'Hope does not wither, it does not tire, it does not succumb to belief. Dreams are on the wings of disbelief, dreams come back on the wings of hope '
Augusto dos Anjos, poet
Pov. Sally
My shadow's My shadow
the only one that walks beside me is the only thing that walks by my side
My shallow heart's My fake heart
the only thing that's beating is the only thing that hits
Sometimes Sometimes
I wish someone out there will find me I want someone to find me.
Til then i walk alone Until then I walk alone.
My gods! I thought, would I? Could it be that after all these years I finally found my boy?
I still had those thoughts when we were admitted to the hospital. People looked at us in horror. It was not too bad either, Poseidon carried the boy in his arms and as he walked towards the reception for help, he left a trail of blood that kept gushing out of the open wounds. I had tried to stop it, but soon gave up, because it also had deep cuts throughout the body.
A doctor who looked quite young came running toward us with a battalion of nurses and equipment.
- Gods! - the doctor exclaimed as soon as he saw the situation of the boy - Fast! Bring a gurney. Let's go! he said exasperatedly, looking at the nurses looking at the boy in amazement. Even I who was accustomed to seeing so much blood and wounded people was not ready for that scene. It was really heart-wrenching. Even though he was unconscious, the boy moaned at any movement Poseidon made.
Nurses rushed back dragging a stretcher
- Let you put him on the stretcher, we will care for your child - Poseidon was so distressed as I compared the boy's situation did not hear the doctor saying that the boy was our son. I instead smile at this comment.
Poseidon is still afraid to leave the boy in the care of others, even though he knew it was necessary. Reluctantly he put the boy on the stretcher and the nurses along with the doctor rushed toward the surgical block.
The people, both doctors, security guards, and the others present there looked at us with curiosity as if they were making every effort to be indiscreet and ask us what happened.
I could not stand it anymore. Those scenes of torture stubbornly appeared in the front, like a horror movie. I could not take it any longer and I began to cry compulsively. I thought I would fall when I felt my legs weaken, but I felt strong arms surround me preventing me from falling. I looked at him with a worried expression on his face and then saw nothing else.
When I woke up I realized that I was lying on a bed with an intravenous catheter in my arm. I was still accustomed to clarity when I felt someone hold my hand.
"How does Sally feel?" - Poseidon asked
- My head is spinning, my body aching, but I will survive - smiles weak myself in
I lost that look that both brought peace, when I looked scared to him
- And the boy? - I asked a little exalted, even I don't even know him, I felt a great affection soon when I saw him in that situation
Poseidon did not seem different from me, because soon when I asked he closed his eyes tightly in a clear signal of concern.
"I still do not know Sally, he's been in the operating room for three hours," he said, his eyes watering, his hands tightened.
"Do not look like this, he'll be fine," I said, not really believing. sure would sequels
- but not only that Sally - said looking me in the eye - it's like he's part of me
- I feel it too, love - said
we sat in silence, each lost in thought, as the bedroom door it opened and the doctor who answered us when we arrived looked at us a little apprehensively.
"As Dr. Sally is," he said, he was about to start wondering where he had come from when he said, "Do not be afraid to doctor, I've always heard a lot about you, and I've seen you a few times, "I admire your work very much," she added, as her eyes shone.
"I am very happy, Doctor."
"Apollo," he said, smiling, but then it went out. "I have news of your son.
" "Errr, he is not our son doctor, "Poseidon said, looking at me,
" no? " - he asked confused - he is identical with sir
With that statement I looked at Poseidon. When I saw him, I exclaimed,
"Poseidon!"
"We still do not know Sally, do not have false hopes.
"But it's him, I feel it." Her eyes were already full of excitement.
"Shall we wait until he's all right?" he said, staring at me, I just nodded.
The doctor just looked at us with curiosity and some fear.
"And then doctor," Poseidon spoke again, "how the boy is?"
