Risorgimento

15: Good Samaritan Hospital

Agatha was feeling nervous while on the bus. The words of her aunt kept on spurring inside her head. "I just found him on the floor, I-I don't know what happened. He had a hard time breathing earlier so he said he'll just get his medicine. Then I heard a loud thump on the floor and there I saw him." Agatha closed her eyes and listened to the music that was playing through her earphones as she tried to calm herself. Everything will be fine, she said.

"You alright, darling?" An old lady tapped her arm making her jump in her seat. She was wearing a brown coat over her sweater. The lady must've been around her 70's. "Oh I'm sorry. It just seems as if you're distressed?"

"It's my uncle," she said and took off the earphones. "He's rushed to the hospital I'm going to right now."

"I'm very sorry. I hope your uncle is doing well when you get there," the old lady smiled and took something from her bag. "Here," she said as she held out her hand with a bracelet on it. "You can have this."

"I have a lot of bracelets already-"

"Take it. It'll help you with your business, trust me," she winks and lightly placed it on Agatha's hand.

"Seventh street!" the driver said making the lady stand and leave Agatha. She turned to her one last time and said "Take good care of it," she said and walked out of the bus.

Agatha watched the lady walk away without looking back at her, she headed to the suburb part of the area. She looked down at the bracelet and held it closer to her eyes to see it properly. With the dimmed lights in the bus, it absolutely gave her a hard time to see. It was a bracelet with a green stone hanging. It was simple as if it was personally made by hand.

"Good Samaritan Hospital!" the driver exclaimed making Agatha stand and move towards the front and wait for the bus to stop.

"Thank you," she said quietly to the driver who gave her a smile and closed the door once she stepped off the bus.

Agatha sighed and checked the message her aunt sent her, it was the room where her uncle was. The sky was already dark as she made her way to the entrance. The glass doors opened automatically and she saw the people minding their own businesses. She saw to her right a man who was holding in his arms, who probably was his daughter, as they waited patiently at the waiting area. She looked to her right and saw two nurses on their break as they spoke to each other whilst one of them was getting water from the water dispenser. She felt a wind hit her face as the person rushed from behind her, he was a teenage boy, panting as he asked the receptionist a question and immediately headed east. When the boy left, Agatha then went straight to the receptionist and tried her best to speak.

"Hi, I just wanna ask where the room 405 is?" she said to the lady who was sitting on the swivel chair in front of her. She was already tired, Agatha could see it on her face. The dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, and droopy eyes told Agatha that the nurse has been on a long shift.

"It's on the fourth floor, right side."

"Thank you," she said even if the lady gave her a bit of an attitude. Agatha always keeps in mind what her mother has told her. That she should always understand what the person is going through, no matter how the person acts.

When Agatha arrived at her uncle's room, she saw that her aunt was asleep on the couch as her Uncle Oz was watching television. The series he was watching was about motor bikers that go around states with their big motorbikes. He turned and saw his niece making him smile.

"Hey, nugget!" Uncle Oz said making his wife turn. He winced and shushed Agatha who chuckled. His long hair was untied from its usual ponytail, and his beard was not brushed unlike how he does it during regular days. Agatha walked towards him after closing the door and gave him a hug.