The Angel says that I am the best thing in his life. I have serious doubts in moments like going to the bathroom at 3 a.m. and finding the Angel there crying from exhaustion yet unable to sleep, retreating to the farthest point of out house to avoid waking me up, and just crying because that was the only thing he could do.
And I never realized he was not on my side. I never realized he was somewhere else, exhausted, crying, needing me, needing me help, and I was not there for him.
I got him in my arms and carried him back to our bed. He was so weak, so worn, so tired, I am not even sure he realized I was there. I laid him on his side, popped his head up with his pillows and gave him his tiger, gave him a kiss, reached under his shirt, caressed and massaged his back, while watching his hands….
His arms and hands over the deep blue satin sheets looked so unbelievably white. His skin was so thin I could see every single capillary under it. His nails and lips were getting bluer by the second. He had stopped crying-he was starting to fall asleep. I got him his Oxygen, the electric blanket and kept caressing his back. Soon he fell asleep. It was around 4 a.m.
This morning I did not have the determination to wake him up. I also knew it would have been a hard job to get him out of bed and ready for the doctor's appointment. I woke him up just enough to get to the car and to the hospital bed. He woke up there after receiving enough blood to keep him going for a while. His first words? "Sorry for causing so much trouble."
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