Beautiful End

In The Hospital

Elvis

It's exactly a week since I got admitted at the Saint Monica's hospital and I  haven't heard anything about Sandra's case, and it was slowly killing me. My Mom came every single day to check up on me and made sure I got everything I needed. My two sisters made sure to drop by each time they closed from work.

Today for instance, Mom sat beside me on the bed stroking my hair gently without a word, sometimes I know Mom misses Dad very much but what can one do? ,in such an unfair world like this where people died, people got hurt, people cried, and life moved  on.

I patted her hand as I smiled lightly at her. Sometimes I  wish she could just move on and marry again but my Mom still holds onto the notion that nobody is perfect enough for her than my Dad.

I sometimes missed my Dad too and I  know that my siblings also missed him too even though for the sake of my Mom they try not to bring it up.When Dad died, Mom got rid of everything that reminded her or us about Dad.She cried for a long time and those days were the longest and saddest days of my life,but am grateful Mom seemed a little over it now after so many years.

A nurse came over later to check up on me after telling my mom that I will be good to go in four more weeks by then which they hoped my wounds would have healed.

She asked me if I  needed anything but my Mom told her I was okay, after that, she left and told us of  for the night. Mom tucked me in bed like she used to do when I  was a kid and kissed me goodnight. I slept uneasily that night.

It was a blurry light but I could see clearly in fact enough to see that I  was on a road in the middle of nowhere, I tried to remember how I got here but to no avail. The last thing I remembered was going to bed that night after my mom had left.

  It seemed like I  had lost every sense of time and reason, I walked down the road shivering in the cold night but even the cardigan made of thick wool which I  loved so much did nothing to stop the cold from getting to me. It bit into my skin like little needles piercing my skin.

As I  walked along the road, I  noticed the never ending stretch of trees, suddenly I  saw a huge building about five storeys, looming towards the blurry night sky. A pinch of hope surged up in me as I  realised this was my chance of getting shelter for the night away from this biting cold. The building would have seemed normal to me if not for the way it was found in an isolated place.

As I neared the building, a sudden movement caused me to stop and seek refuge under one of the many trees that lined the street leading to the building, as I watched on from the protection of the tree, a man came out of the building, dragging someone along who was screaming and kicking, obviously trying to escape from the man.

As I  contemplated on what to do, I took a closer look at the screaming girl and my eyes almost bulged out of it socket as I  realised it was Sandra, suddenly without thinking I  was running towards them and before I knew, a shot rang out at the same time at which a sharp pain tore through my ribs, all I  heard were   shouting and crying which I  guess was coming from Sandra. My beloved Sandra, then I heard nothing again.

Someone was shaking me vigorously, too vigorously for my liking. I opened my eyes to see one of the nurses holding on to my hand trying to soot me. ' Its gonna be okay, it was just a dream'., she said as she stroked my hair which was so  unprofessional, I felt uncomfortable especially after what I  had dreamt about but succumbed to it after I  realised she wasn't gonna hurt me.

As much as I tried after, I couldn't go to bed and the dream I had wasn't helping much, finally I forced myself to go to bed only for the dream to continue, I felt like I was in a movie as I  watched my lifeless body hit the ground and Sandra scream on, calling my name.

She jerked herself away from the man holding her as she knelt beside me willing me to open my eyes. She was crying out so loud that the man got irritated and dragged her away further from me.

I  lay there crying in pain as I watched her going, unable to help her. I tried to get up but the pain that shook my frame, reminded me that I was helpless.

Suddenly I was jerked awake  by a constant bugging noise, I  opened my eyes to see my mom looking down on me with concern written all over her face. 

I smiled to assure her I was fine and she heaved a sigh of relieve. I began to tell her about my dream and my mom all listening and  patience, listened to me without interrupting once until the end, something which I was grateful for.  I LOVE MY MOM.

Inspector Humming looked at me wearily as he told me for the hundredth time that day that the police cannot start an investigation based on a mere dream, which was rather getting on my nerves. But all the same, I  was happy that the body which I was to identify, the same body for which I found myself in this situation was not Sandra.

I couldn't make head and tail of this dream just like the first ever dream I had about Sandra before she was kidnapped. I tried to tell the Police about what I had seen but in my dream but as usual they wouldn't listen, thinking they knew their job so well.
Mom was also not helping at all not with her constant words of it's just a dream.
I mean I know it's just a dream but need I constantly be reminded of that?.

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