How often it is said “death isn’t an answer to life’s question”.
Well, mine was.
That afternoon I had a party to go to. I wore my favorite white and jeans. I remember I was happy for soon to be Mrs. Williams. Lily.. My Dr. Lily was going to marry Dr. Mike Williams. Lily and I grew up together. We shared our lives, our sorrows and our happiness. Lily, the only beautiful girl I had an opportunity to know. She was the one who could make my heart jump in my chest with her simplest smile. She was the one who would cuddle me even in the glimpse of trouble. She was the one who trusted me more than anyone; she was the one who I fell in love with since childhood.
The only time we parted was when she had decided to pursue her medical career and I chose my engineering. Still we saw each other once in a month. I finally collected the courage to tell her how I felt about her, how I always felt about her, how much I loved her. She laughed considering it as a prank. When she understood how serious I was, politely turned me down. Many of our common friends thought this would change our friendship but it didn’t. We continued to be friends, continued to meet each other once in a month. In her medical college she met Mike and when things started to get serious she told me about him. I was ok with that back then and was happy for her. Things turned alright over the years and she decided to walk down the aisle for him. The party was the celebration of that.
I sat in the corner as I watched our friends celebrate with Lily and Mike. Mike hugged her and kissed her on lips. I remember I crushed the beer can in my hand. Something very strong came in my heart. I went to bar and asked for Whiskey. They danced in their warm embrace and I kept on drinking Whiskey. I felt angry at myself for not being the one who is dancing with her. I wasn’t Mike. I felt guilty to be angry and jealous for my best friend’s happiness. But I couldn’t resist. I loved her. I knew she was happy so didn’t want make a scene and also I couldn’t leave otherwise she would feel bad on her happiest day, I couldn’t live with that. So made excuses of sore leg and avoided going towards the dancing floor. I kept myself busy with my emotions and Whiskey. It was late in night when all got rapped up and I finally stopped my Whiskey shots. Mrs Lily Williams hugged me and asked or rather begged me to stay with them but I was completely caught with my pain of losing my Lily, I didn’t pay much attention.
I remember it took me 20 min to put the key in starter of my car. I barely could see anything as whiskey made everything look like a haze. I took some water from the bottle and splashed over my face. Things were better now. I started driving but the image of her kissing him just wasn’t leaving my eye site.
Car was gaining speed. In the moment I yelled a loud cry, steering wheel zipped away from my hand. The last thing I remember was a sharp sting on forehead and explosion of pain.
I indistinctly heard a highway patrol officer’s call for aid “a 23 year old male with severe head injuries and massive blood loss”.
Little that I knew, even after death I would live forever.
~*-*-*-~
My body was brought in, after little examination doctors called Gabriel’s parent and gave them the news they were longing to hear, the happiest news of all.
Gabriel came from poor black family. They couldn’t afford that kind of expensive surgery but public health service has provision for girls like Gabriel. Problem was that list of waiting and the corruption in the system would never let the ‘solution’ come to girls like Gabriel.
Gabriel had a defected heart since birth. A hole that doctors thought might just heal as she grows up. Things only got complicated as she grew. At late teen, Gabriel only had one hope, heart transplant. She had registered in public health services for the operation and now was waiting if any fitting heart is available. It was 5th year and Gabriel’s chances to live, to breath properly were getting thinner by each passing day. Since she was in critical situation she was admitted in the same hospital where my body was lying.
Though hearts were getting available but since heart only could exist only few hours outside body patients closer to the donated heart were preferred for the transplant.
And finally for Gabriel a donor which was close enough was found which also matched all medical requirements for heart transplant.
Lily had explained once about the process where anyone could nominate themselves to be a donor for a particular organ of body or donor for all list of available organs. For that a legal document is required to be signed which mentions specific clause to be executed at what condition. If the person is dead, hospital could retrieve the information residing at central medical database, regarding choices made for organ donation, from social security number of that person and that clause could be executed.
I had clicked in front of Heart.
A laborious operation of heart transplant was successfully completed.
Now I feel the world through 18 year old happy Gabriel.
And as fate would have it, Gabriel is monitored for post operation rehabilitation by Dr Lily Williams.
