Hello, everyone! Nam here 🙂 The series is now drawing to a close, I’ve cut the story down to a total of nine parts not just due to wording constraints, but I’ve found a natural ending point to the story. Don’t forget to write a review! There’s only one part left to go now 🙂 And I’ll post it tomorrow!
If you are unfamiliar with the series and wish to read from the beginning, click here.
Beep. Those were the last words I heard worth remembering.
They did not come from my mum, my dad. They had come from my nurse, my doctor, the surgeon and his staff before I went under. Beep.
“You smiled in your sleep,” a voice said. It was the surgeon.
“I had a good dream,” I replied.
I felt around with my hands, a wet gauze around my eyes. Beep.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the surgeon pushed my hands away. “Your eyes are still recovering from the surgery. It’s best to let them rest.”
“Was it a success?”
Beep. There was a long sigh, “I wouldn’t necessarily call it a failure, you’ll have to wear an eye patch for a while and only after a week can we tell.”
“That’s better than I could hope for, thank you”.
“In a week’s time, you can thank me then,” the surgeon squeezed my arm encouragingly. “You’re free to be discharged, and your parents are waiting outside.”
I splayed my hands out, found the corners of the bed. I hesitated a moment. My grip tight.
Mum was crying, and dad’s grip was tight.
“If you want to stay a bit longer that’s ok.“
The surgeon seemed to understand; I didn’t really want to see them now either.
Mum and dad hadn’t been the same. Beep. Not since the accident.
I pushed myself up, hands tense, arms weak. Or was it I that changed?
“It’s ok. I would like to-“
I turned my body so that my feet hung off the side.
“-see them again”.
Beep. The floor beneath my feet felt cold, and I scratched at the gauze that made my eyes.
Not the tears that separated in a muted horror.
The mum and dad I remembered.
The lovers that loved me, the mum and dad that would share an ice cream at a beach.
My mum and dad.