When we were 27.
I was carrying Rich as we watched the perfect view of sunrise from the window. I was also on my way to our bedroom to call Karl for I was done preparing for our breakfast. As I got inside our room, I heard Karl vommiting at the cr. I gently placed Rich inside his crib and checked Karl. I saw him on his knees down, facing the toilet bowl. I held his left arms and I was shocked as I saw that he was throwing up a pale of blood.
My whole body was shaken. I immediately called for an ambulance and after a couple of minutes, we rushed him to the nearest hospital. I needed to call my parents to look out for Rich.
Karl was still on the emergency room and the doctor and nurses were really gushing back and forth from the door and that made me nervous. I knew it was a serious condition because there was a blood on it. I was all alone waiting for the result and I couldn't help but to cry.
I saw the doctor walking out from the room, more relaxed. He told me that my husband should have a serious medication for he was having leukaemia. As the doctor stated that, I felt my blood running out my system, I felt my whole body tensing and I was on my way to pass out. But all I was thinking that time was that Karl needed me.
And so, Karl started a lot of medication. We were always praying for a fast recovery, I knew he could because he was a strong man and he also needed to. I could always felt his eargness to gain a good health again, Rich was one of his motivation. I never seen Karl getting weak. I knew that it was just a challenge for the both of us.
I knew that we could make it, because we promised at each other. Through sickness and in health, remember?
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10 Years and Counting
Short StoryShe was never quite ready, but she was brave. She never seemed shattered, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles that she won. And the universe loved that.