Chapter 3: The word Death
"She will probably die, there is hardly any chance she can make it…"
" The oxygen levels are becoming too low! Doctors hurry!"
"Sir you should probably leave this room,"
"Why?"
"Because you have to understand,"
"Why do I need to leave?!"
" , really you need to leave. We can not risk you experiencing any mental or physical shock…"
The nurse was right, I cannot risk experiencing a shock. That would not end too well. I never noticed how gloomy hospital waiting rooms are. Just the fact that they are quiet and the only sound you hear is the buzzing of the old fluorescent lights. You wait and wait, and while you are waiting for the news you build-up false hope that everything will be okay, later whatever comes along the way stings horribly. I hear a buzz. My phone is ringing, it's my mom so I answered.
"Hello, sweetheart. How's Annabeth's condition?"
The last three words stung horribly on the inside. I knew my mother was not trying to hurt me, but for some reason those words did. I just hung up instantly. I don't know what forced me to do it but I did. After that phone call, I just sat in silence, not even picking up the phone when it ringed.
"Mr. Jackson, we would like to inform you of your wife's condition. There is small hope for her survival, but the chances are very slim. She has fallen into a coma, which we predict could last two weeks or a year."
After some small talk with the doctors, I left. This time I took a cab, just for my own safety.