Writing Prompt: The Clock

My husband went to the airport to make arrangements to fly to Dhaka to see his mother who was sick. Suddenly “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”It was 6 p.m., I rushed to see if my husband had bought his ticket. When I looked at him I was terrified. He was holding on to his chest, he poured a glass of brandy and drank it. Then he slowly went to the bedroom and lay down. I saw him holding on to his chest and groaning. I had never seen a patient having a heart attack before yet I thought it had to be a heart ache,the way he was moving his head and arms and legs.

I asked him if I should call the hospital,in reply he said,

“it’s just a little chest pain, I’ll be all right.”

I noticed the pain was getting severe every minute. I begged him to let me call the hospital. He agreed and wanted to talk to the doctor himself.

We lived very close to the hospital,in a few minutes the doctor arrived and decided to take him to the hospital. After what seemed an eternity the head of the hospital came to our house.

He told me , “Your husband had a moderate to severe heart attack, the next forty-eight hours is crucial, if he comes through there is hope.”

I cried all night,I didn’t know what else to do. I began to think, “is he going to be okay?”

To my surprise I didn’t feel I was going to lose him. He stayed at the local hospital for a week and was airlifted to St. John’s, where they were better equipped to treat him.

He was released from the hospital after six weeks. I went and brought him home. It took another two months for him to get back on his feet. Within a month he was strong enough to go back to work.

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