Chapter III

The next day was so crucial. The doctor was checking my condition. My head was aching heavily. My whole body was hurting due to several wounds and swollen muscles. I felt tremendous pain on my back and leg. It feels like it would never end. I was crying. Anyone can tell I was feeling so bad. A nurse injected me with something...cortisone shot...I know it was cortisone to lessen the pain...and I went off...

It took several days for me to recover. Wounds are healing and my body responded to every treatment I received. Aaron was always there. Every day, he visited me in my room...wishing me well...telling funny stories to make our days a little bit lighter. He witnessed my recovery...every development...every struggle... everyday... on his wheelchair.

It was a sunny day when the doctor told us I can go home anytime soon. Aaron was so happy with the news and so was I. But when I looked him in his eyes, the happiness faded. Aaron knew what was on my mind. And before I could talk, he was able to manage and asked the doctor if he can go home with me. And the doctor was silenced... for a while. He just stared to both of me and Aaron... looking his eyes to us...that blank, startled and worried stare...It scared me.

To avoid further conversation, the doctor told the nurse to bring Aaron back to his room. Again, it made me nervous. Aaron noticed the worries in me and before I could even utter a word, he held my hand, pressing it gently, looking deeply into my eyes and said ³I will be fine... I don¶t feel anything bad in me except this swollen leg baby... don¶t worry...please...ok?´... and he kissed my hand...

Late in the afternoon, Aaron came back. I was half asleep when the nurse pulled his wheelchair next to my bed. I felt his presence...I know he¶s there...just watching me...trying to look fine...I know he¶s preparing himself to tell me about his condition. Still with close eyes, I said ³I hope we can go home together hon...´,I slowly opened my eyes and turn to look at him. ³Well, the doctor said I have to undergo a physical and therapeutic treatment here for a week before I can go home...it¶s no big deal sweetie... it¶s just a week...you can visit me here if you want...´ and he just smiled...just sitting there on his wheelchair...

³Are you sure...?´ I asked. ³Yeah, that¶s what he told me...´ he said. ³I really hope it¶s nothing serious...´ I told him. ³No, no...it¶s nothing serious, sweetie, don¶t worry...I trust my doctor...´ and he smiled...again.

I had doubts...I can feel it...I trust Aaron and he never lied to me...even just once but I don¶t know...I just sensed there¶s something missing... something that I don¶t know. But then, I just conditioned my mind that whatever it is, it will come out in the open and someone would tell me about it... soon.

Days passed by so fast and it¶s time for me to go home. I could smell the scent of my garden again. I missed home. The veranda...the coffee table...the bed...everything...at last I will be home...without Aaron...

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