With me

THE TRAGIC MOMENT

 Chap1

I could hear my mom sobbing in the corner. And even my dad too. I wanted to wake up but I couldn't. I couldn't open my eyes even if I tried very hard to do so. There was just nothing I could see or do. I was helpless.

      The last time I had opened my eyes was some 24 hrs ago, before I became unconscious. I could feel my mom's tears falling down on my hands which I couldn't move at all. A shiver ran down through my spine when I pictured an image of my mom and dad crying because never in my life I had watched them cry.

   "Wake up, my strong little girl" said my dad with his fingertips on mine. "You must live for us". I couldn't do anything but hear them. I just wanted to assure them that I was still alive.

I had never been in a hospital before. Once again with all my strength, I tried to open my eyes but I just couldn't. So finally I managed to terminate the questions which were popping up in my mind one after the other repeatedly, but then I stopped myself and went off to sleep.

"She is a brave girl. She'll absolutely be fine" I heard someone speaking when I woke up in the morning. I realized that I was still semi-conscious at that time. Fortunately, I managed to open my eyes partially and I saw a man standing beside me who was wearing a white coat. I saw the badge on his coat.

     There was something inscribed on it and it read 'Dr. Arnon White'. Yes, he was in charge of my medical treatment. Maybe he was in his 40s according to my observation. He was tall, fair, and thin I noticed as was examining me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me. I was not able to reply as my mouth was dried off maybe because of the antibiotics and the medicines which had been given to me continuously. "Get her a glass of water, will you?" he said to the nurse who was standing idly beside the bed. "Drink slowly" he said. I replied him, "I have severe pain all over my body. When will I recover? What has actually happened to me? Where are my parents?" "Don't think too much into it. You had met with an accident. And your parents are waiting outside in the corridor because I had told them as I was examining you."

The questions were rushing through my brain about the accident and my recovery, but my thoughts interrupted when I saw my mom and dad. They entered the ward with a smile on their pale faces, which I knew was not real. I knew that they needed mental support for sure because never in their wildest nightmares they would've imagined the condition in which I was. I wanted to pull off the injection needles from my skin and touch my parents. I needed their warmth, their care.

"Oh God! Jesus! Thank God you're safe" exclaimed my mom, when she saw me making some kind of gestures with my fingers, to call them. Watching them getting a sigh of relief made me feel better for a moment even though I was not feeling well. Being the only child, I was the centre of their world; their world started and ended up in me. I could see their worries and concerns about me in their moist eyes which were about to overflow now. I noticed the dried up stream of tears on their faces. It was clearly visible that they were controlling themselves, to not cry in front of me.

"Oh Ashley , I thought we would ...We would... l...o...s...e...." and suddenly she stopped as she couldn't continue her sentence further. She was falling short of words. She just hugged me, taking care that my saline bottle was in its place and I saw that my dad was standing in the corner of the room with his hands on his face covering his tears.

A minute later I needed to go to the bathroom, so I told my mom about that. "You should urinate in the urinating bag", said the nurse. But it was just so uncomfortable to do so, although I had no strength in myself to get up and walk up to the washroom. In spite of the severe pain in my body I wanted to go to the washroom.

'wait, I'll help you out. You don't have to do it alone', said my mom with concern. 'okay' I said as I was trying to get up from my bed.