Nothing would of prepared me for the event that took place last night. I think it was safe to say that since the passing of Kamshad, this is the most I’ve felt dread in the longest.
I could be petty, I should be, however now is not the time for words of lecture to cross my parched and fear drawn lips. She was pale, the sun kissed skin of hers was flushed and ready to meet the grave. She was a miracle…praise the Cogs for not claiming her as they should of. She should of known better. A pathetic man with such gal whose mother…’avaz-e zaa’idan ridi…
I didn’t even realize my fist met the wall of Wilde Hospital until I felt the sharpened pain enter my knuckles, and was thankful no one came by. My eyes scanned the door, the woman I loved so much, moments away from me…moments away from eternity as well. I hope I am the luckier one this day.
I must of nodded off, the sound of the tall odd looking man, Dr. Kristos Sonnerstein I believe, and his fur covered nurse, ah…Arnold where before me and I didn’t recall when they arrived. I gave them one I, and they both gave me greetings. “An update on her health” I stated without hesitation. The men exchanged glances before Dr. Sonnerstein spoke clearly.
“She awoke last night for a short time and spoke with Dr. Sonnerstein., but she has been unconscious since,” he spoke. I could only nod in understanding, and shortly rose to my feet.
“I wish to see her.” I do not believe my words where slow, but it caused Arnold to look to Sonnerstein in question.
Dr. Sonnerstein spoke after a noticeable moment, “When she wakes next.”
“She may never wake again…you and I both know that and I do not wish to take good fortune for granted,” my reply was firm, and sharp informing them both this was not open to negotiation.
My point was clear. Dr. Sonnerstein moved towards the emergency quarters and said with a heavy sigh, “As long as you’re quiet, and keep it to ten minutes.”
“Twenty…” I replied.
Dr. Sonnerstein did not budge too much, but gave me “Fifteen” instead.
I nodded and walked towards the bed breathing in slightly in case who I saw, wasn’t who I wished to see. Bianca was silent, and the room equality so save the echoing of her shallow breaths. They were certain her lungs weren’t punctured, but no one in this town is certain of anything if it doesn’t deal with their damned fashions, or alcohol. I scanned her over again before taking a seat in the chair nearby. I…I was worried, and rubbed my hands together as if trying to figure out words to tell her. To encourage her. To bring her back to me.
Her color was back…and from discussion further I learned she actually woke briefly through out the night from the pain settling. More words with the doctor taxed at me until there was a conclusion that we both could agree on. If Bianca survives, whoever had at her, may want another go to finish what they had started. She would need help…and for once, I felt my sense of purpose return but more so, my sense of repentance. I would show her what I wanted to show her all along, but never did it properly. What those who claimed adoration, those that I had to stand by and watch play with the broken marionette of life and shatter her again, and again.
A man is as strong as a mountain against the world…but at the touch of the one he adores, he is nothing but clay in their hands.
It is my turn, to do the holding from here on out.