Chapter 7
We arrived at the hospital barely in one piece considering the all the speeding and swerving I did to get there. Racing up the stairs, finding no time for the elevator, I burst through the door of his room, Jesse and Elisha hot on my tail. My mom, Aunt Esma, and Grandmother were standing around my father's bed, just staring in a trance at him. It was quiet; all I got was a nod from Aunt Esma. I couldn't tell you how long we stood there, waiting and staring. Every so often a doctor named Daethaetr (creepy right?) came in to check up on him, but there was no change. Soon the doctors asked us to leave the room because they needed to run some tests, so we silently shuffled into the hallway. Elisha was getting tired and hungry, so Jesse took her home, leaving me with soul crushing despair. I was ended up talking first, asking Grandmother why Grandfather wasn't here. She quickly answered, "He's working," then went quite again. About two hours later, Doctor Daethaetr came out, asking us to come in the room. "Well," he said, "Mr. Danee seems to have exited the coma with minimal damage. He may have some temporary amnesia, but with a little coaching and these steroids, he should be ready to return to his usual routine within, mmmm...I'd say 5 to 6 weeks." At the end of that sentence, it's like the sun had come out for the first time. My Grandmother and Aunt Esma were in hysterics, and mom was crying/laughing and rocking me back and forth. I've always thought it was weird that people cried when they were happy. Up until now, anyways. Now...I get it. You're just overwhelmed with emotion, with joy and thanks, there's no better way to express it. Each tear is a drop of sunshine, and as each drop runs along your nose and down to your chin, and you feel the sunshine, warming you. And it feels great.