Love Sick

Doubt.

My eyes open to the same bright lights, the same restricting bed, the same room smelling of hand sanitizer. 3 months here I have spent every day and every night. My body decided it wanted to bring back my illness for a little longer. Didn't think 9 years was enough?
I take a deep breath in. "Another day, we can do this Milly." My arms support me as I lift my body from the bed so my legs are now dangeling over the edge. The cold hospital air sends a shiver down my spine. I look over my shoulder as the sun, bright and beaming, comes through the window.

My feet hit the cold ground, I fold my arms for some sort of comfort, creasing my pearl white gown with blue spots.
My body aches as I step closer to the window, embracing the warmth from the sun. Slowly the coldness leaves my body as the beaming sun glows on my olive skin.
I look out to the garden as a elderly man sits on a bench with his head slumping down against his chest, sadness runs across his face as he slowly wipes beneath his glasses, running the tip of his fingers to his waterline.
Guilt fills my body. He shouldn't be alone, someone should be with him.
I look back and scan my room, I spot my favourite red button up shirt in the corner of the door as my white converse are kicked across the ground directly Infront of the white door. I pull my hair up as I twist it into a bun, pulling the hair away from my face.
I walk over, pull on the button up shirt, left arm then right. Slip on my sneakers and denim jeans as I head out the door. As I'm making my way down the hallway the constant sound of newborns crying, people talking and phones ringing fills my ears.
Suddenly the sound of the swinging doors burst open as a group of nurses run through.
"We need a team of any available doctors right now!" A nurse holding onto railing of the hospital bed says as they run past the front desk coming directly for me.
"He's losing a lot of blood, circulation lost at the elbow, we need to perform an amputation right away." A tall dark skinned doctor says as he runs next to three other men controlling the rollaway bed.
The speed of their bodies rushes past me as I swiftly view a dark haired guy laying on the bed as he weakly grips onto his left arm, blood staining the white sheets, his hair long as it covers most of his face.
The condition he is in, It's doubtful he will survive.
I walk outside to the garden as the warm air is somewhat comforting, being in the garden is relaxing, it makes me feel more at home.
I view the elderly man, his stomach slumps out but not enough to be seen in skin, his dark grey polo skirt pulls over, possibly a size too big. As his denim jeans and white sneakers fit perfectly.
I walk over slowly, his head still down, not noticing my presence.
"Excuse me?" I bend over slightly to try view his face.
He doesn't flinch.
I reach out and tap his shoulder, "excuse me sir?" I repeat.
"I'm fine here." He mumbles, rushed.
"No I, I'm seeing if you need some company? Someone to talk to? It's just I'm in that room directly over there, I saw you looked rather bothered." I point to the glass window as it reveals my bland hospital room.
His face lifts up slowly as he looks directly at me.
"Sorry love, I thought you may have been a nurse." He says with no emotion. His hands intertwine as they grip tightly onto one another.
"Nope, just a crazy patient sadly enough" I say with a grin as I sit down leaving what feels like meters between us.
"Are you okay out here?" I pull my right knee to my chest. He nods as he says silent.

"My wife...58 years we've been married, I told that women to wait till we got to our 60th anniversy before either of us could leave, but of course the stubborn women she is, decides to leave before getting my permission." He sits his face into his palms. My heart weak, all I want to do is hug him.
"Woah 58 years, that's incredible you have to admit."
"Yeah well, 60 would've been better." He replied as he takes a deep breath in and wipes his face once again.
"But hey, that's life, we had some great memories and if it wasn't her it was going to be me some time soon anyway." He smiles as if he was looking back at old photos of the two.
"So why are you here young lady? You're not getting into those drugs like most of the kids nowadays? Let me tell you, if I've learnt anything, drugs is not the answer." He points at me as his eyes lock right into mine.
"I honestly wish it was drugs if I must be completely honest" I chuckle as I look at the ground, he looks shocked and confused. "Cancer" I add in as his face goes back to no emotion staring back at the grass.
"So young." He shakes his head in disapointment.
"The world can be such an amazing place it's just the people they choose to hurt, that's the scary part" he adds.
"I'm Arthur by the way" he says as he turns to me with his hand out.
I shake it softly as I reply "Millicent" smiling he smiles in response.
"Well Millicent I better be off, I have a funeral to plan, I am very sorry to hear about that god awful disease, keep that head up, you got this in the bag" he slowly stands up pushing his palms against his knees for support as he turns and winks walking off along the path leading back into the building.

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