~*-*the-end*-*~
Well, mine was.
That afternoon I had a party to go to. I wore my favorite white and jeans. I remember I was happy for soon to be Mrs. Williams. Lily.. My Dr. Lily was going to marry Dr. Mike Williams. Lily and I grew up together. We shared our lives, our sorrows and our happiness. Lily, the only beautiful girl I had an opportunity to know. She was the one who could make my heart jump in my chest with her simplest smile. She was the one who would cuddle me even in the glimpse of trouble. She was the one who trusted me more than anyone; she was the one who I fell in love with since childhood.
The only time we parted was when she had decided to pursue her medical career and I chose my engineering. Still we saw each other once in a month. I finally collected the courage to tell her how I felt about her, how I always felt about her, how much I loved her. She laughed considering it as a prank. When she understood how serious I was, politely turned me down. Many of our common friends thought this would change our friendship but it didn’t. We continued to be friends, continued to meet each other once in a month. In her medical college she met Mike and when things started to get serious she told me about him. I was ok with that back then and was happy for her. Things turned alright over the years and she decided to walk down the aisle for him. The party was the celebration of that.
I sat in the corner as I watched our friends celebrate with Lily and Mike. Mike hugged her and kissed her on lips. I remember I crushed the beer can in my hand. Something very strong came in my heart. I went to bar and asked for Whiskey. They danced in their warm embrace and I kept on drinking Whiskey. I felt angry at myself for not being the one who is dancing with her. I wasn’t Mike. I felt guilty to be angry and jealous for my best friend’s happiness. But I couldn’t resist. I loved her. I knew she was happy so didn’t want make a scene and also I couldn’t leave otherwise she would feel bad on her happiest day, I couldn’t live with that. So made excuses of sore leg and avoided going towards the dancing floor. I kept myself busy with my emotions and Whiskey. It was late in night when all got rapped up and I finally stopped my Whiskey shots. Mrs Lily Williams hugged me and asked or rather begged me to stay with them but I was completely caught with my pain of losing my Lily, I didn’t pay much attention.
I remember it took me 20 min to put the key in starter of my car. I barely could see anything as whiskey made everything look like a haze. I took some water from the bottle and splashed over my face. Things were better now. I started driving but the image of her kissing him just wasn’t leaving my eye site.
Car was gaining speed. In the moment I yelled a loud cry, steering wheel zipped away from my hand. The last thing I remember was a sharp sting on forehead and explosion of pain.
I indistinctly heard a highway patrol officer’s call for aid “a 23 year old male with severe head injuries and massive blood loss”.
Little that I knew, even after death I would live forever.
~*-*-*-~
My body was brought in, after little examination doctors called Gabriel’s parent and gave them the news they were longing to hear, the happiest news of all.
Gabriel came from poor black family. They couldn’t afford that kind of expensive surgery but public health service has provision for girls like Gabriel. Problem was that list of waiting and the corruption in the system would never let the ‘solution’ come to girls like Gabriel.
Gabriel had a defected heart since birth. A hole that doctors thought might just heal as she grows up. Things only got complicated as she grew. At late teen, Gabriel only had one hope, heart transplant. She had registered in public health services for the operation and now was waiting if any fitting heart is available. It was 5th year and Gabriel’s chances to live, to breath properly were getting thinner by each passing day. Since she was in critical situation she was admitted in the same hospital where my body was lying.
Though hearts were getting available but since heart only could exist only few hours outside body patients closer to the donated heart were preferred for the transplant.
And finally for Gabriel a donor which was close enough was found which also matched all medical requirements for heart transplant.
Lily had explained once about the process where anyone could nominate themselves to be a donor for a particular organ of body or donor for all list of available organs. For that a legal document is required to be signed which mentions specific clause to be executed at what condition. If the person is dead, hospital could retrieve the information residing at central medical database, regarding choices made for organ donation, from social security number of that person and that clause could be executed.
I had clicked in front of Heart.
A laborious operation of heart transplant was successfully completed.
Now I feel the world through 18 year old happy Gabriel.
And as fate would have it, Gabriel is monitored for post operation rehabilitation by Dr Lily Williams.
~*-*the-end*-*~
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