Film of Love

Vingt-Huit

Aryn texted me that she will be going on her first day on the job. I am very happy that she was accepted to an enormous entertainment. She gives off the “Don’t underestimate me!” vibes and it is proven—she is proving it since day one. On the other side, I will be starting to find a job here in the city so that we are close to each other. My sponsor’s offer will be considered in my choices— it’s a one-step chance for me but I intended not to give away too soon. I want to explore what is available. I also might try, Aryn’s company if they are still hiring or not—but if the waves are not waving in the same direction as I want it to be then I will be trying the company of Mr. Frederick. The Allard company is such a big company also—it is ranked the second, I guess.

I am in the waiting shed of a bus to go back on Honfleur. I want to visit mom and I want to also see if dad arrived. I want this moment to be cherished with them. I also plan to stop by a few minutes from Aryn’s café—the Café de Cherie to get my requested personal cake, so I can celebrate it with them and some good pastries.

The bus arrived and thankfully the bus is not that crowded but still can see someone is standing. I sighed as I, fortunately, has seated at the back beside a window. I love how I can seat in the window and free my mind for a while and eventually sleep later on. My seat was not packed and narrow because I only have my backpack and myself. My back is just my trophy and flowers from the event and my costume.

Later on, as I am slowly drifting a sudden call appeared. I get my phone and answered it, and turns out it’s my mom. What would it be this time? Is she that excited or what?

“Hello, Mom-” I was cut by my mom and she hurriedly asked, “Dem, where are you right now?”

“I am currently on the bus, why?” I asked as I am getting chills and nervous all of a sudden.

“Your dad-”

“What happened to dad?” I asked. “WHERE ARE IS HE?”

I heard sobs and she said, “We are in Caen!”

I want to ask if why is he on Caen or is he visiting his family without a mother or I don’t want to say it. I can’t wait to leave my seat and go to Caen. My problem is doubling up—first the situation and the second is the transportation but the latter is much easier compared to the first one.

It will take 2 hours to 3 hours from Paris to Caen and take 1 hour to get to Caen from Honfleur. The time is annoying but the important is I can get there no matter what.

My father is an employee of Yellow Wood Entertainment. I am happy that he was back but then the situation made it difficult to please my wounded heart. As much as I want to cry for all the negatives that passed my head that were so difficult to make them disappear—I can’t.

I calm myself down and looked outside to remove the thing that lingers in my mind for a while. I am exhausted physically and I want to leave my mental freer but in a situation like this seems like I can’t do it.

I looked up in the sky that I often forgot to look at. I heard that people get much happier or get rid of some of the burden in their hearts and minds if they take the time to look at the sky. I want to look at it and seems like my feelings and the color of the sky are connected.

As the bus went on—the raindrops started to drop one by one until it makes loud sounds on the roof of the bus. I laughed half-heartedly as the sky seems to see my heart and heard my thoughts. Little did I know we were near the final stop.

“Please, check your baggage and your belongings before you leave the bus,” the driver announced but I can’t seem to hear because I am eager to leave the f*****g bus. As the people in front of me leave I also take my leave not caring for anything whether I am wet and went on the bus to Caen.

It takes an hour again but I will wait until the bus stop near the hospital. I thought that maybe the day was given me a chance. I left the bus and entered the hospital.

“Can I know what room is Mr. Gray Linton?” I asked the nurse at the counter.

“What is your relationship with him?”

“I’m his daughter,” I replied. She nodded as she went on the computer to type in and to check.

“Room 0320 on the 7th floor,” she said. I thanked her and hurriedly went on the elevator.

I arrived on the floor and search for his room. It takes no longer as I spotted his room and I am about to open the door I heard them talking to the doctor.

“Mrs. And Mr. Linton, as we run a test when he was in an unconscious state he has broken bones, back, and spine,” the doctor informed them. “I am no police here as I am a doctor but may I ask what is the reason why the accident happened?”

“Why doctor?” my mom asked confusedly.

“Well, if I am not mistaken I assumed that there is something inside his body that is a problem,” she said.

“As you can see,” she said as she rolled up my dad’s pants. “You can see that his ankles and feet are swollen, the feels in his muscles are cramped. It may or may not be a sign of kidney disease.”

“D-disease?”

“Yes. If you want to make sure we can do some test like ACR or Albumin to Creatinine ratio and GFR or the glomerular filtration rate that will measure his kidney function and is performed through a blood test and the other one performed urine test,” the doctor explained and suggest what will be tested to run for my father.

“But-” my mom hesitated and that’s the time I went in and said, “Sorry to interrupt but I want to run my father to get tested.”

“Are you his daughter?” she asked and I nodded.

She turned to my mom and asked again, “Are you willing?” my mom doesn’t have a choice to agree.

The doctor said to wait for the urine test as they will proceed to do the blood test. We will wait for him to wake up. My mom asked if I can wait outside in the meantime. So I am here outside the hospital—in their garden.

A very contrast inside of the hospital. The garden is colorful, lovely, and lively while in contrast to what is happening in the hospital. A room with white walls, tired-looking patients, with their nightmare of illness. A beautiful flower that once bloomed but slowly dying.

“Mr. Martin!” a voice yelled. I looked back on what’s happening and found out some high-class looking man and an investigator from 80’s looking, guy. Both stopped for a while and decided to take a seat behind me. As I ill moved away I heard a name that caught my attention.

“Sir, are you seriously going and find Ms. January’s records?” the 80’s looking guy asked.

“Yes, and what about it?”

I heard the other man sigh and explain, “You can’t get a record of someone you don’t have a relationship with. It can be parents or someone they knew. I told you that it is like touching the real cactus skin without being pierced by its spikes, that’s how it is here.”

A long silence transcended with them and I decided to stand up and went in front of them and asked, “Do you want me to help you?"