Chapter 3: Unbreakable Bonds
The hospital bed was warm and cozy, I must've been lying there for quite a while. What's happened to me? How long have I been asleep without any sunlight?
My skin is paler than usual.
"Big sister, mommy, look, it's Emmeline!"
My little sister, Matilda, alerted my mother and father, jumping them out of their skins. My mom shouted, "Oh my god!" Before hugging me around my chest.
"My precious Angel…" My dad pretty much did the same thing, but he hugged me around my head, sobbing in unison with my mother.
Their warm bodies hugging against mine brought me comfort. I wrapped my arms around my mother and father's waist, hugging them to the best of my ability.
I'm glad to see their faces. The last thing I remembered was… that voice. She called herself God, in a literal sense.
And by literal, I mean, she could actually control my soul to her liking. She sent me into that weird realm. I forgot its name. The abstract domain or something.
I don't remember much about what we talked about, my brain is still fuzzy, and my parents' crying isn't helping either.
"Big sister, the doctors said you passed away."
"Huh-?!" My little sister tugged the blankets on my leg, holding her teddy bear in the other hand, even though its eyes were missing.
I don't understand. What does she mean by that?
"Mom… Dad, what happened to me? I don't remember a lot."
My father took a step back and got to one knee, holding my hand.
"It's a miracle, baby, you're alive… our prayers were answered! God heard us from the kingdom of heaven! Thank you, lord, thank you for this blessing!"
"Uhm…" I didn't know what to say, my dad didn't answer my question, he was too joyful for that.
"Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for bringing our daughter back, thank you!"
And my mom didn't answer my question either.
Seriously, what was going on?! I'm hooked to a cardiac monitor right now.
The only person I could get answers out of was my little sister.
"Sissy, can you explain to me what happened?!"
My sister hopped in bed with me, sitting at the edge on her knees, "The doctors said there was nothing they could do to save you, and that you died. Mommy and Daddy started crying, saying a lot of mean things to the doctors."
"Died? How long have I been here, sissy?"
"Two days."
"Two days?!" I shouted, looking at Matilda in disbelief.
My parents have been here that long, watching over me.
That made me happy. But it also made me irritated with myself. This is all my fault for worrying them so much. I don't like other people pitying me, even if it's my mother and father.
Tsk. Damnit, I'm crying now.
Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks, hitting the sheets of the bed. I grasped the covers on my thighs, squeezing them as hard as I could.
A mix of emotions surged throughout my exhausted body. Anger at myself, yet relief that I was alive.
I was also grateful to have a loving and caring family like this. Not many in the world could ever hope to achieve love to this degree.
I was sobbing.
I had to gasp for air each time I wailed from deep within, drooping my head onto my mother's shoulder.
I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know anything anymore, it was too much to take in.
I could only sit there and cry with them as my sister watched.
* * *
After what seemed to be hours of crying and praying to god, the doctors arrived in the room, shocked to see me alive.
One of them covered their mouth, as the others just stared with their jaws dropped.
"I don't believe it, she's alive. How could such a thing happen?!" One of the doctors, who appeared average in height for a male, with black hair and dark skin, looked at me as if I was some angel, "Emmeline, was it?" He approached me gently, his foreign accent very noticeable.
"Yeah… that's my name."
"May I check your vitals, to see if everything is alright?"
"Uhm, sure."
"Great! Please hold still, this will be over very soon." The doctor grabbed my hand carefully, wrapping a cuff around my upper arm.
I read a lot of books on doctors and healthcare, so I knew the equipment he was using was called a sphygmomanometer. He started pumping the cuff around my arm with oxygen to stop the flow of blood in my artery.
I always hated how it felt. Sometimes it feels like they're gonna explode your arm or crush it down to the bone.
Maybe I was just an anxious person.
"Blood pressure is fine." The doctor said after reading the results.
He continued to use other equipment to check my vitals and make sure I was okay. Measuring vital signs is usually the first step in every medical evaluation, from my knowledge.
Doctors use these measurements to better understand how a person's body is functioning and to detect possible health concerns. From what I read, I knew that Vital signs can fluctuate or change when a person is sick, taking certain medications, or experiencing pain, anxiety, or stress.
I wouldn't say I'm stressed though, I'm just more confused about everything right now.
"Magnificent. Emmeline has recovered with no complications! From what I read, she can go home just fine." The doctor smiled, putting the equipment away.
My mother and father hugged each other while my sister cheered by raising her arms into the air.
Thank god. I'm not a very religious person but thank god everything is okay.
There were so many doctors in this room, that I'm pretty sure even journalists were outside the hospital right now.
Wait a second…
"I… have a question." I turned to face the doctors, realizing I was hearing a crowd of people outside.
"What is it, dear?" Responded my mother.
"The people I hear outside, they aren't journalists are they?"
"Oh, yes, they're. As of now, you're a big shot outside, young lady. When your parents told us you came back to life after spending hours dead, word got around very quickly."
This damn doctor, what does he mean by 'word got around'?!
Great, now I have to face my worst fear.
Socializing!
"Grrr… Damnit." I balled my hands into a fist.
"Emmeline." My father approached me, smiling wide as ever, "I'll speak for you. You don't have to answer any questions that those journalists ask for. Just stick behind me, and everything will be alright. Same with you, Matilda, and Susan."
My dad puffed his chest out, proud as ever.
Honestly, he was my hero in times like these. He knew of my anxiety and fears. I can always rely on him.
"Alright… thank you, Dad, you're the best."
"As always." He said, winking at me.
We spent about ten minutes getting me out of my room. I was still groggy, and my legs could barely hold my weight. I've been lying down for two days, so I guess that's normal.
We slowly approached the exit of the hospital's glass doors, but outside of it, I could see dozens of people with cameras and microphones, prepared to bombard me with questions.
Oh god, oh god… oh god! Is this how it feels to be a celebrity?
I don't wanna go out there. There's no way I'm gonna step foot outside that door!
"Mom… is there any other way we can leave? Like a back door or something?"
I was limping while I held onto my mom and dad who led me towards the door.
"Susan." My dad glanced at my mother, slowly releasing me from his grasp, "Hang onto Emmeline."
"Huh? Dear, what are you doing?!"
"Don't worry, I'll make an exit for us. Leave it to me, I have something called dad-strength after all."
"Dad… what are you doing?" I looked at my dad with a curious glance. I knew exactly what he was up to.
"I was a quarterback when I was in high school, I ever told you that, have I, Emmeline?"
"No, you never told me that, but now that you mention it; I know what you're up to! Don't even think about-!"
Before I could finish talking, my dad took off at full speed. He ran towards the exit of the hospital, crossing his arms and tucking his head.
"Robert!!" My mother called out his name in shock, attempting to run after him, but realizing she was still aiding me with walking.
"Move out of the damn way, you shitheads!!!"
My dad ran straight through the freaking glass door, shattering it, and pushing all of those people to the side.
They screamed, and some dropped their cameras in disbelief.
"Come on, get a move on!"
My dad gestured for us to hurry up, so me and my mom wasted no time rushing our way over towards him. Matilda followed next to us, laughing at the sight as if this was all fun and games.
My dad was a goof… okay, maybe he was more than that. He was overprotective when it came to me.
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