My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 29 Truth Of My Teart

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Truth Of My Heart

JB’s POV

            When rushing Omara to the hospital, my mind was I a panic state. Not knowing how she was and how bad the sequela would be for her. The nurses asked us for information about her, but we didn’t know much about her. The only way to contact her parents would be to go directly to her house. I decided to go myself because her mother knew me and Petter stayed with her ‘till we get back.

Rushing to her house, I was choosing the best way to break the news to them, especially her dad to whom I haven’t met. Knocking at the door, the one answering it was her mother. She greeted and remembered who I was and she invited me to enter the house, and at the same time telling me that Omara wasn’t home yet. When she saw my face, which I think was in shock state, she asked me if everything was OK.

I took a deep breath and asked to keep her calm. Then, I started to explain that her daughter, Omara, was in the hospital and that because I didn’t know her contact information I came to tell her personally. Her mother was waiting for me to take a breath and asked,

“What happened? And why did it happen? And how long was it that it happened?” (all in one breath and a high pitch voice)

 By then I was the one waiting to calm down and repeated what I told the nurse and doctor, and that they need to go now to the hospital for her permission to give her treatment.

When I saw her dad, I almost jump out of where I was. He practically jumped from where he was once and reached to grab my shoulders and asked with gritted teeth if what I said was the truth. I flinched out of fear, but stayed in my place and stated that I wasn’t joking. I looked at my watch and they reacted much quicker and left for the hospital.

Once we arrived they saw for themselves and did what they needed to do. I stayed with Omara, holding her hand.

When Petter saw me, he gave me a look of not knowing what to do and waited for me on where to go and do now. Because I didn’t want to leave yet, I asked him to go back and rest that whatever we were going to do we would do it later on. He left fighting me he wanted to stay, too but he needed to rest. He’s was near his breaking point because he feels sorry for what happened.

Omara’s parents told me to do the same, but I refused and explained with a very serious and truthful tone voice.

“I need to confirm that she is getting treated. Even though, we aren’t that close to each other I needed to be here, to see her at least ‘till she wakes up.”  (I was looking directly at their faces)

 They questioned why, so I told them how I felt towards Omara. Knowing that I had to stay even if she doesn’t know it and I wasn’t going to push my feelings onto her, but I needed to be close. They looked at each other took a sigh and agreed until she wakes up and the doctor examines her. And they told me while I was here, they would go back and look for things that Omara might need. So they left.

Watching Omara’s face, pale and with a pained expression broke my heart and wanted to protect her more. I realized with an aching feeling that what I told her parents was the whole truth to which I didn’t want to learn about. Why aching, because I know that we can’t be together (at least not now) and that she might not want to be with me (in which she might like someone else).

I kept my eyes on her face and my hands holding hers, ‘till I lowered my head near her bed and fell asleep.