:WorthLiving:

Declan


Ouch.
What the hell is on my hand?
I blinked a few times , to get a clearer view of the white room , the bed i was lying in that smelled like morphine , and my dad sitting in a corner,his head in his hands.
Oh, an IV.
I tried to get up, making the bed covers move , my dad sprung up at once , telling me to stay still.
"Dec, I want you to listen to me. Don't say a word. Don't even try to open your mouth,"He said seriously while his bottom lip trembling like a leaf , his right palm on my left.
A middle - aged man , in his early 50's came into the room , which I predicted was the doctor.
My doctor.
What happened?
"Mr Collins , I'm Declan's doctor , Dr Hills."He said seriously,not even extending a hand for my father to shake.My father nodded once , and looked at him, then the chart the doctor was grasping in his hand.
"What's wrong with him?,"He asked , as Dr Hills placed the chart on the side table.Coming to my side , he pulled out a torchlight thing and he opened my eyes ( which were open already ) and he guided the light- left then right , my pupil following it like a loyal dog following it's owner.Doing the same for my other eye , i reassured my self , my eyes weren't screwed up.
So , what is the problem?
"Mr Collins,your son's blood pressure and pulse is normal at this rate.He's in a stable condition.But , I have some news that I'm very concerned about his um , his ability to speak."
"What are you saying?"
"His vocal chords , and his voice box was badly damaged by the glass that pierced through his throat.Declan is very lucky to survive , with minor head injuries."Dr Hills said coherently.
"Can't he spe-speak anymore?"My dad stammered, looking at me.
"Not unless he has a donor.I'm sorry Mr Collins."Dr Hills said solemnly , he left the room silently, smiling weakly to me.
I can't speak? Are you serious?
"Dec-"my dad said, pulling a chair to my side. He looked at me , and his teardrops dropped in a pair , down on his cheeks. He held my hand tightly , burying his head into his elbow, he just sobbed.
I was the one who kept this family.Together,tight and bonded. I can't speak , how am I going to do so? My life isn't worth living anymore.
And with that , i joined my distraught father , me burying my bandaged head on his shoulder , crying how my life has gone down the drain.

Not worth living.


William
After a long 15 minutes of crying, I looked at my unspeakable son,"Your mom has been sent to Sanctuary Rehab centre.We can meet her , if you would like."
He opened his mouth, struggling to say something , making my heart ache.
" Don't say anything ,Declan.I want you to believe that this problem will be fixed,and you will talk again. I promise you that."
He nodded and he snuggled back into the covers like a 5 year-old.He was still sniffing , his nose red.
"I shall be back , I'm going to the cafeteria to get some coffee." I said softly, ruffling his hair affectionately and stepping out of the ward , I knew i cannot break that promise and it will come true.
I promised.