Page 8 of Heal Me

"Amelia, can you see us?" asked the doctor.

I opened my eyes, nodded and closed them again, there was an endotracheal tube from the ventilator in my mouth, in short, without it, I would have died.

Although, as I found out later, the doctors saved my life, my heart stopped for a moment and I almost died.

It would be better not to be saved.

I finally opened my eyes, everything was floating, but I saw the one with whom all my thoughts were occupied.

Denys.

"How do you feel?" asked a voice definitely not similar to Denys. He sat down next to me and took my hand, now I could see his face.

It was Sebastian. But not at all like himself. His eyes were red, his cheeks were wet with tears, his hands were shaking, and his lips were pursed. And I could see bruises and cuts on his face. Was he fighting?

"I know you will hate us, but now you need to come to your senses and calm down, the heart was perfect, there could not be a better donor in the world, and if you are an obedient girl, you'll be released from the hospital soon," he held my hand, but I freed it.

I gestured for a notebook and a pen to be given to me. I can't speak, but I still know how to write.

Sebastian immediately understood what I wanted and gave me what I asked for.

"Where's Denys?" I wrote

It may be crooked, but as for a person who was on the verge of life and death - it's just perfect.

Sebastian lowered his head, I looked at my mother looking for hope in her eyes, she also lowered her head.

"Did he dump me?"

My hands were shaking, tears were already pouring from my eyes, if I don't get an answer now, I'm going to stick this pen in Sebastian's hands and disconnect myself out of these breathing tubes.

Again no answer.

"Go away."

Sebastian looked at me in confusion, but I turned my head to the side.

"Please..." he whispered.

"Out, everyone!"

I wrote and threw the notebook and pen at them with all my might. I wanted to scream, and I wanted to tear out this damned heart. Where did this ideal donor come from for me? Who asked him to die?

Several days passed, I was on the mend. If I may say so. Even though I was disconnected from the breathing tubes, I didn't want to eat anything or see anyone. As soon as someone from family or friends stepped on my doorstep, I would give them a murderous look and they would go home. "Why did he leave me?" I thought, and all the time I held on to the ring on my finger.

This is probably some kind of joke. I'm sure Denys would never do such a thing in his life, he loved me more than anyone else in the whole world. Maybe he was preparing a surprise and didn't tell anyone about it.

I didn't know, but I promised myself to wait.

And I waited.

One week, another. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, woke up and looked at the door all day hoping that he would enter.

But he never entered. Not then, not ever again.

"By the end of this year, you will be completely back to normal, and next year you will be in the first year in university, as you dreamed," mum smiled and helped pack things into boxes.

"Where are you?"

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