Comatose

Chapter 16: Mother's Misery

                                                                            Mrs. Ahn's POV

    My mind is a derailed circus, my emotions are gymnasts soaring through the air like restless birds. I can't exactly explain how I was feeling; there are many emotions that bombard me all at once. 

    When the hospital called me about Heeyeon's accident, it felt almost surreal, like a dream, or more like a nightmare to be exact. It just all happened so suddenly; everything was smooth sailing in life; Taehwan debuted as an actor, Heeyeon and EXID won their first award for 'Lady', Solji was back and feeling better than ever, and my husband and I were finally at ease, but it seemed that fate wasn't planning on giving us a break just yet. 

   For a while, I denied that Heeyeon was in the accident in the first place. I didn't want to believe any part of it, how could I? How could a mother cope with the fact that their only daughter was in the hospital, stuck in a coma state, and yet can't be seen due to difficulties? 

    As a result of this distraught; my world seemed to collapse right after Heeyeon's began to freeze. She was timeless, but I seemed to have too much time. There wasn't much that I could do besides worry about the well-being of my child. Horrendous out-comes plagued my thoughts around the clock; preventing proper sleep, meals, and even hygiene. I can't remember the last time that I actually felt this gut-wrenching stab, but I am convinced that it is the absolute worst feeling that I've ever felt in my entire years of living. The fact that I can't see her makes the tunnel darker. With every picture that is released, I feel as if I'm dying with her. 

   I may have my enemies, but this is a pain that I wouldn't even wish upon them. No parent deserves to be in this position. My world is collapsing in it's own apocalypse and I'm frozen. At least that's how everything feels. A chain latched on to my ankle, which is attached to a heavy anchor, dragging me down the deepest trenches of the ocean. Every day that my daughter is asleep, it seems to be more of a desire for me to join her. I would do anything in my power to exchange places with my child. I would have my life on the line any day over any of my childrens'. 

  My mind doesn't switch from it's slump even as the pesky daylight cracks through the openings of my solid maroon curtains. Not even as my husband's speech emerges from the silence. 

  "Sweetie, it's Taehwan. He says there is something very urgent. It's about Heeyeon." His whispers tickle my ear. He coos softly like a sniffling puppy, begging it's owner for the light of day. Without a single word, I twist my head, just enough for my eyes to land upon the glowing screen that displays the photo of my one-and-only son. "Yes, Taehwan. What is it sweetheart?" I ask, my voice comes out, almost, more as a croak rather than a voice. I haven't spoken in days, so it isn't exactly a surprise that my tone is a bunch of rattled sticks, scratching against thin piece of wire. 

    "Mom, how long is it going to be until you guys get here? We really need you guys here." My young son slurs out slowly, his words chopping off his tongue as he speaks. 

    "We are heading on the next flight in about two days. How is everything over there, sweetie?" I seem to regret the words as soon as they slide from my lips. 

     "The doctor came for Noona's daily check-up. Eomma, she's not getting any better; she's not showing any positive signs to the drugs that they are putting her on. They told me that a decision is going to have to be made...You guys can either: keep her on life support, or..." A little sewing needle pokes at my heart with every syllable that my son speaks.