Page 65 of Prophet
Even afraid of the sting of light, I opened my eyes again. I had to see his face, see him. I never thought I would ever get that again. I fought hard to focus, more blurriness. I waited as I could now feel and hear more. The beeping from before got louder and faster. I felt like it might be some sign of danger or something. I now heard other voices, but they weren't Prophet.No… where is he?I tried to actually move as I did feel my body now.
“Jewel, thank God...” Prophet’s voice came again.
This meant he was still with me. I tried to speak and my mouth didn’t work at all.
“Listen to me Jewel,” another voice said soothingly. “You have a tube in your throat and we need to remove it.”
I kept blinking my eyes and then a face came into view. An older man’s face.
“I am Dr. Robins,” the man explained. “And this might hurt just a little, but we will try to make sure it is done quickly.”
All I could do was blink up at him. Then I felt odd as something moved along my throat and it hurt. With a swooshing sound, it left my throat and came out through my mouth. I coughed and kept on coughing then something light was placed over my mouth, I breathed in and my coughing stopped. Oh now, I felt something all right, like a sore throat from hell.
I heard more movement around me as my eyes watered badly. Someone swiped at my tears.
“I told ya son, she is a fighter.”
I heard the voice and knew who had said this. I looked up and saw Zed. Next to him stood Prophet. Tears formed in my eyes as I choked on a sob. They were standing together, alive.
Prophet stepped in quickly and grasped my hand. “Don’t cry Jewel, everything is okay now.”
I tried to stop weeping like a baby but to see them here with me after everything, just hit me so hard. Joy, yes and relief. He didn’t understand why I was crying, but now that everything had come back to me, I did believe it had to be a miracle of some kind.
Kissing my knuckles, Prophet had tears in his eyes now. “Y-you...I almost lost you, baby. But God stayed on our side.”
I slowly nodded as I sniffled and my tears slowed. My father had used that saying so many times, he believed it and now, so did I. Already swollen my throat was getting worse with the crying and I needed to get some control. I still felt weak as I opened my mouth to speak.
“Nope,” the doctor’s voice came in again. “You can’t talk for at least an hour.”
I furrowed my brows. I had so many questions to ask.
“Tellin’ a woman that, is like using fightin’ words, doc,” Zed joked.
“Maybe, but usually,” the doctor spoke up again, “A patient that has been in a coma wants to know how long they were out. In her case, by what I heard, she was in a dire situation. So in order to keep her from talking, you need to tell her what happened. I will be back to check on her.”
A coma?Was all that I heard from what he just said. My eyes rounded.
“Jewel, you have been out for a week,” Prophet stated.
A week!
“For a few days, we didn’t…” he paused.”...know if you would wake up at all.”
I coughed again as shock hit me.
“Then they caught brain—activity.” His voice cracked. “That day was the first time I felt hope.”
I stared up at him to see a lone tear roll down his cheek. Oh, my gosh. He looked so tired and his eyes were red rimmed. I finally noticed how bad he looked. As stubborn as he was, I bet he didn’t sleep or even eat very much.
“I had to keep him alive,” Zed voice came to me as if he knew what I was thinking.
I squeezed Prophet’s hand.
He shrugged and went on, “You and Zed were thrown from the blast but you made it out of there alive.”
The blast...Oh, the club!
“I told him why we survived,” Zed again followed up. “That there was this mighty little woman who came to my rescue. One with such courage she could challenge a Goliath. I told him everything.”
