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I walked through the front door of ST Andrews hospital holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers. I made way for a woman pushing a wheelchair that her husband sat on. I waved at them silently as I continued my journey.
"Good morning Mirabel. It's a pleasant morning, isn't it?" Angela, the nurse at the front desk asked when I approached her.
I smiled as I nodded in response to her question. Other nurses around proceeded to greet me too and I kept on my usual charade of pretending to be happy.
Truthfully, I hated coming to this depressing hospital, but I had no other choice. My mother had been admitted here six months ago after an accident which caused her to go into a coma, and my father with my brother died on the spot. In few few minutes, my life changed.
I entered my mother's room and glanced at how sickly she looked. A tear almost escaped my eyes but I strengthened myself to do what I wanted to do then leave to get to my work.
I replaced the flowers I had brought before with fresh ones and opened the curtains to bring in more lightning to the room. I took a chair and placed it beside my mother's bed then held her hand.
"Mum, please come back to me" I said to myself admist sobs.
The door opened and Dr. Sullivan entered with a smile on his face when he saw me.
"Mirabel, I'm happy you came today. I was even about to give you a call" He said then went on to check my mother's vitas among other things.
"How is she looking, doc?" I asked, deeply concerned.
I had been praying that one of these days, when I got to the hospital, I would get good news of my mother's health, but things haven't been like that.
"Not good, Mirabel, especially now that we're not giving her the usual medication" Dr. Sullivan replied.
I bowed my head. Due to the fact that my new boss had authorized a slash in the salaries of most workers, me inclusive, I had not been able to afford the usual medication as I used to. I had tried to appeal to him but I've never even had the chance to meet him.
Several times I had gone to his office, his secretary and bodyguards always turned me back. I don't know if this was his way of laughing at his employees who are unable to afford certain things like him, but I couldn't help but hate him for not enabling me give my mother the medication she needs.
"Is there anything we can do? I mean something we can come up with? Like a test drug?" I asked.
Dr. Sullivan shook his head.
"I don't think there is any of such currently" Dr. Sullivan moved closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I know things are really hard for you, but you need to come up with the finances as soon as possible or you risk your mother never waking up again."
With that, Dr. Sullivan walked out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I didn't know what to do anymore. I contemplated going to meet my ex boyfriend, Anthony, and ask if he could offer financial aid, but I removed that thought from my head because he would surely ask me to come back to him, and I wasn't going to do that.
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