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minutes from Liam’s.
Mom broke the comfortable silence. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”
Darla Black was one of the kindest women I knew. When I went to study at Liam’s house, she always made us hot chocolate and cookies and she made those horrible jokes that make you want to bang your head against a wall yet laugh at the same time.
Liam looked at her as if she were his home. She was the only family he had left, except for two estranged cousins who lived in Australia. She represented the only shelter, he had from everything in the world. She was his grandmother, his mother, sister, and most importantly, friend.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
If the loss of that amazing old woman could affect me, the feeling must be amplified a million times for Liam.
We got to the hospital a few minutes later and Mom decided to stay in the car. I promised to get her a coffee on my way back and rushed inside.
The hospital was quite elegant. It had wards arranged in a circular design, where the nurses' station was at the center of the ward with all the rooms visible to them. The walls and doors were made of glass and they had curtains that can be closed for a patient's privacy. I heard people moaning and calling for the nurses. The lights were dim. I heard beeps and monitors buzzing and an occasional intercom call.
“Excuse me?” I tapped on a nurse’s shoulder. “Where’s the reception?”
“Take a left, you’ll find it there. As a matter of fact, I’m going there right now. Follow me.”
I followed the nurse, who had fiery red hair stuffed into a net. The receiving desk was right where she said it would be. I walked to the receptionist and gave her a smile.
“Hello.”
She didn’t answer right away.
“Would you possibly know where a boy, Liam Black, would be? He’s here, right now.”
She finally looked up, her dark brown eyes piercing through me. “And who are you?” Her jaw chewed gum noisily and rapidly. I felt as if I was wasting every minute of her life that I was there.
“His best friend,” I replied in less than a second. The nurse grimaced.
“Look, he’s in the third floor. Room 561. Floor 3.”
I went into the elevator and practically ran to Room 561. I stopped in my tracks only when I was already in front of the entrance.
Why was I even doing this? Liam still didn’t want to be my friend.
Because he’s suffering and you care about him.
I took my courage in two hands and knocked on the door three times. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a disheveled Liam. My heart softened at the sight in front of me.
His hair was completely messed up, there were tear streaks on his cheeks and his eyes were empty looking. They widened at the sight of me.
“I know I shouldn’t have come here, but I wanted to see you, I wanted to tell you something.” I stopped for a second, my eyes falling on the elderly woman sleeping in her bed, a million wires connected to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me, you idiot?”
He looked at me with a blank stare, and I walked past him and sat on one of the chairs beside Darla Black. She was pale and tired. The soft risings of her chest and her faint heartbeat were the only signs of her still being alive.
“Hey, Darla,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “Can you believe your grandson? He didn’t tell me that you were here.” I chuckled dryly.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to the familiar screen of Liam’s phone.
“CHD, (Coronary Heart Disease). She's been fine, but about two weeks ago, she got an attack. The doctors say that she doesn't have much time.”
My heart fell. Even though Liam’s neighbor had mostly informed me, I still couldn’t believe that this was real, that this was happening.
" I'm sorry ," traced his lips.
I replied, “No, I am.”
And I hugged him.
He stiffened. I could
Mom broke the comfortable silence. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”
Darla Black was one of the kindest women I knew. When I went to study at Liam’s house, she always made us hot chocolate and cookies and she made those horrible jokes that make you want to bang your head against a wall yet laugh at the same time.
Liam looked at her as if she were his home. She was the only family he had left, except for two estranged cousins who lived in Australia. She represented the only shelter, he had from everything in the world. She was his grandmother, his mother, sister, and most importantly, friend.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
If the loss of that amazing old woman could affect me, the feeling must be amplified a million times for Liam.
We got to the hospital a few minutes later and Mom decided to stay in the car. I promised to get her a coffee on my way back and rushed inside.
The hospital was quite elegant. It had wards arranged in a circular design, where the nurses' station was at the center of the ward with all the rooms visible to them. The walls and doors were made of glass and they had curtains that can be closed for a patient's privacy. I heard people moaning and calling for the nurses. The lights were dim. I heard beeps and monitors buzzing and an occasional intercom call.
“Excuse me?” I tapped on a nurse’s shoulder. “Where’s the reception?”
“Take a left, you’ll find it there. As a matter of fact, I’m going there right now. Follow me.”
I followed the nurse, who had fiery red hair stuffed into a net. The receiving desk was right where she said it would be. I walked to the receptionist and gave her a smile.
“Hello.”
She didn’t answer right away.
“Would you possibly know where a boy, Liam Black, would be? He’s here, right now.”
She finally looked up, her dark brown eyes piercing through me. “And who are you?” Her jaw chewed gum noisily and rapidly. I felt as if I was wasting every minute of her life that I was there.
“His best friend,” I replied in less than a second. The nurse grimaced.
“Look, he’s in the third floor. Room 561. Floor 3.”
I went into the elevator and practically ran to Room 561. I stopped in my tracks only when I was already in front of the entrance.
Why was I even doing this? Liam still didn’t want to be my friend.
Because he’s suffering and you care about him.
I took my courage in two hands and knocked on the door three times. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a disheveled Liam. My heart softened at the sight in front of me.
His hair was completely messed up, there were tear streaks on his cheeks and his eyes were empty looking. They widened at the sight of me.
“I know I shouldn’t have come here, but I wanted to see you, I wanted to tell you something.” I stopped for a second, my eyes falling on the elderly woman sleeping in her bed, a million wires connected to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me, you idiot?”
He looked at me with a blank stare, and I walked past him and sat on one of the chairs beside Darla Black. She was pale and tired. The soft risings of her chest and her faint heartbeat were the only signs of her still being alive.
“Hey, Darla,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “Can you believe your grandson? He didn’t tell me that you were here.” I chuckled dryly.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to the familiar screen of Liam’s phone.
“CHD, (Coronary Heart Disease). She's been fine, but about two weeks ago, she got an attack. The doctors say that she doesn't have much time.”
My heart fell. Even though Liam’s neighbor had mostly informed me, I still couldn’t believe that this was real, that this was happening.
" I'm sorry ," traced his lips.
I replied, “No, I am.”
And I hugged him.
He stiffened. I could
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