To the moon and back

Chapter 4.1

Chapter 4.1

Along everything came happiness. Along with the happiness came light, that kind of light that shines in the morning after having a night full of frights and nightmares. And along with the light was Annika.

Absurdly, since seeing her off at Klacont hospital's car park I didn't get to meet her nor see her for the following seven days I visited Jennifer.

It was either Jennifer telling me "Oh, you just missed her by few moments" or "She asked about you today."

That did not bother me that much. I was not yet attached to her strongly. I liked her but not in the way I could say of Hannah.

Devastatingly, I had not asked Hannah out yet, blaming that on the fear of being rejected because I felt that it was too early to go into that and besides that, I had not for once called her since taking her number. So stupid of me!

The week was the first of the toughest of that month for Jennifer since waking up from her coma. Not that it had been a smooth ride the previous two months; this one had surpassed them with its happenings.

The six months the teenager had had reduced to five and she had received her third chemotherapy treatment which had her vomiting a lot for some days.

Doctor Maynards had not ruled out the chemotherapy treatment because he believed that there was still a chance for Jennifer despite the six months she was expected to not last. Amid the time she was having the vomiting problem, she by herself discovered that all the hair that was supposed to be on her body was gone. She was so sad about it that for almost a whole day she talked to nobody but God only by singing, "son of David have mercy on me, son of David have mercy on me, son of David have mercy on me......"

She went on and on, crying soundlessly. My mother was in tears because of her. She had failed to comfort her. I too failed to. Nobody managed to.

At around 6 P.M, like a person having a seizure just not with the foam in the mouth, Jennifer passed out. I and my mother easily noticed her and called for help. She was shivering abnormally as her eyeballs seemed to be twisting around. Doctor Maynards and two nurses came to her rescue. Due to my mother's crying we were forced out of the room and we were not allowed to go in unless told.

Over thirty minutes we waited.

"She was dehydrated which is not a good thing for her with her condition but otherwise she is okay" doctor Maynards said to us when he and the nurses had come out of the room. "We have administered to her morphine and have given her a drip of glucose. Worry less, she will be alright."

"Can we see her?" my mother asked desperately.

"Sure" said the doctor. "Try to control the tears when with her and be cheerful. You sad and her sad it's not a good combination."

He allowed us back into the room.

By midnight Jennifer seemed to be doing okay. It was as if she had been faking everything.

Despite showing improvements she was not allowed to go further than her room, not even the ward she was in. She was going to be stuck there for a while according to doctor Maynards, meaning that I still had to adjust to the life of being alone at home and yeah, with nobody to talk to if Eddie had not called or had ended our conversation on the phone by cutting off the line.