Even in death it is good to meet somebody

A day before starting classes, my nephew hurt his head accidentally with the tip of a loudspeaker. We arrive to the hospital and some minutes later the doctor got out of his surgery. “John!”, he said. It was my nephew's name. It meant it was his turn. It was not permitted to me to pass with him, so I had to stay in the waiting room.
I have not noticed there was a handsome guy next to me. Our looks found each other among others. The connection between our souls was evident. We took each other hands. I could feel his blood going through his veins. Soft and warm. What is he doing here? This is not a place for a guy like this? I thought. For a moment I felt I was not in a hospital. I felt as if I were barefoot on the grass. Peace...
My nephew came out of the surgery. It was time to go back home. During the time I met that guy there was not place for words; our looks said more than what you can say with thousand of them. More than a connection there was desire...there was passion...and it still.
I would have liked the story was that.
I remember the room was full. One of them had lost almost his jaw because a bullet went through his face. Another one had been hurt on his neck with a knife. To my right, a girl was crying because of an ache in her belly. Next to me my nephew, who had just hurt his head accidentally with the tip of a loudspeaker. And right after me, a mother. “could you take his hand for a moment please”, those were her words. “yes!”, said I.
The smell to oxide was driving me crazy. And the red color on the white floor went into my eyes as arrows on a hare. I got close to him and I took his hand. The stretcher was cold, but his hand was tepid to my touch despite the blood did not stop getting out of his body through that nine millimeters hole.
Our eyes looked at each other. I just could think of, how a young guy like that finishes in a hospital urgency's room? My nephew was being attending by the doctor on the next stretcher. The guy held my hand stronger, such as saying do not leave me please, do not leave me. The anguish was evident in his look. How those eyes could say so much to someone who looked at them for the first time?
Finally his mother arrived. “thank you”, said she. I went to the next stretcher. My nephew was ready to go home. “you can remove the stitches within five days”, said the doctor. That day, the strange guy's hand and mine come away. But I feel that presence still being close to me.

Johanna


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