Chapter 37: Bonus (3)
... The hospital’s surroundings was quiet around ward 201, the air carrying the scent of antiseptic. Amanda, crossing her arms, waited just outside the ward’s door for the doctor to come out.
Through the glass lining on it, she stared at the inside — the white-coated doctor was taking recordings and evaluations of a body overly wrapped in bandages, the cable of the beeping life-supporting machine attached to him. He slept in silence — a poor comatose soul.
Soon after the doctor came out, she dismissed the nurse to have a quick chat with Amanda.
Amanda sighed out loud.
Swallowing, she asked, "Is there any assurance of when he might wake up?"
The doctor replied, adjusting her spectacles, "That, if I am being honest, is so unpredictable. This kind of a situation is usually called waiting for a miracle even in the medical field, if you get what I mean..."
"He might wake up anytime soon... Or never?" Amanda asked with a slight hint of concern, the same expression dancing in her eyes.
But instead of the doctor answering to that, she paused for a moment and frankly voiced out, "If you don’t mind me asking, Miss Williams, how are you truly related to this man in question?"
Amanda kept silent.
"Because there are limits to what I am supposed to disclose to you about the patient if you’re just a guardian, perhaps, a co-worker," the doctor made herself clear.
A pleasant, reassuring smile still danced on her face, because she literally wasn’t being hostile towards Amanda even though her word might have come out that way, because she had to say it anyway.