Sighted

Chapter 7

The beeping sound used to be so common to hear, but now that I was back in the hospital after a week, it was the most annoying sound ever. But I didn't want it to stop, I actually wished it would get louder, so I knew my grandma's heart was getting stronger. But it remained the same, as well as her condition.

I was told that she was out of her coma, paperwork from the montiors showed that she woke up sometime in the middle of the night. Dad disconnected the phone long ago, he was tired off all the condolence calls, wishing that his mother would get well. So the nurses had no way of getting a hold of us, it was the only number dad had written down.

That's why when I walked into the hospital, I nearly had a heartattack when she pulled me aside. She had to get me to calm down before she told me the good news, I was thinking the worst.

I tuned the nurse out after that, trying to ignore her statements of her only having a few months, the fluid building around her lungs, or how disoriented she seemed. I just wanted to see her, that one sign of her waking up was what gave me hope that she was getting rid of her cancer. She was, I knew she was. She just needed more time.

She was already back asleep by the time I got in there, but I didn't want to wake her. I sat down in my usual chair, and pulled out homework for once. I was falling behind in a lot of my classes.

I was surprised by how many math problems I got done with how uncooperative my stomach was being with all of the excitement. I was in the deepest concentration I've been this whole year, until I heard a soft noise coming from the bed.

My head shot up, seeing my grandma's head shift from one direction to another. Pushing my algebra book off of me, I stumbled over to the bed. "Grandma?"

Her eyes fluttered open, her fading brown eyes scanning the ceiling like there was a story written up there. I made my way around to the other side of the bed, closer to her head. "Grandma," I repeated.

She blinked again, looking over at me with a dazed expression. My stomach filled with even more nerves, my eyes filling with water. "Grandma, can you hear me?"

"Fiona," she croaked, reaching up to touch my cheek.

I shook my head, not taking much note of it. It was common for people to say that I looked a lot like my dad's sister, I could see why she mistook me for her. "No, Grandma, it's me. Mia. It's me."

She blinked again, locking eyes on me with a more serious expression. She must have been in a daze before, but now she looked well aware of her surroundings. "Miara," she smiled.

I grinned at my nickname, something she gave me since birth. I wasn't really sure what it meant, I thought it was just a word from her old Cherokee  language.

A tear started to fall down my cheek, I wiped it away quickly. "About time you woke up."

She laughed, but soon started coughing.

My heart sank a little to see that she was still struggling, but at least she was well awake now.

"Do you need water?"

She shook her head, inhaling a sharp breath as she relaxed into her bed. "I'm okay."

My smile shrank a little, but her's seem to grow back within seconds. Her eyes were locked back onto the ceiling, she looked like the happiest woman in the word. "You missed the best thing last night," she grinned.

"And what was that?"

She raised her hand towards the ceiling. "This beautiful choir woke me up last night. It was so peaceful, I just wanted to fall back asleep."