My crutches sank
deep into the muddy grass, the result of a downpour last night. Without
tumbling face first into the mud, I yanked them out— it must have rained until
morning because the puddles in the garden could still be seen as the day’s sun
was about to set. I managed to make my way to the rocky path. The ashen colored
trail of pebbles led me to a bench overlooking a mesmerizing pond.
I trotted along
the trail down to the bench and sat there with a great sigh. I pulled the
magazine out from under my arm and set it down beside me while examining the
water in front. I loved sitting on this bench, looking across the pond at life
and nature. I saw the water swaying slowly along its way towards the edge of
the pond and then back and the flock of ducklings swimming proudly and
following their mother. One of the ducks had trouble catching up and quacked at
its mother to wait. The beauty of language could be seen flowing through these
wordless birds somehow able to convey their message across.
Fall was upon
us. The changing colors of the leaves indicated it wasn’t long before the huge
oak tree that shadowed my bench would be bare and naked again. I looked up and
examined the patterns nature offered me, but not until recently had I began to
appreciate it.
My train of
thought had taken its toll when I noticed that a woman stepped out from the
building I came from and headed my way. I decided to act like I was busy
reading the magazine I brought. I could hear the woman inching closer to my area
and it wasn’t long before she was in my presence. Her footsteps halted and I
broke my gaze from a Mercedes Benz to look into two beautiful crystal blue
eyes. A gorgeous face was looking back at me with a warm glow and a soft smile
that somehow lit a kindling fire in my heart. I didn’t know what was happening
or where this woman came from, but she seemed familiar; like a half recalled
memory I just couldn’t remember
It was a moment
before we spoke. “Can I grab a seat here?” she asked. She pointed at the pond,
“I love the view.” I happily obliged and pulled the crutches towards myself.
She sat down and crossed her legs. I sunk my head back into my magazine,
pretending to examine the nifty new features of this Mercedes, only to look at
this woman from the corner of my eye.
“What happened
to your leg?” she inquired pointing at the cast that wrapped my left leg like a
cocoon.
“Car accident.”
I replied. Usually people find car accidents fascinating tales to revisit so I
told her mine. “It happened a month ago actually. I totaled my car and ended up
here. It’s not too bad. My cast will be off in a few days and I’ll be out of
here.”
“Oh, so is that
why you’re going through a catalogue of cars?” I looked down and saw the shiny
Mercedes Benz peering back at me.
“Precisely,” I
lied. It would take me years before I could buy this car but she didn’t have to
know that. I surveyed her face. There was Band-Aid concealing a bruise across
her forehead and some scratch marks that were at the healing stages near her
cheek. It only felt right to ask her a question because she asked me one.
“Does your cut
have a story too?” I asked jokingly while flashing a smile. She felt her
Band-Aid on her forehead and chuckled.
“Same story as
yours. My accident wasn’t very bad, at least not for me. I was sitting
passenger side and my husband on the driving seat. He got the worst blow; I was
pretty safe to be honest.” I inspected her left hand and saw the wedding ring
sparkling like the water in the pond before us. It felt heart wrenching. I felt
further questioning her would build some conversation and we’d have something
to talk about other than sitting awkwardly staring at ducks.
“So I guess
you’re here because of your husband?”
“Oh yes, he’s in
ward C. Whenever I visit, I like to come here and sit down, catch some fresh
air and escape the dangerously fast world out there. Y’know?” Her voice cracked
in the end, but I knew. The time that I spent in this hospital had really
opened up my eyes over what’s important and what’s temporary. This is exactly why
I sit here, to regain the composure of my thoughts that the cruel world had
damaged.
“Ward C you say?
I’m in ward C too. Are you Harry’s wife?” Harry was my neighbor in ward C. His
bed was right next to mine, and we used to chat for hours. He would tell me
about his wife and kids and how someday he’d introduce me to his family.
“No,” she
replied. Her eyes started to water and her voice broke on that one syllable.
She pursed her lips while holding back her tears before breaking into a sob and
covering her face in her hands. I was confused.
“I’m sorry… um…”
I didn’t know her name. This conversation was turning into a disaster.
“Cathy,” she
said.
“Cathy, Is there
anything I can do?” I didn’t know if I should rest my hand on her back or let
her cry like that. I was fighting this dilemma in my head when she gave me a
horrifying look. I pulled my hand that was about to rest on her back when I
noticed something.
A sparkling
stone shined on a finger on my left hand that seemed like a wedding ring. I
could have sworn it wasn’t there before. She looked at it and then at me. She
saw the perplexing look I wore. She touched my ring with her wedding ring. They
looked awfully similar to each other.
“You don’t
remember John?” How did she know my name? My head was hurting almost
immediately.
“How do you know
my name? Who are you?” I startled and my crutches fell.
“The doctor, she
said she you’d be better. When will you be better John, when will you remember?”
She seemed torn between the ring and me. She had grabbed my hand and her
fingers were intertwining with mine. “I’m tired. Tired of coming here every day
hoping to bring you back. You’re here, but you’re not. John please, I want you
to come back to me.”
“What are you
talking about? Who are you?” I jerked her hand out of mine and was shouting at
this point. I don’t remember the last time I had screamed this loud. I don’t
remember the last I had been this nervous. I don’t remember the last time my
heart beat so fast in a conversation. I don’t remember…
“The accident
John. I was there. We were there. It
hit you so hard on the head. Oh God your head.” She went into repeated sobs.
“Please come back. Please remember who I am. Please come back to me John.
Please…” I was gasping for air by this point. I heard people hurrying towards
us. Two nurses and a guard. “They’re coming John. Please come back to me. Tell
them you’re ok. Tell them you remember, for God’s sake!” I was losing her. I
had no idea what she was saying. The aching pain in my head was soaring towards
my eyes. I grabbed my head in my hands but instead of hair, I felt cloth. I was
stunned. What was going on? My head was bandaged together tightly to cover up
something. An injury, a wound?
My vision began
to shake. I was losing control over my thoughts and body. I could still hear
her though, sobbing, begging. Expecting me to come back to some reality. She
told me to remember the ring. I didn’t even know how it got there. She asked me
to remember our vows. I don’t even remember of making any. The sounds magnified
in my head, and I tried to block them out. Every noise pierced my ear, be it
the rustling of the leaves or the quacking of the ducks. I opened my eyes to
see but I saw nothing; I had become blind. It was all dark. The noises started
to fade; it was becoming silent. It all came to a standstill; it all became
peaceful…
The water in the
pond glistened gloomily in the twilight. The ducklings quacked, as they
followed their mother around the pond. One of them seemed to be a little slow as
it quacked to tell its mother to slow down, which she did. The beauty of
language could be seen flowing through these wordless birds somehow able to
convey their message across. I peered beside me and saw a woman devastated. She
was crying and sobbing with her face in her hands.
The chilly
autumn wind blew away the hair from her face and she clasped her hands
together, revealing her appearance. I saw a gorgeous face looking back at me
with a fiery glow but a sad smile. Cheeks wet with tears that had been shed
recently. She wiped her tears on her sleeve and looked straight in to my eyes.
I stared back into two beautiful crystal blue eyes that seemed to be damp with
aching sadness. She looked at me the way the duck looked at her duckling and
sat there waiting for something. Something that was slow and not fast enough to
catch up perhaps, waiting for her duck to come back to her, just waiting.
