He sat in the crowed waiting room reading the newspaper. Though he really wasn't reading it, more or less just holding it in front of his face to make it seem like he was; there was too much on his mind then caring about who won last night game, or getting a laugh from that days funnies. Will she live? Is she going to be all right? Will I get to see her smiling face again? As he was thinking the tears started to swell up in his eyes. He folded the paper like he always does, first the hamburger fold then the hot dog fold. This is the way he did back when he was younger; he always folded his paper like this.
"Fredrick Grimes?" A lady nurse looking about thirty called for the man with the newspaper. Now this man was here not for himself, no, but he was here for his wife, Eva. Both were around the age of ninety, they lost track around seventy, when both of them were with each other, that was all that mattered in their eyes and their hearts. Though something happened at seventy that would make their lives harder, at seventy Eva started to develop Bone Cancer. Eva has had it for a while but it was more dormant in her youth. Also knew to check for it because she grew up in the early 1990's. There was almost no help for her.
Though at seventy she started to get the acks and pain, and both of them shrugged it off because they just thought she was getting old, like she was. Then when they found out, they were too late. She couldn't have the radioactivity or it would have killed her faster and more painful. Then for the surgery that was out of the picture. All that was left was for her death.
The lady took him to her room; A113. Room A113 usually had two beds in it but for Mrs. Grimes they took out the second bed and kept the room just for her. Looking into the room Fredrick saw daffodils on the table next to the bed. He sighed then smiled, thinking to himself, Daffodils, they were always her favorite. Someone must have brought them. With that Fredrick walked into the room and saw his wife. She looked so small in her hospital bed. Her hair once a light scarlet shade, though now it's the pale color of snow. Her face too, once held that movie star glow, but now it was pale and wrinkled. The only thing that hadn't changed was her piercing blue eyes. Fredrick always thought of them as little seas of blue. Though now her eyes were close, resting though soon that's all they will be doing.
Fredrick then knocked quietly on the door to let her know they were coming in. Her eyes didn't open but when he knocked her face looked like it just turned on.
"Thank You Miss, We'll be fine now."
"You're welcome Mister." With that the nurse left leaving Fredrick and Eva. He walked cautiously to the bed.
"You know my dear," she turned her head reviling her eyes, the only hopeful thing in the room; "You didn't have to wait in the waiting room. They know you, you could have just walked in." she said in this frail voice of hers that has been over used through the years.
"But my love," He started to respond with his strained voice that was old, and had so much wisdom hidden in the tone, "I didn't know if you would be ready of me, or here."
"Baby, I would fight in till I saw your smiling face." There Fredrick pulled back his lips and made a smile. "There it is." Then she smiled back.
"Though Ev, I don't get why you didn't get the surgery. That could have helped you."
"Freddy," she motioned her husband to come sit on her bed right next to her waist. He walked over and did as he was told. "Freddy, I've already told you that this is a sign saying that now my time is up."
"But I don't want you to go."
"Now I never took you for a selfish one. Also think about it, there are young kids that need that more than me. If I take it I would only like about ten year on my life. Think of all the children that could have gotten that surgery and live fifty or sixty more years because of it." Tears were drizzling down old Fredrick's face. She raised her hand to his face. She whipped away some tears with her thumb. "Also I know you don't want me to go. I've been in your life for seventy or eighty years. Ever since high school, remember? There're so many memories in that mind of yours that I will never be that far away."
Fredrick took his wife's hand and held on his cheek. "I know I do but I still want you, your warmth, your soothing touch, and your present still around."
"Like I said I'll never be that far away." With that Eva's eyes closed sealing off Fredrick's view of the sea. His eyes now pouring with tears, He took his wife's hand and kissed the palm uttering the words I Love You
Standing in the doorway was the same nurse from before, she was crying too, not because of a close love one dying but of the love that both Fredrick and Eva shared. When the other nurses came to take the body away she stopped them.
"This is the last time this man will ever see his wife. Give them some time." Then with a shrug, the people left to go take care of the other patients while our main nurse closed the door as she walked away from the widow and his wife.