The medical staff gave me space to relax. They also gave me cereals and grapes to eat. The beeps of intensive care unit machines became lower. Two voices; one of them an experienced doctor and one of the opposite genders sneaked into the room; the former asked the latter to move me to a room where I could relax my mind.

The door creaked, Bettie popped up and my new heart jumped to her. I suddenly felt happy to see her again. This time a white uniform hugged her body. I envied that white blouse and trouser, yet I grinned in glee with my eyes.

“Wow…babe,” I said in awe of her as she approached me.

“This is crazy,” muttered Bettie to herself, albeit smiling at me.

She placed her soft hands on my shoulders, those hands reminded me of my mother. “Where’s my mom?” I asked.

“She’s doing okay in another room.” Bettie’s smile disappeared.

I held off my breath. “What do you mean…she’s sick?”

“High blood pressure,” replied Bettie, “but she’s fine now.”

“Why high blood pressure?” I was worried about my mother.

“She was stressed to see you in a coma for two months. Now she’ll be happy to see you strong again,” explained Bettie.

Two months? I wondered in my inner thoughts, but her charming voice calmed my nerves. My new heart slowed down and returned rhythms for her.

“I’m here to relocate you to another room,” said Bettie; “I brought a wheelchair, so let me help you out of this bed.”

“No.” I turned down her kind gesture. “I’ll walk. I’m strong.”

Bettie allowed me to stand on my feet. She noticed I was indeed strong and guided me to an oasis room. I kept gazing at her face as I sat on the blue couch. I loved her with all my new heart, almost forgetting my beloved mother or anyone.

“I love you…say you love me back, please?” I pulled her closer to me.

“Ye-a-h, I love you too,” she stuttered, looking into my chest.

Her hands trembled as her nervous breath slapped my face again and again. I lounged a kiss into her lips—her lips felt as sweet as strawberry, slippery and soft until strange footsteps interrupted us.

Bettie jerked guiltily and looked away from me in shame.

“Babe, don’t be afraid of anyone,” I said, ignoring the footsteps.

However, Bettie got up and exited the room, thereby the door unveiled a Latino—I remembered that Latino; she was Fiona, but now she looked fat, and she got a bump!