Forever together (2)

"Miguel, we didn't actually expect you to even wake up from the coma, with how much your brain is now compromised, you should be practically in a vegetative state. But how bizarre your disease is, following almost no logic, and because we don't have basis for comparisons because it is the first recorded in history, we cannot give 100% certainty about anything. Just by you being awake now, it means that we may be wrong again. But according to logic, you have no more than a few days. I'm sorry..."

Miguel shakes his head, and looks down a little to think. After a little reflection, I look back at Dr. Melo.

"Aunt Adriana, I don't think there are other miracles again. That old headache companion came back, and unlike before she scratched my brain 'lightly' with the tips of her fingers, now she seems to be very homesick, since she seems to be hugging me and rubbing hard while wearing a broken glass outfit. hehe. " Miguel says he wants to cut some of the depressive mood in the room.

His father shakes his head in disapproval and sits in the chair next to the bed, and the woman, too, disapproving of the joke, turns toward the living room door.

"Sigh... I'm going to get some morphine to ease your pain."

"Thanks."

"Punk, your sense of 'humor' is still terrible as always. Aren't you afraid of dying?" asks Dr. Souza as he sits on a 4-seat sofa in the corner of the room and crosses his arms.

"Sigh... It's not like acting worried would change anything ... When I was a kid and I was having those problems, I realized that my father and mother were hiding something very serious from me, related to my illness, and how they don't usually do this regardless of the problem, I assumed it was something related to death, since there's nothing more serious. Knowing this, I mentally prepare myself to die since I was 13. But although I'm waiting, I figured that I had already overcome this problem. I am quite surprised that it appeared out of nowhere again ... "leaning his head on the pillow and closing his eyes sad and in pain, Miguel replies.

"So you realized ... I'm not surprised. You matured too soon." his father replies, also lying on the chair for a while.

"Like father like son. In a situation like this, the two of you are there as if you were sunbathing. Many would be kicking everyone who appears in front, trying to put the blame on someone. Haha."

"After you and Aunt Adriana helped Dad with a great job at your company, even without knowing us well, with a health plan for the best hospital in the country just to help me, it would be stupid to even think about complaining."

"Yeah, if you complained about your aunt Adriana, I would probably kill you." in a sarcastic tone, says Dr.Souza.

"I would help." his father replies, also trying to alleviate the depressive mood a little.

"I actually have a complaint, you let this curse come at the very beginning of my vacation, couldn't you have at least waited for it to end?"

"Hahaha"

In a few minutes, with the three of them laughing in the room with jokes, the door opens, and Dr. Melo appears with a small box in her hand, a puzzled look, and a slight touch of anger.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" asks Dr. Melo as he enters the room and closes the door.

"Calm down dear, we are just ..." when he perceives a withering look from his wife, Dr. Souza, who used to smile, stops talking and slightly lowers his head.

"Aunt Adriana, we are just distracting ourselves a little ... It doesn't do much to be sad now." Miguel replies with a smile trying to help Dr. Souza.

"Sigh... You keep getting your dad and uncle off the hook with your questionable mood." Dr. Melo speaks as she walks towards the bed devices.

"From 1 to 10, 1 being comparable to hitting your little finger hard on a corner, what is the number of your headache?"

asks Dr. Melo.

"20." answers Miguel.

"I'm not kidding." with a slightly angry voice, says Dr. Melo.

"Auntie, I mean it. It sucks that way."

"And are you laughing?"

"I'm trying to ignore the pain while thinking about something else ... My normal headache on this scale was 5 to 7, but I was used to it and resistant to it, now it's 4 times worse." with a forced smile.

"I understood." responds Dr. Adriana shaking her head a little uneasily, and begins to administer the mofina.

"Punk, do you want something?" Dr. Souza says as he gets up from the couch, and starts to head towards the door.

"Actually, yes ... Can you bring me those documents to agree to be an organ donor? Since my blood type can donate to anyone else, I believe it is useful."

After listening, both his father, when Dr. Souza and Dr. Melo stopped what they were doing, while looking at him without showing any expression.

"What?" after noticing the looks, Miguel questions.

"Your tranquility when talking about the subject is frightening." responds Dr. Melo.

"As I just told Uncle Eduardo, I have been mentally preparing myself for the worst for a few years."

"Well, your punk. This is going to be done, but I didn't mean it. You have been taking care of your health during these years, with exercise, and eating those horrible sweet potato and eggs. I'm going to stop by some of the best restaurants around here, and order several of the best dishes for you to eat like a human being. What do you think? "

"Fine. Thank you, uncle."

"Good idea. I'm going to do a few things now and then bring the documents. If you need anything, or your pain gets worse, press the button on the side and I come running." says Dr. Melo after finishing administering the morphine, and starts to leave the room.

"Son, I'm going to call your mother and sister to you talk to them, but be careful with your games, especially with Gabriela ... You know how she is with you, and she is even more sensitive now."

"Got it, Dad, don't worry, I know. If possible, bring my smartphone later?"

"Your sister picked up it home yesterday, is with her. What do you want that for?"

"I'm going to pass on my debt of a few billion and everything else to Gabi. Inheritance or something. Bye dad, I love you."

"Haha, funny ... I love you too." responds his father rolling his eyes.

After everyone left the room, Miguel closed his eyes while massaging his temples due to the headache, while thinking.

'It seems that my curse is too strong, nor the blessing that the lil sis brought to the family after birth was able to cope forever. Haha. Right now that everything was going well. Its looks like this ... '

With tears running down his face, Miguel begins to redo the trajectory of his life, to see if any regrets remain. As a child he learned to be responsible quickly; He learn to deal with pain more than anyone; He learn to be responsible and organized with chores; He learn to be a great cook after so much practice; He learned to be a great employee after having experiences with various part-time jobs, and then settling in a great company while he was in college; He learn to be a great boyfriend after many mistakes and successes; He learn to be a great friend after cultivating several friendships; He learn to be a wonderful son after trying hard to help his parents in all difficulties; He learn to be a great brother after receiving an angel as a gift from heaven. He learned a lot of things...

While he remembers everything, he stay satisfied with the way it all happened, and he has no regrets, as he has always done his best.

In a few minutes, his mother and sister come into the room crying, while his sister runs directly to give him a hug.

"You promised that we will be together forever, don't leave me, brother." she says gabriela with tears streaming down her face, after separating from the hug, and looking Miguel in the eyes.

"No matter what happens, I will always be with you here." Miguel raises her hand and takes it to the middle of Gabriela's chest, where the heart is.

With a smile on her face as she points to her sister's heart, her tears flow without stopping, while she returns to hug, but this time giving a light headbutt to the chest.

"Don't start talking like that, you idiot ... Hic."