Panic, anxiety, blurring vision, trembling heart, shaking legs. I felt nothing but those feelings while waiting. Waiting outside of that place where people wish never to be there in the first place – operation theater.
It was 10 in the morning on the clock, when a melody rang from my phone. But the voice on the other side was nothing like my melodious phone ringtone, it was the exact opposite. It was filled with fear and the fear in their voice was clearly vivid.
”Come over. She has been hospitalized. Anything can happen.”
Three lines. That was all.
That was enough for me to be fully awakened from my slumber and took me by surprise. ‘How could this be! Where did it all go wrong!’, running these thoughts through my head while getting up with bed hair, wrinkling clothes, and rushing to the hospital.
The vibrant reminder reigns across the fog in my mind, my body failing to give me oxygen to keep running as I ignore everything else around me. Barely can I curse to show my frustration, cause today all the cabs decided to not take the route to the hospital! I scolded and told myself, I would definitely work out next time. Hopefully!
As I was running behind the time, running aimlessly in the middle of the street, just for only one vehicle to the hospital. Must the people have thought of me as a crazy girl who is just running from one place to another?
Emotions have already made their way to me now, not just panic and fear but miserably tormenting thoughts that start to luster the frightening reality upon me.
“What if I am late? What if I reach her late?”
All kinds of what ifs have been running through my head.
‘ No, I can make it! ‘
Finally! I reached that place where her life is in a battle whether to stay in the world or not. The door awaits standing boldly at the end of the last staircase that I rapidly climb. I am feeling like collapsing, the voice in my mind saying otherwise,
‘Just a bit…Don’t stop now!’
There after taking my blood for my sister, who has always been a role model, a person I run to whenever things get hard, to stop thinking about who left me, who hurt me, how bad the day went I can’t imagine my existence without. I finally made it to her.
Time is very cruel. You start to think you have all the time in the world and then it’s just taken from you. Just like that. You don’t know when the clock would stop ticking for those around you. You don’t know when the clock will stop ticking for yourself. And we live our life as if the clock would tick on eternally.
Here comes the most dreadful part, ‘waiting’. Don’t know how long it has been since then. How could I even feel better? When everyone around me is in fear as well! Can someone hold me? Even for a bit? I am not running anymore, so why do I still feel out of breath?
Suddenly, the doctor comes in the view and he says, “Congratulations! It’s a baby girl!! ”
And then I burst into tears and collapsed.
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Writer:-
Fatema Tuz Zonnat Oyshi
Junior Associate, conetnt Writing department
YSSE