THE HOSPITAL
She laid so helpless and seemed frozen as I walked towards her bed. The smell of hospitals had always been a turn off for me. Doctors and nurses in white robes and caps. Tubes and masks and help desks with maids scribbling unreadable words on files. My eyes were fixed on her face as I stood beside her and slowly held her hand. She started to cry.
"I`m so cold pop.." she murmured.
I covered part of her legs that was exposed. Her movement was restricted as her left foot was covered in plaster and bandages. She had fractured her ankle and that to me was lucky enough. That she didn`t land on her head when she jumped from the second floor. One would quite easily lose one`s balance from that height or maybe lucky enough it was just from the second floor. Unthinkable. It came to all this as a result of a quarrel that started over a phone. Dozens of questions bombarded my mind but not a single one came out of my mouth. Refrain was my ultimate discipline at that moment.
"I`m so sorry I..." she began to explain.
"Ssshh.. ok..just hang in there baby.." I said although part of me wanted her to finish her explanation. Somehow I had already sensed that there were nothing good to listen to. Another part of me didn`t want to hear what she was going to say.
At times she`d break like a little girl but that day had taken a lot to make her cry. Not from the pain of her fractured ankle but something inside that had been dragging her mind to the brink. Love or hatred, awkwardly enough it took a hospital to magnify one`s deep feelings that couldn`t find the right words to say all these while.
I covered part of her legs that was exposed. Her movement was restricted as her left foot was covered in plaster and bandages. She had fractured her ankle and that to me was lucky enough. That she didn`t land on her head when she jumped from the second floor. One would quite easily lose one`s balance from that height or maybe lucky enough it was just from the second floor. Unthinkable. It came to all this as a result of a quarrel that started over a phone. Dozens of questions bombarded my mind but not a single one came out of my mouth. Refrain was my ultimate discipline at that moment.
"I`m so sorry I..." she began to explain.
"Ssshh.. ok..just hang in there baby.." I said although part of me wanted her to finish her explanation. Somehow I had already sensed that there were nothing good to listen to. Another part of me didn`t want to hear what she was going to say.
At times she`d break like a little girl but that day had taken a lot to make her cry. Not from the pain of her fractured ankle but something inside that had been dragging her mind to the brink. Love or hatred, awkwardly enough it took a hospital to magnify one`s deep feelings that couldn`t find the right words to say all these while.
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