Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 8

7 years ago

Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 8

I wasn’t sure of my sight.
I quickly wipe my tears and went over to him.
I looked at him and ofcourse he was moving as he tried to raise his arm and opened his eyes.
He is back!!!

I ran to the door as I called for the nurse, she too came running. I told her to proceed to the ward as I ran off to get Dr. Imran. The few people I met along the corridor and down the stairs kept staring at me but I didn’t care.

The way I b@nged into Dr. Imran’s office told him what was amidst as he quickly dropped the file he was going through and followed me. We both ran back to Basheer’s ward.

What I saw as we entered the ward was something I would never forget.

Basheer was still lying on the bed finding it very difficult to breath, the nurse tried to hold him back as his chest raised up to an altitude higher than the rest of his body. Dr. Imran ran to him and with the help of two other nurses that came into the room as they heard noises, they were able to control his breath back to normal after giving him so many medical aids.

I stood still as my excitement turned to shock as I watched my dearest friend struggling for his life, I was already crying like there would be no tommorrow. One of the nurses took me to the sofa and sat me down trying to console me but I went on crying.

A few minutes later, my parents came in while Dr. Imran was still in the ward. He told them what happened and said he needed to see my Dad in his office right away. My Mum sat by my side hugging me as they both left.

About 30 minutes later, my Dad came back.
He looked very worried as he sat down beside my Mum.

“He has slipped into a coma”, he told us.
“Is he dying?”I asked not sure what slipping into a coma meant.

“No, he is not dying. Slipping into a coma is just a state of deep unconsciousness for a prolonged period. It’s just seem like the person is in a deep sleep, he tried to explain
“He’ll be fine”, my mum assured me.

“Why does one slip into a coma?”, I directed the question to my dad
He stared at me not knowing how to answer the question.

“I am not sure of that, it could be due to shock, serious injuries or illness, and as you can see Basheer had sustained serious injuries from the accident, the doctor said we are lucky he doesn’t bleed too much”, he answered
“I think we should inform his parents about the situation at hand”, he said trying to change the topic.

“Yes, I think they should even come over”, my mum advised.

I told them I had already told his Mum about the accident but it will be better if one of them talks to them and explained everything in details. My Dad said he would.

He called Basheer’s dad as they were very familiar with each other, I heard him telling him about everything. His dad said they would catch the first available flight back home.

“They will be coming soon”, he said as soon as he ended the call.

“That will be better”, my mum said.

A few minutes later, Dr. Imran came in, he said we should all go home as there was no use waiting up for Basheer.

“We have to move him to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) immediately because his breathing and brain activities have to be monitored through CT scans, he had said then continued, His respiration and circulation has to be maintained by intubation and ventilation and once we are sure he is no more in danger, we have to concentrate on maintaining his physical state, preventing other infections and providing balanced nutrition”, he concluded.

I understood some of what he said as I listened with keen interest.

“You have nothing to worry about, he’ll be fine by Allah’s grace”, he assured
We left the ward as some nurses moved Basheer to the ICU.

We kept silent along the way as I drove with my Mum by my side while my Dad drove back home alone.

Once at home, I went to my room and locked myself as I wanted to be alone. I took my bath and I was sitting by the mirror combing my hair when I heard a knock on my door. I stood up, went to the door and unlocked it. It was my mum.

She stared at me and was suprised at how much I have changed within one day.

“Basheer’s illness really have an effect on you, but don’t let it frustrate you so much”, she advised

I kept silent as I went to my wadrobe looking for what is best for me to wear.

“You have to remember everything that happens comes from Allah, we just have to pray over it”, she added sitting on the sofa.

“Yes, Mum. I will try my best with the prayers”, I told her.