CHAPTER 4

I felt a wave of relief, followed by a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my mother would be okay.

"That's great news," Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile.

Nurse Thompson nodded. "Yes, it is. However, we still need to be cautious. The surgery is complex, and there are risks involved. But with your mother's current condition, we believe it's the best course of action."

I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. I looked down at my mother, still lying helplessly in the bed, and felt a surge of determination. I would be there for her, every step of the way.

"What's the next step?" I asked, looking up at Nurse Thompson.

"We'll be preparing your mother for surgery shortly," she replied. "Dr. Ryan will come in to explain everything in more detail, but I wanted to give you a heads up on the results."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Nurse Thompson. "Thank you for telling us. That means a lot to us."

Nurse Thompson smiled and nodded before turning to leave. "I'll let Dr. Ryan know you're ready to see him."

As the nurse left the room, I looked over at Mrs. Jenkins, who was smiling at me.

I smiled back, feeling a sense of hope that we hadn't felt in hours.

"Thank God! Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay" I said as I robbed my mom's hair.

As I smiled back at Mrs. Jenkins, feeling a sense of hope that we hadn't felt in hours, she nodded in agreement.

"Thank God, indeed," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't wait for your mother to wake up, Aries. I miss her."

Mrs. Jenkins' eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at my mother, still lying helplessly in the bed. She reached out and gently stroked my mother's hand, as if willing her to wake up.

"I miss her bright smile and her infectious laugh," Mrs Jenkins continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "I miss our conversations and our silly jokes. I just want her to be okay, Aries. I want her to come back to us."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew exactly what Mrs. Jenkins meant. I missed my mother too, more than words could express. I missed our talks and our giggles, our silly moments and our deep conversations. I just wanted her to wake up and be okay.

As we stood there, surrounded by the beeping machines and the sterile hospital air, I knew that we would get through this together.

"I know, Mrs. Jenkins," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I miss her too. But we'll get through this. We'll be strong for her, and we'll support her every step of the way."

Mrs Jenkins smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "That's right, Aries.

As I stood beside my mother's bed, still talking with Mrs. Jenkins, a group of medical professionals entered the room, including Dr. Ryan and Nurse Thompson.

They were accompanied by several other nurses, all of whom were dressed in identical light blue scrubs with white coats.

"Hello again, Aries," Dr. Ryan said, his voice warm and reassuring. "We're going to get started on your mother's surgery shortly. We'll do everything we can to ensure her safety and comfort."

Nurse Thompson nodded in agreement. "We'll be taking her down to the operating room soon. We just need to get her changed into a surgery gown first."

One of the nurses, a kind-faced woman with a gentle smile, stepped forward to help my mother change. She carefully lifted my mother's limp form and began to remove her hospital gown, replacing it with a bright blue surgery gown.

The gown was made of a thin, lightweight material, and it was designed to be easy to move around in. It had a simple tie at the back of the neck, and it was adorned with small, colourful patterns.

As the nurse finished changing my mother, I couldn't help but notice the clothing that the medical professionals were wearing.

Dr. Ryan and the nurses were all dressed in their light blue scrubs, which were topped with white coats to keep them clean and sterile.

The scrubs were made of a comfortable, breathable material, and they were designed to be easy to move around in.

They had multiple pockets for storing small items, such as pens and scissors, and they were adorned with the hospital's logo on the sleeve.

Nurse Thompson, who seemed to be in charge, was wearing a pair of soft, comfortable-looking shoes that were designed for long hours on her feet. She had a stethoscope around her neck, and a small clipboard in her hand.

I knew that the next few hours would be crucial, and I could only hope that everything would go smoothly.

"Is there anything else we can do for you, Aries?" Dr. Ryan asked, his voice kind and reassuring.

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "No, thank you," I managed to say. "Just please take care of my mom."

Dr. Ryan nodded, his expression serious. "We will," he promised.

As the medical team finished preparing my mother for surgery, they began to push her bed out of the room and towards the operating room.

I followed close behind, my heart racing with anticipation and worry. But as we approached the entrance to the operating room, I was instructed to stay back.

"I'm sorry, Aries," Nurse Thompson said gently. "You can't come in here. But don't worry, we'll take good care of your mom."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I watched as they pushed my mother's bed through the doors and into the operating room.

A few moments later, a red sign lit up above the door, indicating that the operation had begun.

I felt a surge of anxiety I realized that my mother was now in the hands of the doctors and nurses. I knew that I had to trust them, but it was hard to let go of the feeling of control.

I began to pace back and forth in the hallway, praying to God to guide the hands of the medical team. I knew that God was the only one who could truly help my mother now, and I begged Him to intervene.

"Please, God," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "Please help the doctors and nurses to do their job. Please heal my mother and bring her back to me."

As I walked, I repeated this prayer over and over, trying to focus on my faith and trust in God. I knew that He was the only one who could bring my mother through this difficult time.

I continued to pace and pray, my eyes fixed on the door to the operating room. I knew that the next few hours would be crucial, and I could only hope that everything would go smoothly