Chapter 17: About Hopes

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Once we walked through the main entrance of the hospital, we were welcomed by a friendly face, Jessica, who was a nurse at the hospital, and not her face exactly, but her head since she was walking while looking down at some files she was taking.

"Hey, Jessica." We both approached her and said at the same time.

She looked up from her files and a big smile immediately found its way to her pretty looking face, "Hi, Carys, Cohen, are you here for your moms?"

She knew us well enough to know who we were and the reasons why we were here, even though almost every nurse knew who we were, but Jessica was the most easy going one and we got along with her, since she was just a few years older than us.

"Yes, we are. Do you have any idea where my mom is? I didn't see her at the E.R?" I was searching for my mother in the emergency room ever since I walked into this building, but never seem to find a shadow of her.

She looked to the direction of the emergency room as I was asking her, then she said, "Yeah. Michelle is in a surgery right now and I guess she'll be out in half an hour."

"Okay, thanks."

Then she twisted to look at Cohen, "And Cohen, you missed Mr. Kane and Amelia, they just left."

"Oh, I was hoping to meet them here," Cohen scratched the back of his neck, "but anyway, thanks, Jessica."

"Not a problem. I would like to talk with you guys, but I have this..." She pointed at her files, "I have to give them to Dr. Berlinski..."

"It's fine."

"Okay, see you around. Bye." She waved us goodbye.

We waved back at her, saying simultaneously, "Bye."

She waved at us one more time before turning left to the stairs that will lead her to Dr. Berlinski's consulting room on the second floor.

After that we headed to Mrs. Kane's room on sixth floor. It's a bathroom-attached single private ward. I called it the very white ward.

The walls were white, the curtains were in light yellow, too light it could be mistaken for white if you didn't look at it clearly.

In the middle of the room, there's a bed. On the bed, laid a beautiful mid-aged woman. She was still in coma, lying peacefully on the bed with both of her hands on either side.

The bed Mrs. Kane was sleeping on was white, the blanket she was covering was white as well.

Beside the bed, stood a mechanical ventilator. That machine had been helping Mrs. Kane breathe through the nasogastric tubes ever since she was out of her surgery.

I followed Cohen and halted by the side of the bed, and that gave me the chance to look at Mrs. Kane's pretty face. When you look at her, you'd know that she was Cohen's mother even if you first met her, they looked so much alike, and Cohen inherited all the good features from his mother, while Amelia inherited her father's.

I watched as Cohen took his mother's hand, and he bent down to kiss at her hand.

He stared quietly at Mrs. Kane, as if he was afraid if he didn't do it, he would forget how his mother looked like.

Everything in the room was still and the only thing that was making sound was the heart monitor which was on the other side of the bed, showing us Mrs. Kane steady heartbeats.

Suddenly, Cohen broke the silence. "Do you think she will ever wake up?"

"You want me to be completely honest?" I asked. He nodded. I continued, "Yes, I think she will wake up one day."

He let out a small, cold chuckle, I could hear part of his chuckle was mocking me, another part of it wanted to believe me. "I didn't know you believe in miracle."

I looked up at him, but his eyes were never off of his mother's. "I don't."

He turned to glance at me for a bit before placing them on his mother again. He then said coldly, "You do. That's why you believe that she'd ever wake up."

"Cohen, if your mom wakes up, it's not a miracle, it's fate." I said what's in my mind, and I totally believed that she would wake up soon, "She wouldn't make it until today if she doesn't want to wake up, just give her some times, and then she will wake up."

He finally turned to face me, his eyes looked desperate. "But we've already given her times for almost three years."

I couldn't stand Cohen for being so pessimistic. "Look, Cohen, she is still breathing, right? Then it won't be much longer until she is walking. Just give her more times, have some faith in her, and have some hopes in you. Don't ever give up hopes, even if it's just a tiny little one."

