It was another day, still with my smile on anticipating her recovery. I received a call from work, it was Beauty's call. She wanted to check on me and confirm if I was alright. I happily replied her that all was okay with me. We actually spent some time together and she cracked some jokes in the course of the call. My mum was actually smiling when she heard the way that I replied Beauty during the call.
She had no other option but to ask me the reason for my over-joyous attitude, I simply replied her that it is a great thing to get the right things done. I ate breakfast and left the house for the supermarket in haste. I bought her a silver- screened wristwatch and went to the hospital. I looked at her with a smile, put the wristwatch on her hand and held her hand, not ready to let go. I wrote notes for her and read it into her ears. The level of hope that I had had escalated absurdly and I did not hide it at all.
Time ultimately flies; it has been 24 days in the hospital with Jessica. I wish I could stay longer to see her fight but I have to attend the annual world summit at Belgium alongside my colleagues. Today is my penultimate day with her, I brought along some perfumed deodorants and a yellow gown which I guess should be her size. I have already told the doctor, he was pleased for the time and sacrifice that I have given these few weeks, though; he wishes I could have stayed a little longer.
I held her hands all day and sang songs which I played by her side to her ears. After sometime, she started to weep; I saw tears roll down from her cheeks. I was perturbed and confused; I did not know what to do. After few seconds, I become alright and beckoned on the doctor. He came in and met tears on her cheeks and he said that it often happens as a form of reflex activity for patients in coma. It saddened me to hear these words, but the doctor said that it could also be that she senses that your presence with her is nearly over.
This made this perception to dawn on me, but this official trip was inevitable for me and the team sent by the firm. I had to go. While driving, the words of the doctor continued to repeat in my ears and I felt sober but it was beyond my power to choose to stay.