The daughet of Jack and Mary |
- I want it now! I want it now! Give me it! I’m breaking in!
The man screamed, confused by his strong emotions. He really did want it, he didn’t care if it was infected by a deadly virus, he wanted to see it, and its mother.
- Mr. Raivoisa? How are you feeling today? A nurse asked him.
He woke up, seeing the same old walls he’d been looking at for three years. The dream still ached him from the inside, and it had felt so real, maybe because it had once been real.
He thought about how he felt, wanting to give the nurse a sane answer for once, but it was hard. His lips told a different tale than his mind.
- I don’t care, he told her, even if his intention was to say “Better”.
The nurse looked sad, like she always did, like she had ever since she’d heard his story three years ago. She didn’t answer him. She knew that he hadn’t cared about it, that all he had wanted was to see it before it died.
She fluffed his pillow, fed him and turned to leave with the food tray, but then he managed to ask her something he’d wondered about for a long time.
- What was it?
She looked at him, confused and hopeful at the same time. He had finally said something other than the usual.
- What do you mean, Mr. Raiviosa? She asked.
- Was it a boy or a girl? He said.
She looked like she was about to cry. She probably didn’t know if his dead baby had been a boy or a girl, but she could find out.
She told him that she would look into that and left the room. Now he was all alone.
Or so it would seem.
- Why did you ask the nurse that, Jack? You already know you have a girl, don’t you?
His wife told him. He didn’t want to hear her, or see her, because he knew that she didn’t exist. He knew that the baby she was looking so lovingly at was just an illusion his mind made up. For those reasons, he didn’t want to see them. But at the same time, he loved them so much that he couldn’t give up his family.
- I have to be sure, I can’t trust my mind anymore.
- Oh, you’re in that mood. Well, we’ll come back tomorrow, Jack. I love you.
- I love you too, he said to her, but she was already gone.
He lay there, alone now, although he had been alone the entire time he told himself, and thought about the one thing he didn’t want to think about.
He had woken up, tired but happy, scared but exited, and looked at his wife. She was beautiful as always, and her belly was as big as ever. “Today’s the due day”, he had told her, and she had nodded. Most of the time, the baby would come later or earlier than the due day, but both Jack and Mary Raivoisa knew that today would be the day.
She looked as scared as he felt but he had told her that everything would be fine. They had gotten dressed, eaten breakfast and gone to the hospital. None of them had felt the urge to wait until it was actually time to have the baby.
Both were so eager to see the child, none of them had had a loving functioning family before. Jack and Mary had already decorated the room the baby would have, all in baby green. None of them had wanted it to be the normal “pink or blue”.
But it had not gone well at the hospital.
The OBGYN had taken a look at Mary, and then pushed Jack out of the room. He never knew what it was that she’d seen.
He’d been standing outside the room for about a second, and then a whole bunch of doctors had come rushing in.
He’d been so eager to see her again, and to know what it was that was wrong.
His coming memories of the coming event would be in blurry visions. The first one being a lady telling him that his wife would have to have the baby without him in the room.
In the next one it’s the same lady, only this time she tells him that his wife and child have to be in a quarantine, and that they both carry the same virus.
In his next memory he yells at her; “I want to come in! I want it now! Give me my baby! I’m breaking in!”
Next thing he knows, he’s at a mental institution.
He’d had three years to calm down, but most of the time, his hysteria was never gone. It was grating him, craving him and turning him inside out. He just wanted to forget and move on, but every day he saw his wife, beautiful, and holding his baby. Wonderful like her mother.
They both had the same glow around them, they glow that forced him to understand that they weren’t real. But he could never know, sometimes he thought that they actually might be there in his room, and that his wife really was there, her blonde hair glowing, almost as white as her dress.
And his baby, his baby had gotten the odd combination of his strong green eyes and her mother’s blonde hair. His baby had always a smile on her lips, or she would be asleep.
They were so peaceful that he sometimes found it hard to think that they were a creation of his mind. But they had to be.
- Mr. Raivoisa?
He nodded and said;
- It was a girl right?
She looked at him surprisingly.
- Yes.
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