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My first week at the hospital went by peacefully. Following the same peaceful routine:

Wake up.

Have Breakfast and medicine.

Routine checkup.

Help Mr. Seymour (The gardener)

 Have Lunch and medicine.

Calling Lillian.

It was fun. I was getting used to my life here at the hospital. I had only three more weeks at the hospital now. Today Dr. Kimball said that he would take some tests to see how my condition was. My life at the hospital has been uneventful.

I finished typing the article for the paper and sent it to Ben. It was kind of like a blog, writing about my life and how each day at the hospital. I left out the part of me getting attacks. No need to make that so public. And I hadn’t even guessed it correctly yet. Until today I was sure that I had it.

My parents have been at the hospital 24x7 either taking turns or together. I knew that they were busy but they told me that they were not. My mom was offered a trek kind of thing to travel and write articles but she turned it down for me. I wasn’t really comfortable with that. It’s her dream and I had to confront her about it. After breakfast I told my mom that I wanted to talk to her about something.

“Honey is everything okay?”

“Yes, mom I’m fine what I want to talk about is not about me, it’s about you.”

“About me?”

“Yes, it’s that travel journalism offer. Why did you turn it down? You’ve

 always wanted to do something like that.”


“How do you know about that?”

“I overheard you on the phone last night.”

“Oh.” She remained silent for a while. “Mom.”

“Honey, you’re sick I couldn’t possibly leave you alone.”

“But I’m not alone. I’m at a hospital, what could go wrong?”

“I know that, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone. And besides I didn’t like the offer anyway.” She smiled trying to make it seem like she actually didn’t like the offer. But she did.

“Mom, you don’t need to lie to me. I know how much you want to be out in the field reporting and stuff. I’ll be fine, just take it.”

“I am not leaving you alone.” She said her voice growing loud.

“I’m not alone. There are doctors, nurses, dad and my friends. I’ll be fine.”

We argued for a while. She finally got angry and fed up of this argument. She yelled. “How do you think I will feel leaving you alone or not? You’re sick I don’t know how or why. My only daughter is sick and you’re asking me to leave and go on a road trip. Have you thought I would feel?”

Tears were gushing down my cheeks. I said, “How do you think I’m feeling that my mother is giving up on something she has wanted to do for so long because of me?” I left the room and ran towards the garden. I sat behind the bench away from view. I tried to calm myself; I couldn’t get a chest pain now. Mom would be more worried. Mr. Seymour saw me but didn’t say anything. He watered the plants for while after that he sat on the bench. “Miss, anything wrong?” I shook my head.

“Oh, okay.  You see, I thought you were crying.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Yes, you said that. Anyway if you want to talk about it, I’m right here Miss.”

He said standing up to go back to his work. “I fought with my mom.”



He smiled and helped me up. “What for, if you don’t mind?”

I narrated what had happened. He listened attentively and then watering the plants he said, “So she just made that decision?”

“Yes, she didn’t even say anything.”

“And you also made the decision that she should go without consulting her.”

“Not exactly, but yes I guess.”

“Miss, you are angry at your mother for the same thing that she is angry at you for.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’re angry that she made a decision without telling you and she’s probably upset that you made a decision without her.” I nodded and remained silent. Mr. Seymour was making sense. How could I be angry at mom for the same thing that she was angry at me for?

“It’s okay, Miss you don’t need to beat yourself up. Sometimes in life we make certain decisions thinking that it’s the best for everyone, not even considering the feelings of the people who are going to be affected by it. It’s common. It’s human. All you need to do now is accept the mistake on your part and I’m sure that she is going to too.”

“Thank you, Mr. Seymour.”


I tidied my uniform and tied my hair. I had to go and apologize to mom. Before going back, I looked at Mr. Seymour he was smiling.

“You are a really nice man, Mr. Seymour.”

“I’m glad you think so. Can you tell my wife that?” I smiled at him before going back to my room. Mom was sitting on the couch her head buried in her hands. I knelt in front of her. “Mom” she looked up at me smiling weakly. “I’m sorry I argued with you earlier I was just upset that you were doing all that for me. I’m sorry, mom.”


“Oh, honey it’s okay. I thought that it was the best for you and it wasn’t. I’m sorry too.” We hugged each other. She kept patting my back.

“Mom, I won’t force you now, but this is what you’ve wanted and you won’t be away for so long, just a few weeks but I promise that whatever decision you make, I will respect that.”

My mom sighed smiling as she looked at me. “You’ll be okay?”

“Yes, so does that mean-”

“No, just let me think about it.”

“Yes!!” I hugged her tightly. She hit me on the head lightly and laughed.

Mr. Seymour was right. I was happy that I talked to him. If I had been skulking in the corner than I wouldn’t have been able to talk with mom. Mr. Seymour was really nice.  Mom would possibly be going on the trip and I was very happy. It was lunchtime soon. I didn’t feel like eating anything solid, so I took the medicines with me to the vending machine to buy a juice can. My hospital uniform was loose around the sleeves. It was white with small dots. The pants were fine but the shirt was a little loose. Without the dots, I guess I would have looked like one of the interns. After getting the drink from the vending machine I was going back to my room when someone called me. “Emily!” I turned to see that it was Kimberly. She was the head cheerleader, not really the textbook mean girl though. She was really cute; very adorable in some way. She came running and stopped in front of me. “Hey, how are you? I heard what happened.”

“I’m fine now, nothing serious. How are you?”

“I’m great. I’ve been reading your blog and it’s so good.”


“Yes, I wait for that column every week.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it. Anyway what are you doing here at the hospital?”

“Oh, I came to meet my brother.”


“Oh, is he sick?”

“No, he’s an intern here.”


“My parents sent me here because he hasn’t been home in weeks since his internship started. He eats, sleeps everything here.”

“Sounds like he is very devoted.”

“You got that right. Oh is there any chance you’ve met him?”

“Umm, what does he look like?”

“Tall, brown hair, green eyes. His eyes are different than mine.”

I realized who she was talking about. Lillian did say that Kimberly’s brother was interning somewhere.

“Yes, actually I’ve met him. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What does J stand for?”

Kimberly laughed and was about to say when I heard a voice. “That’s cheating, you know?”

He walked towards us smiling.






Submitted: December 08, 2017

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