The door had opened and I clicked back to reality. I quickly wiped the tear upon my face and turned around. There I saw my family. Their eyes were burning red. In my head, I didn’t understand fully what had happened. All I know was she was lying restlessly on a small cramped bed.
The doctor from behind walked in with a bulky brown folder and glimpsed inside the folder and he looked up with an expression no one understood. He coughed briskly and said slowly, ‘Can we talk outside please.’ They walked outside and talked for several minutes. Why were they taking so long? Unnecessary thought came to my head. After a while, the doctor came back and smiled slightly. I was hoping for good news from him but instead he said ‘I believe your sister is in coma and we don’t know what will happen to her. But we can say that we are doing all the best we can.’ It was then my heart pounded and it felt like a bullet had been shot right through me. I collapsed in slow motion on the floor. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. After all this time, I finally understood what had just happened. All of a sudden, it came back to me. She had been in a car accident.
Who had done that to her? And why? I pulled myself up and dragged myself out of the room. I looked around and I saw my Mum sitting quietly. Her eyes were bright red. I sat beside her and asked her, ‘How did it happen?
‘She was hit by a truck after she stormed out of the house a couple of days ago, but I don’t know why she was so angry,’ she replied. I looked at her with a guilty face. It was then I confessed all. ‘She was angry at me because she had stolen my things and lost them; I went metal on her and made her angry. I was panicking that day because I was going to be late for school. Instead I put my anger on her. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.’ I dropped my head down and cried my guilt out.
It’s not your fault. The main thing is to get her well and out of coma.’ She whispered. I nodded and walked back into the room. I sat on the chair and listened to the life support machine. The continues repetition of the sound dragged on. All of a sudden, the sound increased and I noticed the change of the box. I panicked and ran out of the door screaming for attention. I screamed as loud as possible. ‘Come quick, come quick.’ It was then all the doctors rushed to the room. They ran in with their hospital units. One doctor was injecting with types of fluids, while the other was pushing her hand on her chest to get her breathing again. It took a couple of minutes to get her back to normal. The doctors wiped their foreheads and walked straight out as though nothing had happened.
It had been a couples of months and my sister still hadn’t opened her eyes. Her arms were severely bruised. The doctors would say she was recovering but I didn’t seem to see signs of it. Everyday I sat and watched her in the same position. I was getting worried. Why wasn’t she moving? I knew she could hear me. Even though if she couldn’t open her eyes I sensed she could hear every word, I said. I was glad I was there. I would apologise for my wrong deeds. I moved forward and grabbed hold of her tender red hand. I would talk of all my secrets and problems. I took a deep breath and looked down. In my mind, I imagined how the truck hit her. Imagined her fall on the road in agony. I rushed back to reality. Loudly I spoke out, ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. I’m the blame for everything. I’m sorry and I love you dearly.’ My words stopped. I couldn’t say any more. Suddenly I felt the smooth fingers of hers touch mine. I looked up in a surprise.
I looked at her eyes and saw them slowly lift up. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Her eyes weren’t fully open but I couldn’t see her bold brown eyes. I jumped in excitement and hugged her. I repeated her name to get her fully awake. Her lips slightly moved and she muttered out ‘Mum.’ I looked up at once and ran out to find my mother. Within a minute, my parents ran to the room to glance at my weakened sister. Mum ran to her and gave her a big kiss. After weeks of misery, I finally saw Mum smile with joy. That day I was thanked by everyone for getting my sister out of the coma. Even though they believed it was me who saved her, I believed it was our love for each other, which saved her. I know now she has forgiven me for what I believe I had done wrong. From now on, I cherish my sister like I never had before.
