Weekstory 1 part 3

I guess I don’t have much of a choise, Samantha replied. It’s wheter this or going blind for sure. I just hope the operation will be succesful. I want it to be over, the headache, the fear, better do this now.
Okay, the nurse said, let’s go then.
The operation lasted for almost ten hours. First the eye had to be removed, the puss in her eye socket was worse than they expected, so they had a pretty job cleaning that as wel, and then they had to connect the nerves and muscles of the old eye with the transplant eye. A doctor connected them one by one, and he couldn’t make mistakes. If he did, the operation would have failed. Meanwhile the transplant eye needed to be kept wet and cold, so a nurse was watching the eyeball constantly. Finally the eye was put into the eyesocket and a patch was put for Samantha’s brand new eye. To make sure she wouldn’t scratch or tough the aerea, they wrapped her head with bandaid.
They kept her in sleep for another twentyfour hours, the pain would be too much for her to bear, but then finally she woke up and John was there. He had been watching her ever she came out of the operating room. As tired as he was, he was excited to see her move and even smile a little.
Hey love, there you are, he whispered.
Samanthe looked at him with her wrapped up head and tried to smile a little, She tried to talk, but she was too tired to even make the slightest sound. She had a long way too go, she felt. She laid her head down again and closed her eyes.
John was satisfied, he saw her, she was allright, he knew now. The nurse in the back adviced him to go home and get some sleep.
Let her rest untill tomorrow, she will be much stronger then. You need to take care of yourself, she will be needing you the next few days untill the patch comes off. So, up and go, off to bed, my friend. John smiled and took her advice. Thank you so much, he said. Anytime John, she replied, that’s where I’m here for. I have to make sure you are not the next laying here with exhaustion problems.

Photo taken from Flickr made by Chris Brown https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

John called a taxi, he was too tired to drive. As soon as he was home he dove onto the couch and fell asleep. It wasn’t a very good dream, cause in his dreams the eye came out of the eye socket and fell on the floor, leaving a trace of puss and blood. He woke up with a shock and then realized it was just a bad dream. Back to sleep, he urged himself.
John woke up with a terrible headache and his body felt like he was run over by a train. Every muscle in his back was sour. That’s what you get from sleeping on this couch, he thought. But going to bed wouldn’t be usefull cause he knew he couldn’t sleep in the bed without Samantha laying next to him. He was so fond of her that even a day away from her seemed to last a whole week and therefore he drank a quick cup of coffee, took a hort shower and went back to the hospital. He needed to see her, he had to see her now.
The moment he reached the hospital the nurse came up to him.
Can I have a word with you before you go to her John? She asked
Sure, how can I help you nurse? He asked.
Well, before you see her, you must know that she seems to be a bit confused. She’s talking strange. She swore she saw something that wasn’t there, and even when three nurses confirmed they didn’t see anything, she kept on saying that she was sure she saw it. It could be the medication, but I thought I’d better warn you. Don’t argue with her, believe me, it’s better if you don’t.
I’ll keep that in mind nurse, thanks for the information. Can I go see her now?
Sure, go ahead, she is awake. She’s been asking for you ever since she opened her eyes, erm, eye that is, sorry. John smiled, Well, I would have made the same mistake, don’t think too hard about it.
John entered the room and saw Samantha sitting on the bed. She looked at him, smiled and said, finally you are here, I missed you, but why did you take your mother with you?
John lost his breath. Wat do you say? My mother? Samantha, you know she died two years ago, you were at her funeral.

Photo taken from Flickr made my Kevin Dooley https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/