the first scare

Life is an unpredictable journey; unpredictable but beautiful. We never know what comes next but when that beautiful journey is cut short by some extremely avoidable circumstances, it's absolutely gut wrenching. A small boil(also called a furuncle or 'Pilo' in Nepali) appeared on her left hand wrist which was treated in Om Hospital. She was taking antibiotics and the wound appeared to be healing. However, she got weaker and started suffering from sudden vomiting and fever. She was immediately taken to KMC Hospital on the 12th of June. The doctors, after the checkup, concluded the next morning that it was a case of gastritis as a result of the antibiotics she had been taking. She was advised to take some medicine for gastritis and to go for a follow up after a week. But the vomiting became even more prominent and she was rushed to the emergency ward in the hospital that very evening, ie around 6 PM on 13th June. The doctors kept telling us that the reports were normal and

It's exactly 1:30 A.M right now. I remember the exact same time, exactly a month ago. I was laying in the bed in the waiting room, in the third floor with so much of irrelevant thoughts, while I could feel my mother in the ICU in the first floor. It was the first time ever in my life, I was that scared. I was not scared that I am going to lose my mother forever. No,  I had no freaking idea about that, i never imagined or thought that but still my heart was beating faster than ever before, I could feel my heart as the heaviest thing that exist in the world that time. My mind was blank. It was not that I didn't saw my mother, I saw her exactly an hour ago when she was taken out from the ICU to the checkup, in the bed full of sline and oxygen bottle. She was surrounded by nurses and doctors, she was moving, not like she used to do, it was different this time. She was trying to escape, she was trying so hard to escape, don't know from what or from whom. She was acting like a li