Tale Weaver #22: Thanks for the Save


346439176_a144acc609Please Note that this is 100% fiction. Everything is made up and none of this is real.

“Cherish the things that has been given to you.” The strip of paper from the fortune cookie said. No kidding! Tossing the paper on the plate, I devoured the cookie. No one I’ve ever met understood why I like fortune cookie so much. Just like the taste, I guess.

***

With my purse hanging from my elbow and a pile of mail in my hand, I trudged up three flights of stairs to my apartment. At the landing of the third floor, I clutched the stair railing, completely out of breath. I closed my eyes and inhaled and exhaled. Breathe in, breathe out, I reminded myself.

My heart and lungs are failing, according to my doctor, and there’s no transplant available because I can’t have a transplant with a failing heart. “Not long,” that’s what he had told me when I asked how long I have left.

***

Three months ago, I thought I had a heart attack but it turned out to be an asthma attack. I didn’t even know I had asthma. My family’s riddled with problems but asthma wasn’t one of them.

At the ER, all sorts of tests were performed and more problems surfaced. My heart was failing as well. My doctor wouldn’t recommend me to do the transplant. “Too dangerous,” he said.

***

At last, I got my breath back. I proceeded down the hall and shoved the key into my apartment’s keyhole and opened the door. “Cherish the things that has been given to you.” I scoffed. “Look at what’s been given to me. Failure organs and bills, bills, bills.” That’s all I get in the mail these days.

Without opening anything, I went to the answering machine and pressed play. “Hey, Syd, are we still on tonight? I can come over if you like. We can make something together. Yeah, just give me a call.” I groaned. It’s my boyfriend, Dylan, who I almost completely forgot.

I picked up the phone and dialed Dylan’s number. He answered on the second ring. “Hey, Sydney, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“So are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah, sure. Can you come over though?”

“Y-yeah, sure.”

“Alright, well, see you in two hours.” He said the same and we hung up.

At a quarter to five, I began preparing dinner. I pulled an onion, a bunch of lettuce, and a few other items from the fridge and laid them on the counter. Then I squatted to retrieve the spices from the cupboard below. As I stood up, I felt a sharp pain shooting up my chest and I felt like my breath was caught in my throat. I gasped for breath. That definitely isn’t a good sign. My body felt paralyzed as pain shot through every nerve and my head hit the floor.

***

Beeping was all I could hear. Annoying beeping. Does this mean I’m alive? I opened my eyes and discovered I was in a hospital room. “Oh my god, Sydney, You’re awake.” Dylan immediately ran to my side and grabbed my hand.

“What happened?”

“You had a mild heart attack but you’ll be fine. The doctor did an emergency surgery. Thank god I got there early. You know how superstitious I get sometimes but I was right because if I had arrived on-time…”

I squeezed his hand to stop him from his rambles. As much as I hate to admit it,  I think the last cookie had a point. I have to cherish the things that’s been given to me like my remaining days on earth and the fact that I’ve got a great superstitious boyfriend who saved me and maybe I’ve been given defected organs for a reason. Maybe my mission in life is elsewhere.

I gazed up at Dylan and softly whispered. “Thank you for saving me.”

A response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Tale Weaver.

6 thoughts on “Tale Weaver #22: Thanks for the Save

  1. Beautiful, with a wonderful ending. The character’s thoughts are interesting; I liked the back and forth between present and possible future.
    Thanks so much for participating. Hope you do so again. Next week?

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      1. I don’t know what my Tale Weaver partner, Summerstommy2, has in mind, but his prompts are always challenging, intriguing, and fun. (We take turns writing the prompts — just in case you didn’t already know.
        Thanks again for your participation!

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