The Hospital

Two men, both truly not well, possessed the same doctor’s facility room. One man was permitted to sit up in his bed for 60 minutes every evening to empty the liquid out of his lungs. His bed was alongside the room’s lone window. The other man needed to invest all his energy level on his back. The men talked for a considerable length of time. They discussed their spouses and families, their homes, their occupations, their contribution in the military administration, where they had been in the midst of some recreation.

Also, every evening when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would breathe easy by portraying to his flat mate every one of the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed started to live for those one-hour time frames where his reality would be expanded and charged by all the action and shade of the world outside.

The window neglected a recreation center with a beautiful lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while youngsters cruised their model pontoons. Youthful significant others strolled affectionately intertwined in the midst of blossoms of each shade of the rainbow. Fantastic old trees graced the scene, and a fine perspective of the city horizon could be found out yonder.

As the man by the window depicted this in lovely detail, the man on the opposite side of the room would close his eyes and envision the beautiful scene.

One warm evening the man by the window depicted a parade cruising by. Despite the fact that the other man couldn’t hear the band — he could see it in his inner consciousness’ as the noble man by the window depicted it with distinct words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day attendant touched base to convey water for their showers just to locate the dormant body of the man by the window, who had passed on gently in his rest. She was disheartened and called the healing center specialists to take the body away. When it appeared to be proper, the other man inquired as to whether he could be moved alongside the window. The medical caretaker was glad to do the switch, and subsequent to ensuring he was agreeable, she allowed him to sit unbothered. Gradually, agonizingly, he propped himself up on one elbow to investigate the world outside. At long last, he would have the delight of seeing it for himself. He strained to gradually swing to watch out the window adjacent to the bed.

It confronted a clear divider. The man asked the attendant what could have constrained his expired flat mate who had depicted such great things outside this window. The medical caretaker reacted that the man was visually impaired and couldn’t see the divider. She said, “Maybe he simply needed to empower you.”

Published by Henrietta Watson

Hello my name is Henrietta Watson. I am a mother of a 29 year old daughter and a 22 year old son. I also have a 4 year old granddaughter and a 3 year old granddaughter.I am a Security Officer. I also write short stories, blogs and poems. I like cooking,grilling,fishing,skating,playing billiards,going out to eat and going to see movies.

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