I still remember the day when I first met him.
His story started 10 years ago with a small motorbike accident.
When I saw his 10 years old history
with multiple surgeries to fix his intestinal bleeding, my first thought was,' I'm done'.
New ward, three surgeons, I'm definitely won't be able to remember every shit and they gona screw me for this.
"Don't worry, I'm here for quite a long time. They knew my case well. They won't ask much."
I stopped flipping his report and looked at him.
"Did he heard my mind voice?" I questioned myself with a surprised look.
He smiled.
"That's what everyone felt when they saw me for the first time."
He answered my voiceless question again.
From that day onwards, he was not just a patient but a friend as well.
Each time during dressing, I can literally touch his intestines because it was such a big open wound with his peristalsis visible to my naked eyes.
Weeks later.
" Bro, what is the first thing you wanted to do once you're well and out from here?" I asked him.
"Get a job and repair my room tiles," he answered with a sense of discomfort.
His vacuum dressing was partially soaked.
"I already informed my wound team MO. Today he will come and change the dressing,okay?"I tried to make him feel better.
" And I wanted to buy a new phone for my sister, "he uttered slowly.
I can sensed that he really wished to live a normal life like us.
" God didn't bring you this far to leave you. Everything will be fine soon , "I shared the quote that my consultant shared in her WhatsApp status that morning.
I was believing that the quote was true for sometime.
Today he's no more.
But he made me realized something.
Each soul crosses our path for a reason. Either for their growth or to make us grow.
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