NY. 08/02/2012. 07:48.
Karine was sitting on the dining table, absentmindedly twirling her spoon in her coffee mug. She was stunning. Around 5"8", shoulder length blonde hair tied up in a bun, thin eyebrows and clear blue eyes. Soon 36 years old but nobody in their right mind would guess her age to be over thirty. She was wearing a black jacket and knee length black skirt.
Despite her stern dress up an aura of melancholia was permeating the room. Karine was looking at a framed picture. Two thirty year old gorgeous women, one blonde, the other with jet black hair, were hugging a ten year old blond boy.
One of the women was naturally Karine and the young boy was Nathaniel. Karine was remembering when the picture was taken with a sad smile in the couch of their old apartment. Nathaniel daringly took a bet with her. If he could learn to talk and write in french, her maternal language, in two weeks he could have violin lessons. Amused she had accepted, pleased to see him interested by his heritage. One week later, he talked to her in french when she came back from work. The most astonishing thing was that his accent was nearly perfect, better than even hers.
When she asked him bewildered how he learned and who taught him, he just gave a silly smile and did not respond. Now she did not know why she was so surprised. He had always been smart, smarter than any boy his age. They were even discussing at the time to move him up a grade or hire a private tutor. But they did not have the means at the time to do that. With the inborn instincts of a mother she always knew that her son was the most handsome and smartest boy on the planet.
Looking at the picture and his cute smile a pang of sadness gripped her heart. She would give everything, do everything, to see him smile again. Her eyes were watering but when they started to flow, arms appeared around her and someone hugged her from behind.
"Hi love." Said a captivating voice before kissing her cheek.
"Mary" Responded Karine in an affectionate voice, turning around.
Mary was a stunning 34 years old woman. 5"9", striking black long hair and luscious lips. She was wearing a blue business dress which put her form in full display while remaining stark. Seeing her wife tearing up she knew immediately what she was thinking. Turning her head she took a look at the picture on the table.
"I think about him too you know, every single day…" Said Mary while hugging her wife.
"Do you think he… he will ever wake up?"
"Of course, he will." Said her wife, caressing her hair.
"I had a strange dream last night, I saw him... " Karine began to say before being interrupted by the ringing of her phone.
Disentangling herself from Mary, she retrieved her phone from the table and totally froze when she read the caller ID. 'Why are they calling me? They never did before. Did something happen to him?' She thought worriedly while her heart started beating erratically.
"Hello?"
"Mrs Lindon?"
"Yes, speaking"
"This is Doctor Cobert form the Presbyterian Hospital. We met a few times, I'm the doctor in charge of your son."
"Yes doctor, I remember you. What is going on? Is our son alright?" She said rapidly in an anxious voice. Turning she saw that the expression on Mary's face was fraught with worry.
"Yes, he is fine don't worry. Better than fine in fact, around 01:00 AM last night, he came back."
"WHAT?" She almost screamed on the phone.
"Nathaniel has woken up. I was there, he even talked which is unprecedented after a long term coma."
That was it for Karine and she burst into tears. Feeling a soft hand on her shoulder she locked eyes with her wife.
"Our baby is back, he came back." She said as she watched the expression on Mary's face turning into joy, tears flowing down her cheeks, ruining her makeup in the process. But it did not matter at that moment. Her baby was back!
"Why are you informing us only now if that happened several hours ago?" Karine asked angrily, her emotions in a complete mess.
"We needed to perform some tests. It's not uncommon for patients from coma to open their eyes or move a little. But there is a strong cerebral activity in Nathaniel's brain and he has truly come back. This is a miracle."
"Sorry doctor, I am still in shock. We are coming to the hospital right away." Said Karine, apologizing.
"That's not advisable Mrs Lyndon, It's ordinary for patient who come out of coma to be irascible, prone to anger and behaving erratically."
"Our son is not like that. And that was not a question doctor, we are coming. We will see you in fifteen minutes." Answered Karine in a voice that broke no argument before hanging up.
