When we arrived at Cornfield, we headed straight to the hospital. And just as we parked at the parking lot, I stormed out of the car and headed straight into the hospital. There, I met one neighbor, the one whose house I stayed yesterday. She recognized me and quickly led me to Aunt Vicky's ward.
To say I was shocked is an understatement. Aunt Vicky was in a life machine, and the way she was being treated showed how critical her condition was. The nurses didn't even allow us to enter, they said at this moment all she needed was tranquility and time to recover from her traumatic situation.
I didn't know when tears began rolling down my eyes. I burst into tears and before I knew it, Frank was holding me and trying to console me already. In order not to create a scene, he walked me out to the parking lot and implored me to calm down. "Please calm down, Laura" he said, "It's not as if she's died," he continued, "she's breathing, and that means she will make it"
"We don't know that yet!" I yelled at him, "Didn't you see all those stuff around her head? Didn't you see the kind of oxygen mask on her face? That's too much for a little fall, unless there is something we weren't told. The fall must have trigger an underlying the head injury, but what led to the fall is what we don't know. Was it stroke? It could be that, and if it was stroke then that's not something to joke with!"
Although I had never seen cases of stroke in real life, but I used to hear a lot. And most people that I heard fell as a result of it were either dead in the end or crippled. If Aunt Vicky fell because of it, then chances are she might not survive it. Although, God, by His Infinite power can do anything to heal or revive her.
"But nobody said it's stroke, they only said she fell down. I am sure if it's stroke, they wouldn't be giving us much hope. But you heard them earlier, you heard what the nurses said, and even that neighbor of yours. All she needs now is some space, absence of disturbance together with the machine, oxygen and everything in the ward will help her heal" Frank said, and for some unknown reasons I found myself calm. I didn't know how he did it, and it wasn't as if I was totally convinced by his words.
"Okay" I sniffed and gently began wiping off my tears.
"Good, so now can we go and see Jessica?" he said, obviously eager to go and see the crazy girl. But why the haste? I wondered.
"Okay but before we go, I need check on my aunt again" I said.
"Why?" he said as he wrinkled a brow at me.
"Just!" I muttered.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea. You heard the nurses earlier, she needs rest hence nobody would be allowed to enter her ward" he reminded me.
"I am not entering her ward, I never said I would. I just... want to take her pictures. I want to snap her so I can show her stubborn daughter" I said.
"Are you sure it's a good idea? Why can't we just go and talk to her reasonably, she doesn't need to know her mother's real condition. She might be frightened, and that shock can land her into hospital too" he said now boring me.
"If she's stunned, I would be glad. I would be so glad to see her regretting landing her mother into this kind of situation" I muttered.
"I still don't like the idea, but since it's okay by you then fine. Anything humanly possible to get your sister back to her senses, do it. I would be waiting for you here" he said as he leaned by his car, folding his arms across his chest.
"Okay, thanks for understanding" I said.
"You are welcome" he crooked a smile and watched me as I headed back into the hospital.
I walked gently and more composed in order not to be halted by the nurses. If they see me crying or looking worried, they wouldn't allow me near the ward because they might think I would try to sneak in or do something rash in order to see aunt Vicky.
Just as I was by the window of the ward, I stared at her for some time first and imagined how hard she tried to talk senses into her daughter. It was unfortunate she ended up in such a situation.
Before tears could gather in my eyes, I shut my eyes off and brushed the thoughts away. Thus, I raised my phone up and took few pictures of her. After that, I gave her last glance and prayed silently for her quick recovery before leaving the hospital.
As soon as Frank saw me coming, he opened the door of the car and waited for me to arrive at the parking lot. And when I arrived, he asked if it all went successfully. He must have thought the health officers would not allow me to do that. "Yes, I was able to take few pictures of her" I responded.
"Okay, good. Can we go now?" he asked.
"Yes, sure" I hopped into the car, and he also did the same.
While in the car, I couldn't stop staring at the pictures. I should have made a video record too but I didn't want to keep Frank waiting, plus I didn't want to end up being caught by a medical staff. Although, it might not be a crime to do that so far the patient was a related to the person doing it, and Aunt Vicky was related to me. However, better safe than sorry.
I just hoped that the whole plan goes as well, I wanted Jessica to be touched by the pictures and to break into tears. I wanted her to regret all that she did to her mom, to confess to the police and be set free so she could see her mom in the hospital. Perhaps if her mom hears her voice, she would wake up from the coma.
"If you keep going through those pictures, you will end up bursting into another series of tears" Someone uttered, pulling me out of my trance. And it wasn't just anyone, yes... it was Frank, the one sitting right next to me in the back passenger trio-seat of the car.
