Interlaced Fates (Book 1)

Oblivion: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I don't know what led me here but it seems like I've got nowhere to go by now.

The chapel is so quiet that I can almost hear my own heart beat.

I sat at the last pew inside the hospital's chapel. I lifted my gaze to the cross and saw Christ hanging. What could've Jesus Christ felt when he was betrayed by the people whom he have decided to trust?

Of course he already knew it was coming but still, how could he have forgave them so easily? 

I have always wondered, are miracles supposed to be grand and tagged as an impossible?

Because to me, miracles could also mean the small things. Like how we could still breathe and wake up every single day.

But now here I am, asking for a grand miracle.

I knelt. For the second time in my life, I felt useless and only praying could do anything about George's situation.

I know she is already dead, but still I know there might be a slim chance that she isn't.

How would I break this news to her parents? Of course they would not take this lightly.

Slowly, I made the sign of the cross.

"In all honesty, I don't quite know what to say. I know I should beg for forgiveness for things I knew I did wrong, but there is only one thing in my mind right now. It is about George's situation. You know her, and I bet you even love her. She is a great girl with a pure heart.

But I know she is imperfect, but why her?

Please don't take her away just yet. I still need her and the people around her. Please let her stay."

Tears began to crawl down my cheeks as I put my head down. I let them fall, and for once I let myself cry every thing out.

After my little meltdown, I sat back in the pew. I heard footsteps trodding into the chapel. And to my surprise that person sat beside me.

"I know you might not remember me anymore." I turned my head to face the person who sat beside me.

Who is she? I asked myself as I felt no recognition of her face nor her voice.

"Do you still remember the swing and the handkerchief?" She asked me with a smile plastered on her lips.

My brows almost met with confusion as I tried to recall my memories.

"I'm sorry but I can’t."

She shook her head helplessly and took a handkerchief out of the pocket in her uniform. And I do recognize the handkerchief.

It was the one I lent to the child in the swing, and soon I remembered it was also the day Grace broke up with me.

As if reading my mind, she smiled at me.

"Thank you. I really looked for you when my co-worker showed me a picture she took of you. I know it was time for me to give this back."

"You don't really have to thank me." I told her as I took my hanky and looked back at Christ who is hanging on the cross.

"Are you okay?" She cautiously asked.

I just smiled and said, "No."

"I met a lot of hopeless people in this hospital, a lot of them already wanted to die and just give up on life. Tell me, are you one of them?"

"Of course not. It's just that my best friend is brain dead." I said quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to." I said as I tried to sound as if it was just no big deal.

"Uh, I was just thinking maybe her parents would ask for a second opinion for your best friend? You know just in case the doctor's made a mistake." She suggested.

I thought about what she said, but I know there has only been one case that this scenario occured.

"I think it would not be bad to try." She said as if pushing me to take action the idea that she suggested.

There was silence as I stared of into space.

"I guess I have to go now Mr. Oliver. See you around and I hope the best for you and your best friend." She stood from my side and soon I am alone once more.

I took my phone from my pocket, I know I have to do this now because I know her parents are already worried.

I waited in agony as her dad's phone rang, I don't really know how to break it to them.

"Oliver, how is my daughter?" He asked in an instant.

"I am very sorry but she is brain dead."

And in that moment I felt my world collapse all over again, I felt how heart breaking the news is to them. But I have to tell them.

"Are you sure about that? Are you sure the doctors haven't made a mistake?" Her father's voice is shaking as I felt disbelief and devastation in them.

"We will head there Oliver. Stay with Sandra and George." He ordered and soon he hung up on me.

I stood from the pew and left the chapel. The rain is still pouring hard, I can hear it vividly. I walked back to George's room, like I have any choice?