The Sixth Sense

Chapter Two: Memories

Chapter Two: Memories

After the successful operation, I was left there in the hospital to stay for about two to three weeks. It was a relief though; it made my mom pass out when they took me inside my room, looking like a lifeless doll, filled with tubes going in and out of my body.

I woke up 5 days after, seeing the first thing with my new heart was my mom’s face. It was the moment that I realized that I was about to give up, but I didn’t think that I would hurt my mom. I hugged her, tears splashing in my face.

“Shh, it’s okay dear” she told me.

“I was so scared mommy,” I remember telling her as I sobbed on her chest.

“The doctor said you’ll be fine, but you have to stay here in the hospital for about a week or so” she told me. I pushed her aside to see her face. She has bags under her eyes, and wrinkles were visible on the corner of cheeks.

“Aren’t you sleeping mommy?”

“Oh I worry too much about you,” she whispered “I don’t need to sleep”

“Don’t worry about me mommy, I am stronger now, I have a brand new heart,” I smiled. “I’m hungry.”

Two weeks seemed like prison for me back then. I have nothing else to do but to lay there on my bed, staring at the hospital ceiling. I have my regular checkups and the doctor whom operated me often asks me how I’ve been, and many of them know me.

“How are you Brian?” a nurse with red hair asked me with her pleasant tone of voice.

“I’m fine thank you,” I mumbled as my mom wheeled me to the canteen.

“Would you like ice cream?” she asked me.

“No, it’s bad for my heart.” I told her, she laughed softly.

“No Brian, you can eat anything now, and who says ice is bad for your heart?” she asked me, smiling.

“I don’t know,” I answered timidly. She laughed once again, I began to blush.

“Hey Brian,” the familiar voice called me and my mom wheeled me to him. “Good morning Miss Conner,” he greeted with a smile. Everyone in the hospital smiles a lot. “How is he?”

“Oh he’s good,” my mom said with also a smile. Apparently, smiles are contagious. “He’s been doing pretty well enough Doctor Roger.”

“I told mommy I could walk she wouldn’t let me,” I said to the Doctor Rogers, I remembered exactly his name. He laughed.

“Well, you’d better get used to your mom, she’s just being protective” he replied.