Valentine

Walking out of the cake shop, Mary smiled as she glanced at the colourful cylindrical cardboard box she was holding; inside, sat a beautifully cake that she had specifically designed over the internet dedicated to her husband on Valentine’s day next week.

On the road adjacent to Mary, a dark blue Mazda was speeding its way down the road, avoiding the vehicles on the way. The tyres screeched as it swerved to the left at the corner and continued to accelerate.

Mary halted in front of the road and watched the cars pass, waited until it was deserted, then crossed the road. What she didn’t take notice of was the blue Mazda a hundred metres or so at an incredibly fast speed approaching her. As she crossed the road, she heard the angry rumbling noise of the car engine metres away from her. She froze in place and screamed.
Her scream had brought the drunk driver out of his unconscious mind and he made an attempt to brake the car, but it was too late.
Its momentum had sent Mary back into the air and onto her back. The cake flew away from her grasp and was completely destroyed landing on the concrete nearby.
The driver did not choose to claim his responsibility to at least help her but instead, he reversed his car and fled away.

Sitting on a violet cushion by a table near the window, Alex raised his cup of coffee and took a sip in delight at the sudden burst of energy the Cappuccino had provided him over his exhaustion.
He could hear the faint jazz music coming out from the band in the far end whilst the audience cheered and laughed in the background. Outside, the sunny day was blurred by droplets of rain that started to drum softly on the window pane.
There was a familiar ringtone coming from an object vibrating on the table. Alex picked up his phone and answered,
‘Hello?’
‘Are you the husband of Mary Jackson?’
‘Yes, what about my wife?’
‘I am sorry sir to inform you that your wife was hit by a car. She was sent to our hospital moments ago and her condition is now temporarily stabilised. She will be undergoing a diagnosis soon to determine her injuries. Our hospital is located in Boxhill, the 8th of Flour Street. Best of luck to your wife sir.’
Alex gasped and dropped his cup of Coffee, spilling it onto the floor.
He dropped a few gold coins on the table and rushed out of the bar to where his car was, and drove to the hospital.

At the sight of a tall white building with a Red Cross on it, Alex immediately knew that that was the hospital. He parked his car and leaped up the stairs three steps at a time and crashed through the door.
Inside the hospital, Alex felt the chill of cool air from the air conditioners nearby that had also brought along a smell of antiseptics. Walking towards the end of the hallway, a middle-aged man with a pair of smart-looking square glasses in a white vest stood behind the receptionist’s desk, who greeted at the sight of Alex. It did not take Alex long to inquire the location of his wife.

After dodging through a busy traffic of patients on wheelchairs and hospital beds, he came to a halt in front of room T17. Alex gently pushed open the door and saw three doctors surrounding a hospital bed with a heart monitor next to it beeping consistently. The doctors seemed to be in a deep discussion, then one of them finally noticed his presence and waved him out.
Outside, the doctor pulled off his gloves and spoke,
‘Well I believe you are the husband of Mary Jackson,’
Alex only nodded in tears,
‘She was involved in a car crash that has unfortunately severed your wife’s abdomen and damaged both of her kidneys, has resulted in kidney failure. A kidney transplant is required in order to save your wife’s life.’ the doctor handed Alex a contract form,
‘The sooner the better. Whilst we search for a donor, you can have a read through this contract, and give it in along with your payment as soon as possible.’
‘Thank you very much!’ that was all Alex could say.
‘Good luck to your wife!’
The doctor turned away and walked back into T17.

Alex sat silently in his car, staring into the night-sky through the glass pane of his sunroof. The chill of the night air was cold. There were numerous stars strikingly bright in the distance, each of them glistened in their own unique way. Hope, he thought. He turned on the ignition of the car and headed for home.

On the second night, Alex brought the signed form along with the payment to the reception. Then he gently pushed the door of T17 and saw his wife on the hospital bed with several long, thin tubes attached to her arm that connected to a container hanging down a stand. Despite of the oxygen mask that had nearly concealed her entire face, Alex could still see Mary’s pair of crystal blue innocent eyes staring at him in delight and could picture her grin from beneath. Pulling a chair from the other end of the room to Mary’s bed, Alex sat beside her and held her hand whilst telling her how much he loves her and holiday plans after she had recovered to cheer her up. As the night slowly passed, Alex uncontrollably slumped back and fell into sleep.

On the third day, the doctors and Alex were getting impatient and anxious because no donor had turned up yet to Mary’s aid. Mary’s conditions were worsened and weakened her as she could no longer grasp back Alex’s hand and her heartbeats were slowed.

On the fourth day, Alex had bravely decided to donate one of his kidneys to save his dear lovely wife. He knew it was her only chance of surviving, and he could not let her go. He told doctors of his decision and after going through a scan, his kidney was fortunately able to match the requirements for it to function well inside Mary’s feeble body.
They had set to an agreement for the surgery to be performed the next day to in order to provide sufficient time for both Alex and the surgeons to prepare, which the kidney transplantation would follow up and be transplanted into Mary to stabilise her condition and to start recovering.

On the fifth day, as arranged, the surgery began in the afternoon.
Alex laid on the surgery bed as instructed. Staring at the lights that were angled over his body whilst the surgeons pulled over an oxygen mask and gave him a dose of anaesthetic, he fell into thoughts of how the surgeons would slice his abdomen and how they would take his kidney out and put it into his wife’s body, and had unconsciously fallen into sleep.

The surgery was successful and the Doctors assured Alex that Mary was recovering well and that at this rate, she was expected to be recovered by next week with much rest. Meanwhile, Alex planned a surprise for her.

On the day Mary walked out of the hospital, Alex gave his thanks to the doctors and drove her straight to their apartment, where he blindfolded Mary and made her sit on the sofa whilst he cooked for the very first time from a cookbook dishes he knew Mary would like. When the daylight fades out, he switched off all the lights, lighted the candles and helped Mary to the dining room then took the cloth off her eyes.

In the dark, Mary saw the most beautiful candles lit that brightened the table full of dishes such as: a roasted chicken that sat on the centre of the table in a beautiful golden brown texture, a plate of spaghetti in a rich mixture of sauce, a large bowl of pumpkin soup and many other delicacies that seemed like a surplus even for two of them.
‘But Alex…’ Her complaint was immediately rejected by a finger from Alex,
‘Shhhhhh, this is all dedicated to you my love, just enjoy your meal.’
When dinner was over, Alex held Mary’s arm and together they walked upstairs towards the apartment roof, when Alex blindfolded Mary once more.

Whilst Mary waited in patience, Alex walked towards a light switch and switched it on, then removed the cloth from Mary’s eyes.
Standing without the cloth, tears of happiness flowed down Mary’s jaw as she stared in awe, the whole roof was covered with neon lights that resembled the words of ‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’
Her memories were suddenly recalled from the car accident where she suddenly realised she lost the cake.
The look of worry from her face was easily interpreted by Alex, who knew what she needed,
‘Don’t worry my wife, just enjoy,’ he assured her as he gestured towards a picnic mat on the floor nearby, where two wine glasses stood with a bottle of wine.

‘Happy Valentines my dear!’ In the distance, fireworks were shot into the air and splayed into a dance of colours that illuminated the starry night sky, represented Alex’s hope and love for Mary.

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