Forever Always

Icu

I can see Jenna, bending down to floor while I set the order on the table. I quickly make my way back to the bar stool.

"Jen, are you okay," I say with a worried voice.

"Yes I am, just cleaning up the coffee that spilt down here." She places the towel on the counter top. "Im going to take this back, and then use the restroom, do you mind standing here for a bit, I don't want the manager walk in and no one is greeting the guest."

"Of course, get going now."

I grab my phone from my pocket and take a look at it. Three missed calls all from Mrs.Donald. I wonder what's up with her.

Ring ring ring
"Hello, May finally you picked up I kind of need help, it's an emergency my car broke down two blocks away from where you work at."  She says with her raspy voice getting out of breath.
"Where you at exactly send me the address I'll be there in 10, just stay in the car."
I put my phone back in my pocket. Lucky for me Jen was back.

"Jen I have an emergency, I need to go, I'll try to be back as soon as possible." I say taking off my apron and placing it on the hanger. I took off to the door without listening to what Jen was muttering.

I arrive to Mrs. Donald. Where was her son? Does he not care? Then I realize I left my own family. But it's all different. Mrs. Donald is a person anyone would love to have as a mother. I care for her so much. I ran up to her 80s car. I knock on the window.
There she sits with her blood dripping out of her nose. My eyes filled with tears.
I swung the door open.

"Mrs. Donald, are you okay?! Answer me please!"
But no answer.
My heart raced I can almost believe that I feel it out coming out of my chest.
"Please," I was panicking. Not knowing what to do at the moment. I held her wrist feeling her heart beats. Slowly they beat.
I take my phone out and dial 911. But I knew that it would take them forever to get here especially in LA traffic.
Running up to the closest store around me.
I call for help. Luckily an old guy comes to help. While the other just stand there staring.
"Dial 911," the old guy says while pouring cold water on her head to stop the bleeding.

I can hear the ambulance near by.
"They're here!" I cry, catching my own breath.

The men carry her out of her car to the ambulance. I drop on the floor. Holding in the pain. Remembering all the good things of what she has done for me. All the sweet moments we had. And the memories won't stop ending. My eyes fill with tears. I look up at the ambulance, looking at her lay on the stretcher. My heart aching. I held it in.

"Are you her daughter?" The nurse asks me while I wait outside the emergency room.
What will I say.

"No I'm not in her neighbor, is there anything new?" I said looking at the nurse with my eyes full of tears. I can see the nurse had bad news. By the way she looked at me.
"She's going to be in ICU, we tried all we can but she had a brain hemorrhage that wasn't easy to control. She's in a coma. I hope that she'll be fine. Some guy named Noah called and we told him to come to ICU floor. " She handed me Mrs. Donald's phone.

ICU? Brain damage. The news wasn't sinking into my head. My emotions, are they there. But why? What has she done. The most healthiest old women I've ever met. She was just okay this morning.

I looked up at the time 5:30 pm.
It felt like the time wasn't passing any quicker I just wanted someone to come up to me and tell me that she's awake. I sat in the lobby listening to old people, talk about patients staying in ICU for almost a year. As I was getting up to head out to see Mrs. Donald from the glass window. I spot Noah there with his head leaned to the glass.
I wasn't good with comforting. I just stood there looking at him. The feeling he has must be tough. It took him years to come back and this is what he came to see. His mom laying in the ICU room, all wired up.

I wonder how my mom is. Would it be as hard for me to see her like this. Or would it not move me a bit. My tears fall uncontrollably. I made my way back to the lobby and sat back at my seat. A old lady gave me a pat on the back.
"It's okay, old fellas like us, have no time to live a long life." 
I sighed. And I burst out crying hiding my face in my hands.

Crying, was the answer at the time. It let my emotions all out. My mixed emotions. I didn't know where to start from. The old women sitting by me handed me a box of tissues. I took some more than just some. Blew my nose and dried up my tears.

Noah walks by sits on the bench right in front of me. He had no tears. But his face, says a lot. It looked like he was hurting a lot. I would love to go up to him and hug him, and tell him that everything will be alright.