91. If she dies

91. If she dies

— . Young Mikolaj . —

- 20 years ago -

Harsh fluorescent light of the hospital corridor casts a sterile glow over my face as I stare at the white wall in front of me. It’s been five days since Mama has been fighting for her life. It’s hard to look at her. Despite the constant anxiety, I am confident that she will recover.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out. The name flashing on screen puts a sour taste in my mouth as I press the red button. I never imagined I would ever feel this bitter about her. Maria told me Lena’s parents came to see my mother. But Lena wasn’t with them. Phone vibrates once more with a text message and I switch it off, stuffing it where it belongs as I see a nurse approaching me.

“Hi…”

I get up, as she glances at me from head to toe and asks, “The doctor would like to have a word with you in the morning. He will be here around nine.”

Fucking finally. I don’t know what their problem is, but I have an inkling they are avoiding me