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It really was her fault
The nurse came into the room and asked me to leave for a moment. I immediately said yes and escaped to the coffee shop. I spent all my day in that hospital with my grandfather, so I absolutely deserved a break. The place was really quiet, with only two or three costumers buying some coffee or donuts. They all looked tired, probably they had been in there for a long time, or maybe they were worried.
After no more than 10 minutes, I left the place and went back to the room. The nurse station was desert, and I could notice that someone was calling from the room next to my grandfather’s. The woman in that room was hit by a car. That’s all I knew about her.
The nurse alarm was still beeping, and I don’t know why in that moment it seemed a good idea to visit her and see if I could help her. When I knocked the door I heard a weak “come in”, and I saw the woman. She could barely keep her eyes open but always looking to the roof, like if she was praying. I tried to talk to her, and maybe offer my help, but her words were always the same. “It was my fault, time to take my medicine”.
After a few minutes, I realized that she was out of her mind so I gave up trying to help her and went back to my grandpa’s room. I didn’t really know what she meant about “her fault”, but maybe she felt guilty about the accident. I don’t know, maybe it was her fault, and now the driver must be in jail having a bad time. Who cares? It’s not my business.
In the moment I entered to the room, I started to hear those creepy claims from the next room, this time, louder. At first I ignored the crying woman, but the louder she cried, the harder it was to pretend that I wasn’t hearing. A moment after, I stop hesitating and went to the woman’s room. It was such an annoying sound that I wanted to shut it down as soon as possible, so I stood up and shut the door to get to the other room. I wanted to stop it quickly, so I rushed to get where the woman was, but then it happened. I accidentally disconnect the breathing machine’s cable with one of my feet. In that very moment, the yelling stopped and this beeping noise started to sound in a deathly way. A wave of possible consequences arrived to my head. What has just happened? Is she dead? That makes me a murderer. I was so scared that I barely remember what happened next. My first reaction was to go back to my grandpa’s room, where I felt safe. Then, one of the nurses entered to that room and claimed for a Doctor’s help. A few moments later, Dr. Marquez came running with two other nurses. I was in shock. My mind was just about to explode, I couldn’t handle that situation anymore. After that, all I remember is me watching the scene with my headphones on at the rhythm of Frank Sinatra. I didn’t wanted to listen to what was happening. I didn’t deserved to felt guilty. After all, she was the one doing that crazy noises. After all, it really was her fault.
