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ked orders at nurses and assistants as they tried to revive with urgency the patients that trooped in without mercy. Those that could be attended to and discharg

g second. The state of the ward didn't give her hope. She watched some doctors take over Ray and place him on a bed. They tried to perform

ppened?" One of the doc

ered, "He... He... He must have fallen. He has Corticobasal dege

y from where the doctors tried to bring life to Ray. She wandered restlessly by herself. Her mind swayed, filled wi

dismissed the thought. Calling them was only going to cause agitation and worry. It was nearly impossible for them to come and make a substantial difference. It was best to keep them in the dark since Ray was still alive and he had hope. If things didn't

orth her hands and held Ray's face with so much carefulness. One would think that if she applied too much pressure, his face would squish in her hands. Her eyes were heavy with tears, her cheeks puf

she met him, young and full of life. She didn't want to wake up to reality. She wanted to revel in the

aro

o hers. They studied her with a dedication that could be mistaken for longing or what someone does when they have the last chance to achieve something. In them, she saw admiration and love. She jerked the hand away from her face, stood up

budge or carry his eyes off her face. The love in them caused her knees to grow weak and she was losing the strength to stand. As much as that didn't make sense for her to be trapped in dreamland, it made less sense that Ray had enough strength to res

as not only in his eyes, but it was also in his voice. She shivered in her seat, goosebumps exploded all over her body. She dro

said there was no form of treatment. How could he suddenly act normal? It was scary and absurd. But before she could get to the door, Ray threw a hug at her from the bac

. Sharon had thought it was a passing moment. One of those moments when he remembered her and confessed his love, but he never stood up in those times. His words would remain slurred but his eyes shone

turned in his hands, and looked i

ighter hug. He was trying to prove something, she knew. She couldn't believe

sure I would lose you. You almost fell into a coma." She moved away from him and paced from left to right to left again. "That's not all Ray. You have Corticobasal degeneration disease. It has af

at his. "If I didn't know better, I would thi

leaned into his chest and cried, a heart-wrenching cry that could make a passer-by sad. Her heart rose in heavy chants

ight die from chest pain. And this is not a dream." He chuckled, she chuckled, they chuc

ed was to enjoy the company of a husband who recognized her and swelled with love and pride for her. Someone who could hold her and keep her safe in his embrace. Someone whose heartbeat rhymed with hers. Someone who re

at me and exploded in my head. I remember the doctor said I had Corticobasal. I remember how bad I kept getting." He raised her head and made sure they locked contac

im again. "We should tell the Doctor."

ng we need to finish before either of us steps out of here." He barely finished the words before he grabbed her by her neck and lowered his lips to capture hers. She didn't fight, she savored the feel of his m

nts on her body. Her hands were tracing his chest and twisting his hair as they enjoyed a kiss that took them seven years to have again. Her shawl was off her body, lying on the

ention-seeking, reminding her of a two-year-old who received a sibling. He walked away from her, locked the door, and raised his hands. "Are you satisfied now?" But he didn't wait for her to respond, because his hands were gliding off her shirt and he was leading her to the hospital bed. His hair was tangled in her fingers an

en twenty minutes since the pleasure time erupted. Sharon wanted to mention the high school reunion, b

to the 50th high school reunion with him. She wanted the two of them to be in the circle of friends from all those year

t with Ray. He was hers, she was his, there was no better fit. She finally raised her head, his eyes were devouring her. He seemed to never hav

her lips and she blushed. "I was

idened. "Y

ughed and she smiled in emba

ince me that you're fine

's get ready fo

ged first." She smiled at him a

ents. Some moments later, the couple left the hospital hand in hand, Ray wa

ue of the reunion. The hall was welcoming, with cream-colored lighting and smiling faces. Sharon was glad she could make it. She

er legs were certainly as fast because before Sharon could blink, she was locked in a hug with her favorite friend. "You said Ray was under the weather and

get fine, fly off the bed, an

and straighter. She had bags under her eyes and her makeup struggled to hide them. Sharon chose to keep mum about it. If Jessic

see the ot

top calling My Sun

r. "But have you seen Mark Pence and his wife, Freda, and her husband too? Come! C

s warmed Sharon's heart and she was glad once again that she didn't get to do it alone. She squeezed Ray's hand to show how glad she was that they were ther

ow him the pleasure of the body movements dancing required. With the cheers and encouragement of the others, she mounted the dance floor with Ray. His ca

s they had and the memories they were willing to create. It was like a song she once heard by the influence of her chef's daughter, Frankie. That day, Frankie came with her mother to work as usual during summertime, but

rankie seemed glad that someone was interest

on had never seen a brighter smile on the little girl's

. Because it was cheering to the ones they got, cheers to the wish that those they wanted to be there weren't, cheers to the drinks that brought back the memories o

ore. She thought that maybe somewhere in the sky, there truly was a God. Although the conflict that someone like Naomi died if God did

*

It had been almost twelve hours since he found the seemingly lifeless body of Edith at the doorstep. He looked up from where he sat in the hospital ward beside Edith's hospital b

above all else. He wanted to see her pretty eyes staring at him with admiration. He didn't mind if she asked him for her mother every day. If she wanted, he wou

squeezed his eyeballs to stop the heavy flow of liquid that lurked behind them. He took Edith's hand in his and placed a kiss on th

y city in the world if I have to. You know I love you, right? I'm sorry that I had to let you walk out by yourself in the col

made Don feel good. He would have blamed his vulnerability, but it felt thrilling that someone called him good and suddenly, he wanted to say more and hear her say more. She had a nice shape, curvy in all

and sighed before looking at her a

ccess to Edith. He moved away and stood where she previously stood, while she took her place beside Edith. She studied her for some time and checked her pulse, the drip, and the machines she was attached to. Sh

nodd

much." The nur

he may not have seen it.

cause you need it to convince your child back to life. I overheard you speak to her." The nurse pointed towards Edi

s your

swift step. Don looked back at Edith, moved to her side, and pe

le in wheelchairs and other supporting instruments. He blocked his ears from imbibing the screams that emanated from rooms he couldn't physically locate. He kept his mouth sealed until he was ready to call the one

ooked back at him with a smile.

a few word

and meet you." She said and disappeared for exactly ten minutes. She reappeared dressed in a short gown that showed off her pretty thighs. Don took his eyes from them. He needed

ng in front of the hospital's entrance. "You shouldn't be

aty hands on his pants. "That's

ient after all." Jasmine's blank facial expre

es widened and he

laughed, realizing she was trying to make a joke. The serious ex

ndrome." Jasmine's eyes widened. If she wanted to say anything or felt remorseful or surprised, she di

e of Edith. I got home exhausted and still had to rush to the pharmacy to get Edith's pills for when she got down with a cold. I was tired by the end of the night and slept till

smine said and

ved to be called a good father. If indeed I was good enough, Edith would not be in a coma right now."

rlier, I don't mind being Edith's private nurse. And no, I'm not doing it for money. I'm doing it because I believe

d. He wasn't sure if the reaction was only in his body. He wanted to find out so badly, that he took her by the hand and pulled her closer to him. He kept their eyes locked as he brou

ared her throat. "You have a wife." She walked past

finding other means to reach Joan. He had gone to her previous office two other times excluding the first. No one

ng Don knew getting Joan to come back because Edith was in a coma was everythin

g of the machine beside her bed calmed him. At least, with that, he could hold on to the hope

chair. He rested his head on the bed but resisted the overwhelming urge

ng hours staring at the sky, at a God that didn't regard him. If he