The doctor just looked at us as if choosing the words
- Well, - he began to speak - The situation is delicate, he had several fractures, practically broke all the ribs, both the leg and the right arm suffered multiple fractures which will hamper recovery , he also suffered severe blows to the head, at the moment he is under anesthesia, but I think he is already in a coma.
When I heard all this, my heart froze, I was still processing when the doctor went on.
"And," he said with a heavy sigh, "he has kidney failure, he does not seem to be eating well ...
" "What can we do," I said decisively, be my son, but now it was part of me.
"I think you know," he said, looking at me. Poseidon just followed the look and raised his eyebrow questioning
- I know - I knew the answer, the simplest solution would be a transplant, the problem? It was precisely this, since the donor has to be preferably a close relative as a father, mother or a brother.
"You can explain what they're talking about," Poseidon asked.
"A beloved transplant, but in this case the donor has to be a close relative as a parent to avoid risk of rejection.
The room was uncomfortably quiet. Apparently the doctor did not know what to do. I'd start talking when I'm interrupted. "
" I'll do it, "Poseidon said as he got up.
" Look, sir, "the doctor began," the chances of you being a compatible donor are minimal, especially if you're not a relative, and as you said yourself is not even the father of the garo ... "
" Listen, "Poseidon snarled nervously," you do not know who I am so I think it's good not to question me. And yes, for the moment I am not the father of the boy, but soon we will take the test - the doctor looked nervous at him and spoke
- You are insinuating that that ...
- Let's leave the conversation for later let's go doctor - Poseidon I was already going out dragging a doctor with a confused door, but not before giving me one last look.
After they left I became tense. He could be my son, my boy, smiles at that thought, but he may die. Gods! Gods! because? What did I do? Have not I already paid too much for my sins that I don't even know what they are? I was distressed. Sixteen years looking for him and when I think about him he is on the verge of death.
After about two hours Poseidon returned with empty eyes. What happened? Was not he our son? But even if it's not I'll take care of it, I swear.
Poseidon walked slowly to my side and began to cry. I was lost, in all those years I've never seen him like this, not even when they kidnapped our son. "
" It's Sally, he's our boy, "he said, looking at me with a silly grin on his face. , our boy, "he added, smiling openly.
I started to cry, I cried compulsively. But now it was not a cry of sadness and sorrow but of joy. I still remembered that he was in a critical condition, but with those words it seemed that my strength doubled, I was able to move heaven and earth to make it better and I would do it, no matter what it cost.
- I have to go now Sally - Poseidon spoke giving me a calm kiss - He will operate soon - he was leaving I said
- He will save my love, now he does not walk alone - I said smiling to him automatically repaid
It's been a month since it all happened. The transplant was a success, with no risk of rejection, but as doctors already suspected he was in a coma. I longed to see those eyes one more time, I dreamed of the day when I would see him hugging me and calling me mother. But I was not distressed anymore without knowing where he was. No longer. Now I could touch him, baby him, even though he is not seeing me or knowing who I am. For now I knew, or rather, I understood that in life hope is our helper and that suffering just does not prepare us to face greater difficulties.
In that last month, my life has changed a lot. As soon as Cronos knew that we had found his grandson, he left a court meeting and direct flight to New York. Now he lived in the hospital, Poseidon at first did not like it, but even he could see how cool and calculating the man had changed.
Several other things happened and one that struck me was how much on that day after the transplant a bloated Aphrodite came rushing towards me
- Gods Sally! Do you remember? - I just looked at her without understanding or made her snort -
Gods like you are inattentive, the boy Sally, the boy, is the same one we years ago
attended I forced my memory until I opened my mouth. Gods! Sure it was him, the same kid they'd found hurt years ago, back then I had him so close and did not know
- Look Sally I'm sorry for what I did, I did not know he was your son, I did not ... - she was already trembling.
"Calm flower," I said, laughing at the college nickname, "that was past waters, even though it was unfair what you did.
" "I know, but forgive me.
" "Of course," I said, smiling and embracing her. I got my baby back and nothing will ever separate us again.
