As I dialed the number, the seconds felt like an eternity, each ring a heartbeat echoing in my chest.
And then, a voice on the other end. The sound was like a lifeline, a connection that transcended time and distance.
I explained the situation to the lady on the phone, Ryan’s mother, who gave me the hospital address and room number.
I rushed outside to catch the bus.
The uncertainty began to fade, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. Our conversation had given me new hope that I could see him again.
And one thing was clear – it was looking good. His mother had said that he had just gotten out of surgery and was getting better by the minute.
I rushed into the hospital, down the corridor, praying that he would be awake and all right by the time I reached him!
As I opened the door, I stopped in horror as I watched the scene unfold before my eyes.
© Sophie Cotrim Freundl 2023-08-23