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"Others may have it worse off than you. Cherish the moments you have with your loved ones."


Submitted:May 22, 2013    Reads: 54    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"Remember how Mom told us we would grow up into men who would change the world. I believed her. I still do." I looked out the window, ignoring Hugo. Everything was grey outside. Ya, it was winter alright. This place is too damn cold. Turn up the fucking heater Nurse.

"Mario." God his voice is so annoying. Sounds like the spoiled pomeranian bitch that old geezer neighbor owns.

"Mario!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The doctor down the hall snapped his head up. Thought I said that in my head. Hugo's upper lip shriveled a bit. There were no words for minutes. Why is it that every single time I retort back to the cunt in a "non-suitable" way, he starts crying. Pussy.

"I'm going to the cafeteria." He was looking down at the tile, which, honest to God, looks like a mirror. If it's one thing I could talk good about this joint, it's that they make sure this place is spotless. I was making my way down the hall, looking down, admiring the tile when the nurse and I exchanged shoulders.

"Oops! I'm sorry." she said in a shallow voice. She seemed out of breathe.

"Ya...my bad."

Her smile was very subtle, but promising. Her lips were pale. They stood out against her red hair. She needs to put a comb through that mess.

"Your mom's glucose levels are returning to normal."

I gave her a cold stare. Why? I don't know. I was toxic.

"That's... good?"

She nodded, only to catch her head halfway.

"It's an improvement Mario, the coma hasn't improved though."

I turned and walked down the hall without saying another word. Fuck that nurse anyway. I looked out the windows of the corridor leading to the commons. Still grey outside. Another night of rain it seemed like. Great.

Chatter rose, the intercom continued to echo, and the busy hall of the hospital was filled with doctors, patients, family, and everyone in between. Same old shit. Doctor talk and prayers.

"Change the world my ass" I said under my breathe.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I heard wheels screeching. A high speed chase in a hospital? This I got to see. When I turned my head, I saw an older woman being wheeled down the hall on a stretcher.

"Move! Move! Out of the way! Out of the way!" yelled the nurse wheeling her. I shimmied over to the wall. I peered over to the woman on the stretcher as she passed by a hundred miles an hour. Her skin was lifeless, her eyes looking toward the ceiling, absent of blinking. My heart dropped. I looked down the hall back where I ran into the nurse, I saw a boy, twelve or thirteen, gasping for air, crying uncontrollably. He was all alone. No parents, no adults. Maybe that was his...Mom. He followed the stretcher into the room, only to be blocked by the doctor. That was his mom. She has his eyes.

"This way champ. Don't worry your mom...will..." a pearl streamed down the doctors cheek. The boy noticed, and his face instantly filled with grief. The doctor grabbed the boys wrist, and wiped the tear with the other, trying to hide it. He took the boy through a door just a few doors down where the woman went in. "

Is she go..going...to..."

He started bawling like a loose fire hydrant. He sounded like he was being tortured. The door shut. I lost my appetite.

"Code red, room 13B, repeat code red!" the intercom belted. An army of doctors ran into the room where the woman was held. Yells erupted in the room, but the door slammed shut, leaving the hall in an eerie silence.

I looked at Hugo down the hall. He was still looking down at the mirrored floor, his jet black hair obvious amongst the grey clouds through the window.

"Hugo! Hugo!" He looked my way. I beckoned. He got up, and came running. He smiled instantly when he caught up. My heart warmed. "Let's get some food man, you've been here for days."

"Fuck cafeteria food Mario." We chuckled.

"Let's get some dogs. I know a place." We both smiled. God it's been years since that's happened.

"It's on you bro, after all you are the lawyer." I punched him, he flinched, and I wrapped my arm around him, and put him in a headlock.

"I love you man." I said.
We walked down the hall, leaving the chaos of this hell-ridden institution behind. Mom would have loved to see us together like this.





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