One day after my online journalism class, my stomach felt really sick. I spent almost the whole afternoon in front of the computer, uploading files for the news website my class would have to launch some day. Whatever sounds came around, they seemed to fade away when the pain just occurred— I didn’t hear or pay enough attention to what my friends nearby asked me. The pain inside my stomach appeared every second the hands of the clock on the wall ticked.
It would take a few pages to describe how I fell ill and ended up at a small clinic later that day. But witih praying, a wingless angel came to me while I was lying aching all over my stomach on the school armchair. Since I couldn’t help but prayed that he would come much earlier. He came–though a little late, but never too late. He brought medicine—he tried to soothe me—he smiled at me. With the wingless angel by myself, I couldn’t keep my eyes open because the pain blinded me. It was killing me slowly, I thought. But I didn’t want to move too fast. I was leaning foward on his left shoulder. He gentlly asked me,” Shall we go to see a doctor? What should I do now for you?” I knew he didn’t know how agonizing it was inside my stomach.
His smile brightened me a little more. I was aware of my state. then, He asked me to see a doctor with him. I was quite reluctant. “Where am I? What am i doing?” I lost orientation.
It’s dark outside. A small group of my friends were sitting on the newly stalled benches in the thinly-lighted area. I couldn’t smile back at them and only said to them I was heading to a clinic nearby. I was gripping his hands as if I would never ever let him go. It would be all right to, but my hands would never allow. We walked on.
All the way to the clinic, I was holding onto his wast. He was making sure I was still behind him, not falling to the prey of the traffic accident in the night. The angel was trying all his might to keep going, despite a very bad traffic. I was in so much pain that I didn’t know how hard he handled the riding. It’s all a journey. My consciousness half stayed. I was closing my eyes and leaning on his back… dreaming away about my wingless angel…
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Oh – sounds like you had a really bad day. Hope you’re feeling better now. And I’m glad that wingless angel came around to save you!