A Story Untold

Unexpected turn

The days seemed to pass quickly, though the days were long and painful. So many things happened that they became too hard to focus on.
I slowly got worse as the time went by. Each ticking minute added to suffocation I felt with my sickness. I kept dosing in and out of consciousness.

The blurring bright lights I saw every time I opened my eyes, the mumbling voices I heard with each passing nurse checking in on me, and the familiar voice I seemed to grow more and more comfortable with. Doctor Cullen. He was mostly gentle with me. From the first day I met him, he seemed to genuinely want to help. He was now helping my mother as well. Two patients who have the same illness, that must be terrible. Especially when they both have the same percentage of life and death. Plus on top of that, they're both mother an son.
Even though he had to deal with the added stress of me getting worse every minute, along with my mother, he seemed to say calm the entire time. He was trying his best to help us both and I was thankful.
If these were my last memories, I would be happy knowing a man like him was alive. He restored my faith in humanity.

"Mister Masen?" The familiar voice called to me while I was asleep.

"Mister Masen, it's me again, Dr. Cullen, I have been told that you have been worsening even with the antibiotics, I feel we might need to up the dosage again." He said as I felt his cold fingers touch my arm as he felt for a vein.

"Hmm?" I felt myself say out loud trying to form my words. They had me on drugs that were meant to help me sleep, but they made it harder for me to move and talk. It was like my body wasn't working.

"What is that Mister Masen?" He asked as he stopped touching my arm.

"M-my mother?" Was all I could form into words. I could see from the small opening my eyes allowed me to. Dr. Cullen's expression seemed to grow sympathetic.

"She is worsening like you, I am afraid." He took a deep breath and continued to put the IV into my arm. I jumped a bit to the pinch of the needle. He then added "Though, she is refusing to take anymore antibiotics, there's not much I can do to help her if she refuses help."

I felt my eyebrows pull together as I processed what he was telling me. My mother was being stubborn. Stubborn just like my father.

"But she's okay?" I asked in a weak voice.
I knew the answer to this but I wanted to be sure.

"Your mother is alive. We're doing what she allows us to do. Mister Masen, you shouldn't worry too much. You're Ill and that will only add to it." He said and he pulled the pillow from under my head up to prop me up more.

"I promise you Mister Masen, I will do what I can to help her and you. Do not fret." He said as he put a wet cloth on my forehead. As he did that, a nurse walked in.

"Dr. Cullen! That's my job to do." She said while jogging to us. She hadn't been doing it until now.

"Well I'm already in here, miss-." He said as he looked up at her asking her name.

"You can call me Macy." She said with a gentle smile. She was flirting with him while I was on my death bed.
Who could be so rude and selfish?
I thought to myself.

"Right, Macy." He said blandly not even noticing what she was doing. He pulled his attention to me again and smiled a bit at me.

"Get some rest." He said as he pulled away and looked back at Macy before speaking again.

"He needs to be on a higher dosage of antibiotics. Keep the rest of the medicine the same. Also, try and keep up with the other needs, such as keeping him comfortable." He said raising his eyebrows. He turned to look at me and winked with a grin. He then walked out of the room.