During Flourishment

Roy Wilbur POV

Before every tragedy, was flourishment. In that flourishment, was the Love of my life, my hope, my medicine, and everything I will ever wish for.

This one and only flourishment was my girlfriend Bella. She was my reason to live until this day when she was rushed to the hospital for immediate operation.

*Flashback*

Sounds of cries and the sound of joy came from different angles of the hospital. While I waited and prayed along with her parents for the surgery to come out successful, I kept glancing at the room, waiting for someone to bring us good news.

Well, Bella has been suffering from brain cancer. Though I knew the probability of her living was less, I still could not help myself from loving and being closer to her each time I got the chance.

Before going in for this surgery, we had a fight, it was not so bad, but it was not good either. But it rhymed on her health. 

It was a genuine issue for me when she kept insisting on going in for an operation.

 I almost stopped her from going in for this operation. I could not bear the risk. But she persisted saying it was for the best.

I could not stop her. It was her life, it was her choice. But I was so unbearably mad and heartbroken. Though I could be thinking positively, I just could not see myself doing that.

What she wanted of me; I could not make it. I could not give my approval on something so unbearable. What if she did not make it? 

I would never be able to forgive myself for giving her the go-ahead. Anyone would have done the same in my shoes.

Due to that, I had to live to my moms' place to clear my head for a day, only for me to receive a call saying Bella was rushed to the hospital for surgery.

And this was not because she was willing to go in for it, but because of the misunderstandings we had which worked her brain the more and made her pass out after that. Bringing us to this moment.

It was an hour, yet no one seemed to think of giving us feedback. Did they really know how tensed and nervous we were?

With no disrespect for medical personnel but it was so annoying waiting and waiting, yet no response.

Though I wanted them to take their time and treat her at their best reach, I still could not help the feeling within.

My heartbeat raised the more each time I heard the list sound.

An hour has elapsed, and I could not take it anymore.

I rose walking up and down the corridor. I did that for 3minutes, and a nurse told me to sit down saying my action creates tension towards other families who are here for their people. Which is not helpful at all.

Putting myself in their position and visualizing what I would have felt, I sat down.

But that lasted for a while as I became super nervous. This time, it was with all might. 

I rose and Bellas' mom spoke in French 

"Tu dois essayer de te

"Je ne peux pas. Ça fait une

With, she did not know how to calm me down anymore as she silently stared at the surgical room.

I have been living in France since I was 3 years old. That is what my mom told me.

But we speak English at home since my mom is American. 

My dad died due to a critical accident, where only one person survived. That was before my mom could bring me to this earth. Like, 20 years ago.

I am 19 and I have been in college for a year now.

I and Bella knew each other in a restaurant my mom works in as a cook.

After school, I always pass there to have my meal. 

Bella always comes with her mum to packaged food for their super.

Due to that, her mom and mine became close.

Sometimes when my mom had to work for long, I go stay at Bellas' parents' place.

But when we grew older, I had my home which I rented with what I earned from a part-time job.

So, she was the one coming to see me most times. By then, we were together, living happily and planning our future.

Just count 14years from now and you will know how long we knew each other. 

On this faithful day when we had misunderstandings, I was in town with my friends when she called

*Flashback*

<< On phone >>

"Hello beautiful" I responded 

"Can we please meet at home?" She asked

I uneven my brows at her tone. She did not seem fine.

"Which home?" I asked wondering if she came to my house since she had a spare key, without informing me.

Well, she used to do that and I have no problem with it.

"Mes parents. Tête de bite! (My Parents. Dick head!)" She responded in French and I chuckled. 

"Ok. I will be right there. Do not forget to cook your species for me as usual. Je les aime (I love them)" I said and she hissed cutting the call.

Laughing at her reaction after that, I excused myself to my friends and drove to their house.

It was near to town, since it had a lot of short cuts. Which was cool.

Bella is a pure French and has never known English until we were close. I thought her how to speak, by speaking English with her regularly. 

I also gave her classes on that. Since she loved learning it, she easily caught the basis and got fluent with it as time passed.

Before 2years, Bella could proudly be named as someone who lived in an English country. Though she still had that bilingual tongue that differentiates her with a pure English speaking person.

After some years, she could clearly differentiate the French tongue and English tongue. 

She was almost perfect for a learner. I would say, she was Excellent. She is naturally a fast learner and smart young lady. 

I arrived at her place in less than 15 minutes. Got out of the car and matched in after ringing the bell of course.

Her parents were busy with her kid sister since she was still a baby.

I walked towards the dining area which was closer to the stairs and saw a medical report.

I didn't want to read it but found Bellas' name on it.

So I picked it up and glanced through it. 

Without seconds passing, my eyes fell on a note written and signed by the doctor waiting for a confirmation.

This report was not a good one. As the letter made mentions of how aggravated her case was and if care is not taking or surgery is not performed on her, her time of death will be nearer than it already is. 

I gulped after seeing that. It showed below some of her attendance at the hospital 3days ago. And the medicines they gave her to how sick she was.

What the Fuck!! How come she was admitted 3days ago? Why didn't she inform me!?

I took the paper along and matched to her room.

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