“Granny! How are you?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful as I waltzed into her hospital room.
The room was as white and simple as ever. The hospital room was filled with advanced medical equipment and machines that were designed to keep my granny alive.
“I’m doing well. Have you been busy?” Granny asked, probably referring to the fact that I didn’t drop by before.
“A little. A couple of things happened…and I just got tied up…” I replied vaguely.
Sensing that I didn’t want to talk about it any further, my grandmother did not continue asking. Instead, she started talking about small random things that she knew would cheer me up. I truly appreciate her for everything that she’s done for me.
“How’s the painting going?” Granny asked before she smiled beautifully at me.
She had been receiving treatment for only around a week, but she seemed to be doing well. I smiled back at her as I observed her glowing face. I prayed and hoped that she would be cured and that she would be able to leave the hospital soon. Even if not permanently, it would be good enough for me if she could at least go out sometimes. I’m sure that she was bored out of her mind being stuck in this room all the time.
“It’s going well. I’m actually here to show you the rough sketch,” I said enthusiastically.
I began removing the canvas from the protective bag to show it to her. My grandmother took the canvas in her two hands as she stared at the rough pencil sketch on it.
“This looks much better that I had imagined…” Granny said thoughtfully.
“What does that mean? Don’t underestimate your own granddaughter. Actually, I based this sketch on a photograph of us that we took together a while back,” I said.
“So, how can I help you today, young lady?” Granny asked.
She handed the canvas back to me and I smiled at her.
“I’m planning to base the facial expression on the real you now. So, I guess all I need you to do is put on your best smile for me,” I replied as I sat down in a chair next to her hospital bed.
“That’s easy enough,” grandma replied before smiling widely at me.
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her and soon we were laughing together. In that moment, I honestly forgot about all my troubles and everything that was going on in my life. I just wanted to focus and live in that moment, at least while it lasted.
We were busy having a great time enjoying each other’s company when the door to the room burst opened. I had a bad feeling that it wasn’t the doctor or the nurse that just stepped in through the door.
“Ha…Hayden…Why are you here?” I asked in confusion and panic.
My eyes were like round saucers at my shock of seeing Hayden walking into the room. He was dressed in a very smart looking white suit with a black shirt and matching black leather shoes. Overall, he seemed too smartly dressed and fashionable to be on a casual hospital visit. So, why is he here…exactly?
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