crossroads part 6

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evey wanted to go back..

Submitted: November 15, 2008

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“Nate!” she said as she went through Nate’s door. But no one was there. Instead, a note was pinned on his locker. Gone to the hospital. Nate had expected her to come. He was the only friend Evey had that was good at guessing thoughts and would anticipate situations beyond the present.
“Hospital? Now who’s hurt?!” she wondered to herself.
 Without second thoughts, she floated all the way to St. Paul’s Hospital; and as soon as she got there, everything seemed to be different. It was an unusual atmosphere. It was not because it was a hospital but something beyond explanation.
Evey looked around. She did not understand but she seemed to know where to go.
Floating, passing so many rooms, the feeling was getting more intense. After what seemed to be a long run, she stopped. Room 241. It was a private room at the end of the left wing.
This must be it. She thought as she let herself pass through the door easily.
Everything was about to spin around her and fade again. But it stopped. Time seemed to halt again as she stood there watching the people inside the room. Her parents were there; Amelia Cortez was sitting on the chair right next to the bed, her face lay on the bed as if she was sleeping. Richard Cortez stood behind his wife, his hands on her shoulders, comforting her. His eyes looked as if he had not slept all night. Gabe and Nate were also there. Gabe was sitting on a couch, resting his head on his palms.
Evey gazed at him, as he seemed to be lost in deep thoughts. He just sat there, motionless.
Gabriel was the hard type of guy. That had always been her impression of him. Tough and arrogant in his own way, he wasn’t concerned in things other than his interests. He gave people who did not know him the impression that he was a guy gone into the wrong side of life, especially after his mother died. Just as Boris thought Gabe was a drug addict. But he was not like that at all. Though Gabe had a little arrogance in him, he was always there for Evey and he helped her out many times.
The door creaked open and then close. Evey turned to see Nate going outside. But she did not follow him. Instead she neared the hospital bed to satisfy her curiosity. Clueless, she wondered who was ill.
Beside the bed was a machine, with a wire attached to the patient’s finger. There were these red numbers on it, probably the heart rate and oxygen saturation. And there was line that was going up and down. Evey took a few more steps forward. There was an IV line hooked on the left hand and a tube inserted through her nostrils. Almost a minute had passed before she realized it was her, lying on the bed.
Me?!
Everything was spinning again. But it did not fade out. Feeling a little dizzy and confused, she retreated and hurriedly went outside.
Nate was there, leaning on the wall, looking at her patiently. “So you came.” He said.
“Nate…” she was crying then and wished he would just guess her thoughts so that she would not have a hard time anymore figuring out on how to tell him.
But he said nothing for a minute or so; and she stood there in front of him, not knowing what to do.
“I thought you still wanted to have fun.” He said at last.
Again, she was like a child, shaking her head. “Not anymore. I like it…more…when we…hang out together.” She said between her sobs.
I want to go back Nate! She wanted to yell out loud. But she didn’t.
There was another moment of silence; and Evey thought he would not say a word. But once more, he opened his mouth and said, “How about giving it a try?”
“Giving what a try?”
“Going back to your body.”
“Would that work?”
“Anything works if you have faith.” He said quietly, attempting to pat Evey’s shoulder. But realizing he could not touch her, he put his hand down. After saying that, he walked back inside, leaving her to think.
 
Solitude again. It gave her time to think things through. But after a few minutes, Evey was determined to go back. If that was still possible, though.
Walking back inside, she saw Nate standing beside the bed, motioning her to go near. She was without hesitations. After all, there was nothing to lose.
“Come on.” Nate whispered.
Her mom was still asleep. Her dad too, was resting his eyes on the couch, beside Gabriel, who was still motionless.
Maybe he’s asleep, too. She thought.
Turning back to Nate, she took a few a more steps forward and stood near the head of the bed. She saw her own self; her head was wrapped with bandage; her eyelids were a little darkened; her face had small abrasions and bruises. But it did not matter to her. She still wanted to go back even though she would not look pretty.
Leaning closer to her own face, Evey could feel her own breath, slow and steady despite the tube in her nostrils. She reached out her hand, trusting herself that she could touch the body. She could feel her heart beating a little faster. She could hear it. It was definitely not from the machine.
Nate stood there and watched silently.
I have faith. God help me. She kept repeating to herself and she finally touched her hand.
 
