I never realized that death was that sorrowful. I definitely didn’t know that closing my eyes for the last time would be that pitiful. Christopher’s heartbroken screams filled my ears, but as time passed, his voice became softer and more distant. The ceiling above me turned dark, and that darkness slowly spread until it consumed me.
It was a place without light, and I felt like I was the only one there. The dead silence told me that no one was there and that no one would go there either.
I thought that I would stay in that darkness for a long time, but I soon saw a dim light. It felt like the light was waving at me, so I ran toward it as quickly as I could. In the end, I stepped into the light.
I opened my eyes slowly and saw that Christopher was right in front of me. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared, and I reached out to caress his face. He held my hand quickly and put it on his cheek.
I tested the waters by pinching his cheek a little. He was soft and warm. Am I dreaming?
I stared at Christopher and parted my lips to speak. Unfortunately, no sound came. So this is a dream.
“Shh, don’t talk. You developed a fever, and your throat is severely inflamed, so you can’t talk now,” explained Christopher softly as he helped me adjust my blanket.
This dream is so surreal. Christopher even explained why I can’t speak! Just then, a doctor came in and injected some medication into my saline bag. The medication looked colorful and got me to rub my eyes a little. Those colors made me certain that I must be dreaming.
I had never seen medication in that color before.
“Is Eve up?” asked Sabrina. I forced my eyes open, and as suspected, I saw Sabrina heading over quickly. She was hugging Zachary’s arm and was staring at me with a worried gaze on her. Glee donned her face when she saw me opening my eyes. “Eve, how are you feeling?” asked Sabrina, “Is there any discomfort?”
I wasn’t feeling off, but my head was feeling dizzy. Everything felt surreal, and it was like I was hallucinating. I couldn’t speak, so I pointed at my lips to tell them that I had something to say.
“Are you thirsty?” asked Sabrina before she gestured for Christopher to pour some water.
Christopher, however, never moved a muscle. He replied, “The doctor just injected your throat with a strong medication, so you can’t drink water for now.”
I wet my lips a little. Yep, this is definitely a dream. There is no other explanation as to why Christopher wouldn’t let me have some water.
Sabrina crouched beside me and said, “You gotta get better quickly, okay? My wedding preparation is done, and all that’s left is for someone to fill in the spot of the bridesmaid. I am so nervous now because my baby bump is about to show. If you can’t make it to my wedding before my baby grows too big, my parents will learn about my secret, and they will kill me.”
I bulged my eyes. I can’t believe that Sabrina is pregnant. My gosh, they work so quickly! They had just gotten together, and now they’re expecting, I thought before I gave Sabrina a thumbs up. After considering the situation, I gave Zachary a thumbs up as well.
Zachary scratched the back of his head like he was embarrassed, but Sabrina grinned in exasperation. She complained, “For some unknown reason, I feel like punching something when you give me a thumbs up like that. Oh, I almost forgot. When will you be free? We’ve looked into the almanac and we’d like you to be our baby’s godmother. Will you do it?”
I grinned and nodded slightly. Thinking back, Sabrina and Zachary had been fooling around for some time, so it was expected that she got knocked up. One’s passionate while the other is shy, but they’re both inexperienced. They probably never even thought about birth control measures. I guess it’s only natural that she’d gotten pregnant.
“Come on, Eve just woke up, so don’t wear her out. Please go show your love off somewhere else,” said Christopher impatiently to chase the visitors away. Sabrina glared over at Christopher, but she tugged at Zachary before leaving while pouting.
Christopher turned back to me. He noticed how I was staring in the direction where Sabrina had left, so he stroked my hair to comfort me. He promised, “If you want, we can try having a baby as soon as you recover. I will love our child, regardless of whether we have a boy or girl.”
I pointed at myself to tell him that I wanted our firstborn to be a girl. Daughters are nice. They are more caring, and it’s better if the girl is a little older. If my son turns out to be a mischievous prankster, he will have to deal with the age gap first before he even considers going after his sister.
“Okay, then we’ll have a daughter first,” replied Christopher, who got my message and nodded.
