Chasing Rain ✓

On My Knees

For you my dear, I can go against the world. So what it is to go in the Beast's cave to sacrifice myself to save you from the cruel world.
-Rain

RAIN POV

How does it feels when your whole world comes crashing down. That one phone call had made my heart beating faster as I raced through the roads never caring about the traffic lights or the speed board.

My Amber! Her face, her smile, her tears and everything else. All the sweet memories were coming in front of my eyes. Like the first time when she was handed to me after two months of serious observation, how she wrapped her tiny fingers around my middle finger.

Or how the first time she walked or played in the park. How we use to sneak in the kitchen at night under the nose of Nana to eat ice cream. It was all coming back.

"Amber is fine Rain. She is your daughter, she is a brave girl.", I said to myself as I drove through the streets.

She has to be alright. Their is so much for us to do and accomplish. Oh god, if ever I have made a mistake punish me for it but don't make my child suffer. Please God, please.

Soon I found myself parking my car. I got down on my clumsy feet and dashed to the reception. Never in my life I have run so fast. But what can one say, life takes unexpected turns.

"Amber Carter.", I said in a small voice to the receptionist. My voice was hoarse and quivering. I never wanted to come to a hospital again and definitely not to meet my daughter. The smell of medicines always made me want to puke. I couldn't bare the sight seeing my three year old in ICU.

"Ma'am! Hello?", the receptionist asked definitely confused. I was too deep in my thoughts to have listened to her voice.

"Yes.", I said looking in her direction now providing her with my full attention.

"May I know your relationship with Ms. Amber?", she asked in a business like tone.

"I am her mother.", I replied politely. She nodded her head and then furiously typed something on the computer.

"Second floor, third corridor, emergency segment.", she replied in a monotone.

I quickly took the stairs and dashed to the second floor. I looked for a direction chart but it was confusing and time consuming so I asked one of the ward boys.

"Sir can you tell me in which direction is the emergency room?", I asked a boy with pimples decorating his face.

"Just take a right and go straight.", he said dismissing me.

I muttered a quick thank you and followed his directions. On my way I could see different types of people and families. Some were anxious to know what was wrong with them. Others were grieving at the loss of their loved ones and some others had tears of happiness after knowing that their loved ones were safe.

Soon I could make out two figures siting anxiously outside the ICU. One was my nana who was saying most probably scolding herself and other one was my nanu who was gently supporting his wife.

I went to both of them. As soon as they saw me they stood up. Now seeing the broken expression on the face of my Nana I could not hold back my tears.

"What's wrong wi-ith her?", I asked in between of my sobs. Nana pulled me in her chest. This was what I needed at that moment. Just some warmth to my cold heart.