Alfonso's Bride

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A sharp scream sounded from Alfonso's room and Helena leapt from her seat next to the piano running towards her husband's room. It had been a month since Annie had started teaching her how to play 'My Darling Clementine' and she was beginning to feel easy with the keys of the piano. She burst into the room where she found Alfonso kicking out his legs in pain as he gurgled thick foam in his mouth. She ran towards him to try and talk to him but he was too quiet just gurgling and choking on the thick foam.

Maybe he had tried to kill himself again or rather overdose his pills. She looked around the bedroom to find the month's supply still in the medicine cabinet. Helena panicked, stood up and turned frantically running outside.

Doctor Foster who had come for the weekly checkup abruptly parked his car in the middle of the road leading into Clanville when he saw Helena maniacally running out towards him. He grabbed his first aid kit and his lab coat and ran alongside Helena into the house and burst into the bedroom where Alfonso was now lying on the floor unconscious.

Foster lost his calm and ran back out to come back with a wheelchair. Annie helped put Alfonso on the wheelchair and they pushed him towards the car then raved towards St Peters.

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Helena entered Alfonso's room bracing herself for whatever she would find there. Alfonso was neatly tucked in bed under the blue hospital covers. There was a terrible resemblance of a old spider by the way his feeble anatomy lay curled under the thin blanket. She wondered why she had not noticed his loss of weight. She slowly moved towards him to sit next to her husband. She grabbed his rather boney, pale and damp hand, and brought it to her lips.

"Hold my hand would you...you will not die on me...would you?" She desperately looked at his face as if expecting him to flip his eyes and say, "Hell, I won't."

It didn't happen.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she threw her torso on his sobbing recklessly, her shoulders shaking with every sob. "Tell me. Talk to me please.....Today....today is my birthday...you have to wake up, sir Diego." She lied. "Sir Diego...please. Wake up please...I'm even begging okay. Show me a miracle...please.'

The monitors started beeping and his hand twitched. The beep quickly turned into a wail then an obnoxious siren. Doctors burst into the room checking the intravenous codes, his pulse and body temperature.

"We're losing him," one of the paramedics announced to her colleagues oblivious of Helena's presence in the room.

"No, we are not!" Helena shouted from a distance,"His hand moved...he moved. I...I saw him..."

"It was just a reflex," the doctor just stated as if prescribing some antibiotics.

"No! He wanted to wake up! He...he woke up..." The monitors wailed louder and one of the doctors, Doctor Dawson got hold of Helena's waist pulling her out of the ward. Alfonso's hand twitched again causing on of the female paramedics to look at everyone and confirm, "He is moving."

Silence broke out except Helena's choked and muffled sobs. Alfonso's hand moved again, this time a long drag to the mask on his face. He was trying to pull it out. The doctors snapped into action- Dawson pulling Helena out of the room, the rest huddled around Alfonso as his eyes finally flung open.

Helena stumbled into the corridor not sure whether to cry or be happy that he was finally awake. She chose crying...not really sure why she was crying. Tears flowed from her eyes as she sat on the corridor bench. "Show me a miracle..." She whispered inaudibly as she clicked her knuckles on the bench she sat on. She missed her mother very much, she missed her father too. She simply missed home and wished she could go back.