Juan Moisés De La Serna - A Touch Of Happiness

-So, she could have been ill for a long time?

-I can’t give you total assurance, but I think so.

- And why did this happen? I insisted in asking.

- Do you know if she had breakfast this morning?

I asked her parents who had followed me, and as me, were devastated by the shock, and they told me that she didn’t eat anything that morning, nor at noon, because she said that she was so nervous that her stomach was empty.

The doctor told me even before I could ask him.

-That could be the cause.

-And the lift? Said her father.

-Which lift? Asked the doctor.

-It was not working today, we live in the eighth floor and she had to climb with the groceries.

The doctor lowered his head and said,

-I would not be surprised if what happened was the conjunction of these two or more factors.

-And now what? -I asked.

-Now it is a matter of waiting, we have given her treatment, with a little luck her body will recover.

- Will she not have sequels? Asked the father.

-We cannot know yet, it’s very soon, let us study her a little more and we will inform you of the results.

That’s how it all ended, at that moment I felt very guilty for not giving her all my attention when she came back home loaded, if I had given her a glass of water, maybe she would be alright now, or simply if I had changed our en-gagement day to another day when the lift was not broken, it would have been enough. And the food…, because she had not eaten.

We had already spoken about everything, and her parents agreed, it was just a formality, to meet and eat some pasta and nothing else, why had she not eaten anything? She did not tell me she was nervous about anything, nor did she tell me she was feeling bad when she arrived.

I gave it a lot of thought, but above all the idea of wanting to marry her any-way possible. I knew it was not the best time to talk to her parents about this subject, butt I thought that could help her recover.

I had heard of people who had come back from the coma, after listening to their favourite singer’s song, or when a dear person spoke to them, maybe, if we got married, and she listened to the words of the priest, she would react, if only to say, “Yes, I do”.

The idea seemed absurd to me, but I could not get it out of my mind. I ap-proached her father, and I told him how excited she was for our commitment and that she would have loved to get married soon.

The man started crying as soon as I mentioned her, so I preferred not to say anything. I asked a nurse, where the chapel was. And I went to sit down, it was a small room where there were some benches to pray.

So I did, and I prayed for her, and I offered my life in return and whatever else I had or could do. When I was calm and that moment the priest was coming in, I took that opportunity to tell him about the situation and what I had thought and he told me,

- Son, it’s not going to be possible, as long as she’s in that state, she does not own her will, so I cannot marry you.

-But …, what if that saves her?

-If she does not give her consent it has no validity before God -that been said he picked up something and left the place.

I was somewhat annoyed at the priest, for denying me what I most wanted, and I asked for the same thing again in my prayer, adding that he should let me marry the person I loved, but I received no response.

After a moment I got up and went to the waiting room where I had left her pa-rents, but they were not there, I was surprised and I asked a man there after them and he told me that a doctor had called them in a hurry.

I went in, but a nurse asked me,

- Where are you going?

-I don’t know, I was told that something has happened to my wife, because they hurriedly called my in-laws.

-It must be the woman who was in a coma.

-Yes, she is, when I heard that, my heart sank, because I understood that she was already out of the coma, where can I find her?

-You will have to talk to your doctor first, follow the passage straight and then the door at the left.

So I did, and before arriving I saw her parents crying, I approached and I wan-ted to ask them, but they made a gesture of not wanting me to get close, so I respected them. That reaction surprised me. I did not understand what was going on if the nurse had told me that she had recovered. Why were they beha-ving like that?

I entered the room and saw the doctor filling out a form at the foot of the bed, and a white sheet that covered my wife from her feet to her head.

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