Forbidden Love
Husband. (55th Chapter)
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Evelyn’s POV:
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“(He insists) Please Evelyn, You need to sleep. You are tired, and I don’t want to sedate you.” I huff my breath, as my stubbornness builds inside me. The doctor has been trying to convince me to sleep, because as he claims; my energy is weak. But that’s not what I feel at all, I am really refreshed and I don’t sense any drowsiness right now.
“Well, at least explain to me how was I able to walk again?” I try to barge my way of learning the reason behind my unexpected recovery, because it wasn’t something that I could ever imagine on happening. “(He sits beside me, on the chair facing my hospitalised bed) You told me that you ran, right? (I nod slowly, allowing him to proceed) Well, did you know that your disability was a cause of some depressed thoughts that were clouding your nervous system and muscle reflexes?”
My eyebrows knot together; confused how my feelings are connected to my movement. “I’m not following quite well, Dr. Please explain this to me in a simpler form?” He nods, taking out his latex gloves in the process. “Your brain has been suppressing a lot of bad thoughts, which began to form an accumulation in the blood vesicles. These vesicles are attached to the nervous system, which commands the body to move physically. You suffered from a trauma, and that had a side effect on your legs’ dysfunction. Now, for what happened with you today, you had a moment, which forced you to stop thinking negatively; correct? (I bob my head in amazement) So, in this case, you were able to find your strength to move again. You won’t be needing a wheelchair, but you will have to watch your steps from now on.”
“(I answer frantically) So, am I still able to walk now?” He smiles with a light chuckle, standing up from his seat. “Yes, you are able to walk again. (He warns) But, keep in mind that if anything causes you to have a secondary trauma; the side effects wouldn’t be as simple as the one you had previously. My advice? Keep holding on to that moment, person, or something that made you stop your negative depression. It’s going to be your key to stay stable forever, hopefully.”
I know exactly that it isn’t something, its a someone. That someone who I pray that I could see right now. That someone who disabled me and energized me. How could he be the cause and the affect at the same time? “(I whisper politely) Is anyone outside, waiting for me?” He bobs his head, beginning to twist the doorknob.
“Your mother and your husband are outside.” I blush deeply at the title he gave Harry, oh how wonderful life would be if he truly was my husband. “He’s not my husband. (I think in consideration) Wait, did he tell you his name, by any chance?”
The Dr. waits no longer to reply:“Yes, he filled in the paper work, while I was waiting for you to wakeup; to preform the checkup. I believe his name is Harold? (I nod with a smile, making the doctor give one back) Would you like to see him, before you do as I requested from you? (I nod again eagerly, making him chuckle) Very well, Evelyn. I’ll send him in right away.” Once the doctor leaves the room, I clap my hands together like a child in an amusement park.
With him comes huge responsibility, and silliness. He fills my life with ups and downs. He takes me on a ride of life, showing me the good and the bad. He, like no other person, is able to lift my spirit or drown it with a single word from his glorious mouth. The door handle begins to twist slowly, while my hands tighten around the white duvet that’s covering me.
A flock of messy brown curls pop in first, making my breath heave at his presence. His eyes flicker at me, darting with complete concern and worry. I could keep describing him, until there is no more words left; and he’d still have so many features which make him the way he is.
Evelyn’s POV:
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“(He insists) Please Evelyn, You need to sleep. You are tired, and I don’t want to sedate you.” I huff my breath, as my stubbornness builds inside me. The doctor has been trying to convince me to sleep, because as he claims; my energy is weak. But that’s not what I feel at all, I am really refreshed and I don’t sense any drowsiness right now.
“Well, at least explain to me how was I able to walk again?” I try to barge my way of learning the reason behind my unexpected recovery, because it wasn’t something that I could ever imagine on happening. “(He sits beside me, on the chair facing my hospitalised bed) You told me that you ran, right? (I nod slowly, allowing him to proceed) Well, did you know that your disability was a cause of some depressed thoughts that were clouding your nervous system and muscle reflexes?”
My eyebrows knot together; confused how my feelings are connected to my movement. “I’m not following quite well, Dr. Please explain this to me in a simpler form?” He nods, taking out his latex gloves in the process. “Your brain has been suppressing a lot of bad thoughts, which began to form an accumulation in the blood vesicles. These vesicles are attached to the nervous system, which commands the body to move physically. You suffered from a trauma, and that had a side effect on your legs’ dysfunction. Now, for what happened with you today, you had a moment, which forced you to stop thinking negatively; correct? (I bob my head in amazement) So, in this case, you were able to find your strength to move again. You won’t be needing a wheelchair, but you will have to watch your steps from now on.”
“(I answer frantically) So, am I still able to walk now?” He smiles with a light chuckle, standing up from his seat. “Yes, you are able to walk again. (He warns) But, keep in mind that if anything causes you to have a secondary trauma; the side effects wouldn’t be as simple as the one you had previously. My advice? Keep holding on to that moment, person, or something that made you stop your negative depression. It’s going to be your key to stay stable forever, hopefully.”
I know exactly that it isn’t something, its a someone. That someone who I pray that I could see right now. That someone who disabled me and energized me. How could he be the cause and the affect at the same time? “(I whisper politely) Is anyone outside, waiting for me?” He bobs his head, beginning to twist the doorknob.
“Your mother and your husband are outside.” I blush deeply at the title he gave Harry, oh how wonderful life would be if he truly was my husband. “He’s not my husband. (I think in consideration) Wait, did he tell you his name, by any chance?”
The Dr. waits no longer to reply:“Yes, he filled in the paper work, while I was waiting for you to wakeup; to preform the checkup. I believe his name is Harold? (I nod with a smile, making the doctor give one back) Would you like to see him, before you do as I requested from you? (I nod again eagerly, making him chuckle) Very well, Evelyn. I’ll send him in right away.” Once the doctor leaves the room, I clap my hands together like a child in an amusement park.
With him comes huge responsibility, and silliness. He fills my life with ups and downs. He takes me on a ride of life, showing me the good and the bad. He, like no other person, is able to lift my spirit or drown it with a single word from his glorious mouth. The door handle begins to twist slowly, while my hands tighten around the white duvet that’s covering me.
A flock of messy brown curls pop in first, making my breath heave at his presence. His eyes flicker at me, darting with complete concern and worry. I could keep describing him, until there is no more words left; and he’d still have so many features which make him the way he is.
Notes
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