Monday, October 10, 2016
Downtown on a crowded street his cellular telephone rings.
"Hello." He uses a finger in the other ear to try to block what he can of the street noise.
"Yes, it's me," he says.
The female voice says, "she's her sister." He remembers the sister.
Sister sobs. "She was in a car accident."
"What?" He asks.
"The other car ran a red light, hit where she was sitting; she had a seatbelt on but it still did no good. She got the worst but her husband didn't," she says.
"Is she dead?" He asks.
"No but she is in a coma. We can't get her out of it but the doctor says maybe if she heard a familiar voice that might help her out of it. I tried, my mother tried, even her husband but she is still in the coma; I thought maybe you might be able to," she says.
"What hospital?" He asks.
On the subway train he recalls that it was twelve months after they walked away from each other that they saw each other on a subway platform.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he said.
"What are you doing now a days?" She asked.
"I'm still a writer for the magazine," he said.
"I'm still a para-legal," she said.
"That's good," he said.
"Yes it is and good for you too," she said.
She moves her shoulder bag to rearrange it. He saw her wedding ring.
"I see that you're married," he said.
"Yes, three months ago," she said. She peeked up the track. "It's coming."
"May I ask you something?" He asked.
"It was the last six months of our relationship," she said.
"Why him?" He asked.
"It was love at first sight for us," she said
He looked away from her so she would not see him fighting back tears.
"Are you dating?" She asked.
"No," he said.
"You should so you can have your love at first sight," she said.
"I already did, I heard that it comes once in a lifetime," he said.
The train rumble to a stop. She stepped onto a car; he did not. They waved goodbye to each other.
Her sister meets him the corridor, walk with him to the room.
"I want to thank you," her husband says. He does not reply.
He looks at her; she seems to be asleep with medicine tubes, wires attached to a medical machine. He sits on the side of the bed then lie prone beside her. He leans close to her ear then wiggles her nose, at the same time whispers, "wake up sleepy head." Her eyelids flutters then open wide; she blinks, looks at him, smiles. Doctor, nurse, sister and husband crowd him off the bed, away from her. He and her exchange a glance then he walks out of the room.