The one on my left also have visitors crowding around. They look sad because their loved one lying on the bed has an oxygen mask attached. She has not been eating for the past 3 days. They do not know how long her heart continues to beat.
The one directly opposite is very happy despite coughing now and then. She has asked a nurse to help clean and put on her own clothes in the early morning. She will be discharged very soon.
The one to my far left continues to sleep. Why hasn't she sleep enough? She opens her eyes occasionally; just to let people around know that she is still alive.
The one to my far right looks fine today. After her breakfast, she has been using her laptop and made some calls using her handphone.
All of us share a similar hope and dream. We just want to leave this place and return to our home as soon as possible.
Here, there is not much difference between day and night. There are lots of nurses, doctors, people etc walking outside the ward. None of them have a familiar face that I know.
I wait and wait, hoping to see a familiar face; hoping to see a face that I remember of.
I want to go to relieve. I press the call button. Help came only after a long wait. I feel miserable.
I am hungry; meals don't come on the dot. When I wake up, I wait for breakfast to be served. After this meal, I wait for my lunch. After it, I wait for my dinner and then a small cup of milo before lights off.
I feel warm. I switch on the ceiling fan. After a while, I feel cold and I switch off the fan. My body feels itchy as I have only sponge bath. Lot of tubes are poked into my body. How I wish these tubes can be removed, so that I can have a good shower or bath. I have to wait for these tubes to be removed; only when I am better.
Make a trip to a hospital and you will realise how important good health is.
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