"I'm just afraid if I have hopes in me, and if it turns out the reality isn't what I was hoping for, I'll hate myself," he paused before continuing, "I'll be devastated."

I looked at him in the eyes, and when his eyes met mine too, I opened my mouth and said, "Is your mom worth it?"

"Worth what?" He looked confused.

"Worth for you to be devastated."

There wasn't any hesitation for him to answer me, "Of course she is, she's my mom."

"Then you shouldn't be afraid of anything. Even if anything happened, I'll be there," I stated, looking away from his eyes, "if you ever want me to, since I guess you'll hate me for telling you to have hopes."

He laughed a little, and I was glad I was the one making him laugh at this moment.

"I would never hate you." He said slowly.

His words made me smiled.

"What I am saying is," I continued as he turned back to look at his mother, "having hopes is better than losing it, because sometimes hopes aren't as powerless as you think."

Those words were easier said than done, since I've been there myself. I still hadn't decided yet if I wanted to have hopes in Cohen and I or not, like what he said, pessimistically, if it turned out he didn't have feelings on me like I hoped he did, I'll definitely be devastated, and heart broken.

He smiled at me genuinely and squeezed my left arm. "Thanks."

I wasn't going to lie about that I loved the feeling of him touching me, or squeezing me, more accurately, "For what?"

"For being around me all this time." He said quietly and the look in his eyes were so sincere.

For I didn't know how many times already today, he made me grinned from my heart once again. "Anytime."

And that, gave me hopes, of us, and I didn't want to give up easily this time, because I knew I loved him, and he was worth for me to be devastated.

I wouldn't mind if he was the one breaking my heart.

We were staring at each other in the eyes with his hand still on my arm, and I felt like he was leaning in as I was doing the same thing too.

Oh my gosh! Was he going to kiss me? Was I dreaming? I must be dreaming for sure. This ain't happening...

... And it ain't.

We both jumped a little and went back to our original position when we heard someone knocking on the door.

We both spun around to see who it was, and it was my mom who just had to come at the wrong time.

"So I've heard there's two good kids in this room." My mom walked into the ward smiling.

I felt like my smile was kinda awkward now. We left the door opened, hoped that my mom didn't see anything that was going to happen just now, if something was happening. "Hey. Mom."

"Michelle." And Cohen was another one who called my mom by her first name. Well, seems like she just preferred my friends called her 'Michelle' instead of Mrs. Blake or Mdm Miller.

"Hey, Cohen, hey, sweetheart." My mom joined us at the side of the bed, "Have you heard? That Dr. Berlinski said Eva's condition's been getting better."

Eva was Mrs. Kane first name, and what did my mother just said? Mrs. Kane's condition was getting better? Did that mean she has chance to wake up?

"Is that true?" Cohen sounded surprised and hopeful, also a little of afraid as well. Surprised because this was the first good news he had heard from the doctor, or my mother, in nearly a year; hopeful because he really wished for his mother to wake up soon; afraid because he was scared she wouldn't be waking up even her condition got better.

"Yeah, it is. It's a good sign, honey." Although my mother reassured him that things might get better on Mrs. Kane, but I could tell that Cohen still seemed a little bit worried, as if the news was too good to be true to believe.

This time was my turn to squeeze his arm, giving him some positive energy, "See, hopes aren't powerless."

He seemed relax and smiled happily, "Thanks, Michelle. You too, Carys."

"Well, I guess it's time for me to bring my mamma home for rest," I side hugged my mother and said, "Bye, Cohen."

"Don't stay here too late, Cohen." My mom said to Cohen before walking out the room.

"I won't. Bye, Michelle. Bye, Carys." He patted me on my back before I followed my mother out of the ward.

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Haha Actually I think this chapter is kinda weird, and not a very good one, sorry about that, but, I don't know, I couldn't think of other way to continue the story so I will let the story flow~~ Hope you guys enjoy. Thank you very much.

Chelssy

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