San Fransisco (Chapter 4)

I looked around. The nurses, AND the doctors stared at me. I saw a hospital room, and everything that usually goes on in a hospital. But no Jonny. No Jonny? "Really, he was here." I looked out the door, hoping they were pulling my leg and he just went to get a cup of coffee. "He was! I saw him! My Jonny!" And they stared some more. "Jill...he wasn't. No one by that name was here. Only Nurse Kim was there.1

Nurse Kilan nodded at this. It wasn't a dream, though. I know it wasn't. So, how? Right then, a scrawny guy came rushing in, looking flustered, and asked, "You said the name was Jonny Enterprise?" I nod and get real excited. I knew it; I knew he had come! "We checked him in last night. It was horrible, actually. At one point we thought we had lost him...but he's stable now."2

Oh, god. That's not what I meant. The doctors looked at me, and I looked at them. "M-may I?" I ask. They nod. As Nurse Kilan wheels me over to the ICU, I have to swallow my stomache several times. I didn't wan't to cry, not right then. I had to see him first. To see...to see if he would forgive me. My tears did not matter if that forgiveness did not come. Some came anyway. Nurse Kilan left me at the door, with some of the greatest wisdom I've ever heard, I guess you could say. "Go in there, Jill. Go in there, and tell him all about your healthy baby named Jonny. All because of his blood. HIS blood. Make sure you tell him that. His blood. We took it from him."3

I rolled myself in, leaving her outside, to find myself in tears. He was not awake, but I still poured my heart out to him. How horrible I felt that day when I had to leave, why I couldn't tell him, and I did tell him about the baby. I also told him how much I missed him and loved him. Could he please forgive me?"4

He was in horrible shape, but I couldn't help but look at him. I sat there, next to him, for about an hour, just staring and talking. Talking to a lifeless body. That was what he basically was. But I still talked. I had too. Eventually, when I was getting ready to leave, I noticed that he was moving his left hand. I grabbed it and leaned in closer. "Jonny?" And he whispered to me, "That's why I came to San Fransisco. To remember you-I never stopped loving you, and I never will."