isn't the man I have learned to look up to in my time of need.
"No. I am alive unlike you! You left us! You are not him!" I yell at him and start to cry. I want so much for my father to be back but I know deep down that it is never going to happen. He is dead.
I wake up with a jolt. My head hurts so badly, the worst headache I have ever had. I look around the room my father thinks I am better dead. My hero, my idol, wants me to no longer exist. It hurts badly to know that the person you have looked up to and loved for so long is turned. I have to remind myself that it is a dream and that wasn't really him. My anger that was starting to build diminishes and I whisper "Love you Father." before laying back down and sleeping again
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One day in Brooklyn
Ficção HistóricaThere is a boy named Vito who lives in an apartment lost in the streets of Brooklyn. It is 1949, just after the war has ended. Vito is suffering grief, his father died in the war. His Father, though he might deny it, held his life together, when Vit...