NY. 08/02/2012. 07:48.
Karine was sitting on the dining table, absentmindedly twirling her spoon in her coffee mug. She was stunning. Around 5"8", shoulder length blonde hair tied up in a bun, thin eyebrows and clear blue eyes. Soon 36 years old but nobody in their right mind would guess her age to be over thirty. She was wearing a black jacket and knee length black skirt.
Despite her stern dress up an aura of melancholia was permeating the room. Karine was looking at a framed picture. Two thirty year old gorgeous women, one blonde, the other with jet black hair, were hugging a ten year old blond boy.
One of the women was naturally Karine and the young boy was Nathaniel. Karine was remembering when the picture was taken with a sad smile in the couch of their old apartment. Nathaniel daringly took a bet with her. If he could learn to talk and write in french, her maternal language, in two weeks he could have violin lessons. Amused she had accepted, pleased to see him interested by his heritage. One week later, he talked to her in french when she came back from work. The most astonishing thing was that his accent was nearly perfect, better than even hers.
When she asked him bewildered how he learned and who taught him, he just gave a silly smile and did not respond. Now she did not know why she was so surprised. He had always been smart, smarter than any boy his age. They were even discussing at the time to move him up a grade or hire a private tutor. But they did not have the means at the time to do that. With the inborn instincts of a mother she always knew that her son was the most handsome and smartest boy on the planet.
Looking at the picture and his cute smile a pang of sadness gripped her heart. She would give everything, do everything, to see him smile again. Her eyes were watering but when they started to flow, arms appeared around her and someone hugged her from behind.
"Hi love." Said a captivating voice before kissing her cheek.
"Mary" Responded Karine in an affectionate voice, turning around.
Mary was a stunning 34 years old woman. 5"9", striking black long hair and luscious lips. She was wearing a blue business dress which put her form in full display while remaining stark. Seeing her wife tearing up she knew immediately what she was thinking. Turning her head she took a look at the picture on the table.
"I think about him too you know, every single day…" Said Mary while hugging her wife.
"Do you think he… he will ever wake up?"
"Of course, he will." Said her wife, caressing her hair.
"I had a strange dream last night, I saw him... " Karine began to say before being interrupted by the ringing of her phone.
Disentangling herself from Mary, she retrieved her phone from the table and totally froze when she read the caller ID. 'Why are they calling me? They never did before. Did something happen to him?' She thought worriedly while her heart started beating erratically.
"Hello?"
"Mrs Lindon?"
"Yes, speaking"
"This is Doctor Cobert form the Presbyterian Hospital. We met a few times, I'm the doctor in charge of your son."
"Yes doctor, I remember you. What is going on? Is our son alright?" She said rapidly in an anxious voice. Turning she saw that the expression on Mary's face was fraught with worry.
"Yes, he is fine don't worry. Better than fine in fact, around 01:00 AM last night, he came back."
"WHAT?" She almost screamed on the phone.
"Nathaniel has woken up. I was there, he even talked which is unprecedented after a long term coma."
That was it for Karine and she burst into tears. Feeling a soft hand on her shoulder she locked eyes with her wife.
"Our baby is back, he came back." She said as she watched the expression on Mary's face turning into joy, tears flowing down her cheeks, ruining her makeup in the process. But it did not matter at that moment. Her baby was back!
"Why are you informing us only now if that happened several hours ago?" Karine asked angrily, her emotions in a complete mess.
"We needed to perform some tests. It's not uncommon for patients from coma to open their eyes or move a little. But there is a strong cerebral activity in Nathaniel's brain and he has truly come back. This is a miracle."
"Sorry doctor, I am still in shock. We are coming to the hospital right away." Said Karine, apologizing.
"That's not advisable Mrs Lyndon, It's ordinary for patient who come out of coma to be irascible, prone to anger and behaving erratically."
"Our son is not like that. And that was not a question doctor, we are coming. We will see you in fifteen minutes." Answered Karine in a voice that broke no argument before hanging up.
