“Andrew?” I called in disbelief.
He looked so thin and pale and had his chin covered with stubble.
Apart from that, there were bruises on his face and neck.
I tapped him but there was no response.
He remained unconscious.
The worst part was, I wasn’t with my phone making calling an ambulance impossible at the moment.
An old lady came out from a nearby house that moment with a watering can to water the flowers in front of her house.
“Ma’am,” I called out.
The old lady slowly turned around to look towards my direction, with a questioning look.
“Please I need your help, can you please help me to call an ambulance, I don’t have my phone on me.” I requested, beads of sweat already forming on my forehead.
The old woman got ahold of the situation quickly and hurried into her house as fast as her weak legs could carry her to get her phone.
Tears glided freely down my cheeks as the doctor’s words echoed in my ears over and over.
Andrew had nasopharyngeal cancer and didn’t have much time left to live. That explained the change in attitude and the reason why he broke up with me.
He knew I would be hurt.
I wasn’t allowed to see him until the following morning when I had to leave very early to prepare for work.
I wasn’t myself throughout that day at work and I cried at every little thing.
I cried when my drawer got stuck and refused to open, also when my pen slipped from my hand and others I couldn’t remember.
After the last work assigned to me that day, immediately after I finished reporting to my boss, I dashed to the elevator.
When I got to the hospital, I found out he left the hospital just some minutes before I arrived there and upon hearing that, I quickly took out my phone to call him.
“Hello,” I said when the call was picked on the third ring, but there was no response from him.
“Andrew are you there?”
“Okay, where are you?” I asked.
“Just somewhere.” He said after some time.
“Where exactly?” I wanted to know so badly.
“I can’t tell you hazel. Bye.”
“Wait Andrew! Andrew! Andrew,please…”
But he already hung up.
I rushed over to my car, got in and drove away from the hospital.
The very place I drove to was his place and the moment I stepped out of my car, he also stepped out of his house dragging a traveling bag behind him.
“Hazel, I told you not to…” I didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying but instead ran over to where he was, engulfing him immediately in a tight hug once I reached him.
I have really missed him and I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt something warm gliding down my cheeks.
“I’ve missed you.” I said in between tears almost wailing, or maybe I was wailing already.
I felt his body tense up at my words. He tried pushing me away but that made me wrap my arms even more tightly round him.
“Hazel, let go.” He requested, his tone between soft and harsh.
“I don’t want to.” I shook my head stubbornly.
He tried to push me away again, but I didn’t yield.
When he saw I wasn’t going to let go easily, his arms slowly wrapped round me as well.
“Where did you get the bruises on your face?” I asked.