Despertar
El marcapasos marchaba lento y constante. Su sonido me irritaba, sentía que llevaba mucho tiempo oyéndolo y estaba decidida a hacer que se detuviera. Inspiré fuerte para llenar mis pulmones de aire y pude reconocer algunos olores. Creo que era desinfectante y anestesia. Abrí los ojos con algo de dificultad. Me pesaban de sobremanera y el color de las paredes no ayudaba mucho. Parpadeé un par de veces para acostumbrar la vista. Todo a mi alrededor era blanco, lucía demasiado limpio y pulcro para mi gusto.
had a pair of paintings hanging on the wall to the right. I recognized immediately that he had painted my mom, only she can combine colors that way. I never was good that I had to find meaning to the paintings or find the sentiment embodied, perhaps was not born to see this kind of art, which is not much to my mother proud.
visualized some pictures with pictures, but I could not distinguish people in them were too far and my eyes did not help much. To the left of my bed was a very modern gray sofa installed just below the window matched the curtains, as well as the carpet. Judging by the type of place, it was not my room. I looked
pacemaker and followed their cables. Some went to a place that my view was not enough, while a thinner was connected with a small clamp was placed on my index finger. Just then I felt the weight in my hand. Locate a transparent cable was attached to my arm with a needle. This went beyond a pinkish liquid coming from a bag hanging on a rack next to the pacemaker.
was clear that I was in a hospital and that something had happened, but did not cover why. We instinctively moved his legs, which fortunately responded to my order. I put my hands to the face and saw that everything was in place but still had my voice.
- My name is Violeta -. Was low and thick. I felt stupid talking to myself, and wished I had not, but could rule out that possibility. I sighed.
I looked through the window. It was clear, perhaps it was morning or afternoon, I could not decide because the sky is not defined. He was gray to blue, but surely the clouds darken and the city would win.
Suddenly opened the door. I turned my head so fast that the room spun around me, but I recovered immediately. It was my mother, or possibly what remained of it. He looked so different. He wore a blue sweater almost 2 sizes bigger than her slim body, a pair of jeans worn and stained with paint. His brown hair looked frizzy and more opaque than ever, in addition to him so long that reached to his waist. His face was haggard and emaciated. Usually my mother was smiling, wearing colors furious, to prove there was life in it, your energy flooded the rooms to enter, but this time it was so different, she looked so ... gray, I could almost see a dark cloud over his head.
went in without looking at me, walked to the couch with lethargy and dropped it.
- Mom? - Asked cautiously.
His eyes opened abruptly widened. He straightened up quickly and ran to my side.
- Violeta!, My Violet finally I can not believe it - her tears wet my face as he kissed me - I missed my love so much your voice at me, paused a moment and gave me his best smile. I smiled back and she rushed to hug me as hard as he could.
- Mom what happened? Why am I here? - Millions of questions came into my head that I could not decide where to start. He turned from me and looked at me sadly.
- Daughter Do not you remember anything?, Of course not, if the blow was too strong, but you know who I am? You know what's your name? Who is your family? Remember your life? -. As his voice asking the questions became more shrill, and I spread his fear and anxiety.
- Of course I know who you are, you just called mom right? - Put eyes in a gesture of mockery - but on second thought, do not look like I remember what happened to you?, lights like a zombie movie out of a low-budget horror, "I said, smiling ironically.
- Yes, you're right that I'm stupid! - Said with a laugh - ... is that I no more than emotion. Began tears in his eyes and in large quantities. He came and took my face in his hands.
- I'm not going to wake up my love.
I felt as if a jet of cold water falling on my head. Wake up? In what he meant by that.
tried to sit, but his arms me stopped. I struggled a bit and I hit my goal so I had no choice but to help and arrange the pillows.
- What do you mean, "thought he would not wake up? - Use your fingers to emphasize the phrase, but it took him seriously enough with the gripper on the finger.
slowly sat down on the bed and took my hand. His passivity drove me crazy, doubt was killing me. Took a deep breath and said without preamble.
- Violet, you were in a coma for almost 2 years.
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