It did not seem long before Evey’s hand moved. Her mother who had been holding it for a long while was awakened and she saw her daughter slowly opening her eyes.
“Evey!” she gasped in joy.
Richard Cortez and Gabriel woke up, as if saying Evey’s name was like a trumpet sounding the wake-up call. Standing at the same time, both neared the bed excitedly. Nate still stood where he was for the last 15 minutes.
From Evey’s eyes, the first thing she saw was her mom, who was leaning more closely to her. From a blur, everything was slowly getting clearer. Evey saw her parents, Gabe, and Nate standing by her bedside. She thought she had just woken up from a deep slumber.  
“Sweetie…” her mom said slowly. “We were so worried.”
“Good to have you back…” her dad whispered as he bent low and kissed her forehead gently.
Evey could not explain it but she felt so relieved and grateful. Seeing her parents and friends at that moment was like waking up from a nightmare that was strangling her till she was out of breath.
Looking at them, one after the other, she smiled weakly.
 
 
An hour or so had passed; the nurse removed the tube from Evey’s nostrils after she had told them she felt a little better and wanted to eat. Her mom went back to the bedside and assisted her with porridge.
Richard was again at the couch, resting his eyes. Nate and Gabriel were watching television.
Just when Evey thought that the moment which had passed was already enough, she was about to realize she was mistaken.
There was a knock on the door. Eventually, it opened; and Ron, Paul and Meg came in with flowers and chocolates.
 “Hi.” Almost everybody said the word. Amelia went to the couch to make room for her daughter’s friend beside the bed.
 “How are you feeling?” Meg asked Evey as she put the flowers in a vase on the bedside table. She gave the chocolate to Paul who placed it in the refrigerator after giving Evey a squeeze in the hands and a smile.
“I’m fine, I think.” She gave a little laugh. “Thanks.”
“Hey there, V!” Ron approached with a big smile as he reached out his hand to Evey who was confused whether or not it was a high-five. However, she slowly grabbed his hand.  
They spent almost the rest of the afternoon, talking about many things: the newly released albums from their favorite bands; the latest news; the gossip and events at school, as if Evey had missed a year of her life when she had only slept for 3 days after the accident. Ron, Paul and Meg talked to her like they had a lot to catch up in their friendship.
Time flew so fast, they had not noticed it was time for them to go home. It was already time for dinner, so Richard and Amelia went out to buy food, shortly after their daughter’s friends left. Only Gabriel was left with Evey since Nate had to go home as well.
Gabriel walked near the bed and slowly sat down the chair. She turned to face him and saw one of his big-brother-kind-of-look. “If something’s bothering you, do not hesitate to tell me, okay?” he whispered softly.
She nodded.
 
Half an hour later, there was another knock on the door. Gabe fell asleep on the couch with his mp3 in his ears and the music was a little too loud.
“COME IN!” Evey called out and hoped the person outside heard it.
Slowly, the door opened and a lean guy with long hair came in with a basket of fruits and balloons. He bowed, scratched his head childishly and flashed a smile to Evey.
“Hi…” he said as he neared Evey. “I brought you this.”
“Thanks.” She smiled back.
She did not expect expected Harvey to visit her but was glad he did. She felt a little embarrass to have him see her in such a mess; but he did not seem to mind.
“I hope you’ll get better fast.” He grinned. “So you could get to see our band play Friday next week.”
“Next week? I’ll try my best.” Evey said. She would really love to see him behind those drums.
“Good! ‘Coz I really want you to be there.” He smiled sheepishly.
Secretly, he imagined himself, without the drums but with the guitar, singing her favorite song as she stood in the front row. He knew they had played it a few times already, but he did not care, because this time he would be playing it for her.
“I’d really love to go especially if I’d get a ticket for free.” She joked.
He laughed; the laugh she loved to hear over and over again. It was contagious as she laughed as well.
Again, he was wishing to himself that moments like this would just go on and on.
Evey looked at him and realized it would be a mistake if she did not come back. Moments like this with Harvey make her think that she did not want to die anymore. Gabriel was right when he told her death is not the answer to problems. Not ever. She worried of her problems no more and trust them to God as she utter a silent prayer.


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