To those who are forgiven and forgotten Part 2

Why is he now hesitating?



Wasnt he so hot to see just now?



And now that he knew where she was, why is he hesitating?



Why is he hesitating to open the door to the ward now?



Why?



Didnt he came here so he can finally break up with her officially and end everything?



Didnt he came here to rub in her face that he'll never fall victim to her 'Help me' schemes?



That he's over with her, that he doesnt want to see her anymore?



That's why he's here right? To end everything.



And since that's his only reason, and since he knew her and her "help me schemes' so well, coming to the Hopital like this didnt bother him.



If that's the case, then why is he hesitating to enter the ICU ward now?



Why?



He stood silent staring at the opaque glass windows of the ICU door. He could hear the persistent beeping of monitors from inside. He could just imagine her limp body hooked to all kind of monitors and breathing from a breathing mask. But then again, knowing her, this must be one of those stunts she's so good with.



He forced a laugh, as he pushed the intercom button. "Yes?" A deep voice echoed from the intercom.



"Yes, I'm here to visit Room 207 please."



"And you are?"



"Her Ex-fiance." He felt a thick lump in his throat as the word 'ex-fiance' came out from his mouth. Yeah, I'm her ex now. Cuz, I'm ending this thing between us. I'm done with this crap you're playing with me.


"Ok now, you may come in."

A dull click came from the ICU door and he pushed it open with a swing. If the scent of chemical fumes was heavy outside the ICU, here it was twice heavier. The loud beeping monitors and the sound of the the ventilators echoed within empty hallway. He wore a mocking smile as he greeted the nurses on the ICU front desk who returned his smile hesitantly.

What's why the grim smile? He though. These nurses must be with her too.

He kept the mocking smile on as he made his way towarrds her room, nonchalantly. And as he entered the line of rooms for the ICU patients and was able to get a quick peek inside, he felt his heart pound hard again.

Patients lay limp on their beds, with numerous tubes hanging beside their limp form, connected to bags of IV fluids.. Some had tubes connected to their throat for them to breath, some had breathing mask on. A monitor hanging from the corner side of the patients' bed contiously flashes numbers of different colors. For one particular patient, his monitor doesnt flash a number anymore, and his IV pole was free of IV bags. He doesnt have a Ventilator, or a breathing mask on, but the man was still breathing raggedly. As if he was desperate for air and couldnt breath by himself. He stopped by and took a quick peek inside.

The man's eyes were covered by a thin film and they seemed void of life. HIs mouth hung open, and you could see his tongue and oral mucosa dry. His breath smells and his skin looks so poor. One of his thin hand lay limp by the bed and on his wrist were numerous bands. One of those bands caught his attention. A ceratin Blue band with large bold letter written on it.

DNR. Short for Do not Resuscitate. 'It means that in the event the patient's condition had gotten worst or terminal, no advance procedure should be done. That he/ she would be left to die of naturally on his bed.'

"Obviously this isnt her room." He was saved from the shock by the familiar stern voice.

He choked back the heavy surge of emotions back as he turned to face her sister. "I know, I was just--"

"I'm not asking."

"Ah, yeah."

"Her room is next to this one."

"Yes. Thanks." He took his hanky from his pocket and wiped his brows.

"Are you ok? You look kinda pale."

"No, I"m ok." he forced another smile as he exit the room. He took another deep breath as he turned his heel.

"I'm just fine."