Last Thirty Days

Thirtieth Day (The end)

   Thirtieth Day…

Note: Alex again is the narrator.

I woke up, feeling heavy. I’m can feel the stitch in my chest, and I don’t feel quite okay. I tried to push myself to sit, but I can’t do it by myself. I’m in this quiet room, and I wonder, what happened to the operation? Did it go well? How’s Claude?

There’s a button beside me that’s supposed to call a nurse. So I pushed it. I wasn’t expecting that the nurse would come so quickly. She checked my condition, and called a doctor. Oh crap. I called her to help me sit, and not to be checked.

The doctor came, and asked me if I’m okay. Although I’m not, I nodded.

       “Is Claude okay?”

       “He is… but he’s not yet waking up.”

       “Doc, please help me sit.” I said.

He helped me sit, and I also asked him to hand me my camera that’s in my bag.

       “What are you doing?” doctor asked.

       “I’m… I’m going to leave him a message.” I said.

       “He’ll wake up one of these days. Why won’t you just say that personally?”

I gave him one meaningful look, and smiled.

       “What if I don’t get to that day?”

The doctor didn’t respond.

       “Strengthen yourself, please.”

       “I am. That’s why I’m doing this. Can you help me? Just press the button to record my video.”

       “You are such a mean person, patient.”

I chuckled.

       “I’m sorry. I can’t count on anyone.”

   After a lot of minutes, the video ended, and I thanked the doctor whole-heartedly.

       “Hey doc thanks a lot. You’re a big help.” I said.

       “Is there something else you wanted to ask?”

 I paused for a moment.

       “Well…” I smiled, “actually, there is another thing. Can I see my brother?”

He pushed a wheelchair near my bed and helped me get into it.

       “Let’s go.”

He brought me to Claude’s room. Unfortunately, I didn’t think that his, I mean, our parents might be there. Well, they are. And we were surprised to see each other.

       “Alex? What… what’s…” mom staggered.

The doctor initiated the explanation.

       “Ma’am and sir, this is the donor, your son.”

And they were more surprised. I was also shocked, and I looked at the doctor.

       “What are you doing?”

       “Now if you may excuse me.” The doctor left us.

I swallowed and looked at them.

       “What… you... you’re the donor? Which means that…?”

       “99.99%. I matched your son’s blood type.” I said.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and looked at me.