The beeping machines, dragging chairs and deafening conversations echoed the room.
Deafening in a sense that their whispers are amplified to a thousandth time, every grunt, sneer and snort were heard as much as the well articulated words of the man in white, my Father.
“We’re running out of time.” My father replied, impatience dripping from his voice. I looked at him and focused. I could see his heart beating, the oxygen and carbon dioxide exchanging in the alveolar sacs. Suddenly, the alarm went off and everybody went into panic. My father’s heartbeats became louder and faster. In a state of chaos, someone disengaged all cables attached to me. I could hear shouts, running, gun fires, pants and gasps. I could feel the fast heart beat of this stranger.
“Everything will be okay. Now, let’s get out of here” Were his words filled with conviction.
I closed my eyes and waited for it all to end while still sensing every event that took place.
“I’m sorry, princess. It looks like your knight wouldn’t make it. I would be leaving my lady wife and baby boy in this kingdom forever. But I hope that one day, you will meet my baby boy and tell him to chase his dreams and be the man his daddy will be proud of. And—when you see my wife, tell her that I will see her on our next life.” Tears were streaming down his face as he held me on his left arm and a locket with a picture of a beautiful brunette woman and a boy with full black hair and big blue eyes on his right hand. He sighed. And the mere action seemed like it took him a lot of effort to do so.
I laid my head on his chest to let him know that I understood everything he said. I read his name stitched on his breast pocket, Julian Moore. As if he sensed it, he muttered “Thank you” and with one last shudder, his heart stopped. Right then and there, I allowed myself to cry. I cried the way babies cry when their toys are taken from them. I cried the way I cried when I was ripped away from my mother. I cried as the alley cats gathered and purred.
“Oh! Jesus Christ! A dead man—and a baby” a woman’s voice interrupted my cries.
“Come here baby. You’re safe now.” The woman with a foul smell took me from my savior. I held on to his locket.
