Not Wanting (So) the Second
Chapter 3: Chance of 000.1 Percent

It doesn't feel like five years have passed. Yasmine's mother never regained consciousness from her coma. Yasmine had already run out of her entire savings. Now he only relies on his salary of only 6.5 million rupiah. Of course the amount is very lame with the cost of treatment of the mother.

At midday saturday, and Sunday he worked odd jobs. Being cleaning service, waitress cafe, barista, even food delivery. He also sells accessories and small furniture through social media accounts. All that he did was to cover the cost of the mother's treatment.

Many people, even the Doctor suggested that Yasmine give up her mother. To them, Yasmine's mother was already like an undead that drained Yasmine's youth.

But Yasmine does not think so, she will continue to try to do her best for the recovery of her mother.

"Excuse me..." Said the Doctor, who was about to check on the condition of Yasmine's mother. He entered the room with several nurses.

Yasmine who had just finished cleaning the body of the mother also stepped aside a few steps.

"The saturation is weakening Doctor, down five percent since yesterday." Said the nurse, while one nurse recorded the results of the examination.

The doctor who is none other than Nisha, checks all vital signs in the patient's body. He undressed the patient, checking if there was a rash or something.

After the examination was over, all the nurses left the room, except Nisha. The thing he was afraid of really happened.

"Is my mother's condition getting worse, Doctor?" Yasmine looked at Nisha expectantly, though she knew the answer would still be the same as in previous days.

Nisha let out a heavy sigh, this is one of her weaknesses, she has a huge amount of empathy for her patients. Often he feels bad, feels guilty and even feels failed when going to convey the condition of patients who are getting worse.

"There's some rash on his hips and shoulder blades." Lirih Nisha, she could not bear when Yasmine offered a hopeful look.

"Your mother, has symptoms of Dekubitus Ulcer, or better known as Bed sores."

Yasmine raised both eyebrows, she was trying to digest what the Doctor said just now.

"Temples due to constant pressure on parts of the body, causing blood vessels that deliver oxygen and nutrients to a network is inhibited. Without nutrients and oxygen, the skin and surrounding tissue would break down and eventually decay." Nisha showed a photo from her mobile phone screen, where the symptoms are experienced by many people who are paralyzed.

Yasmine nodded slowly, she had indeed seen a reddish rash since two days ago. But he thought it was just a normal scratch.

"Please give me any medicine...."

"The problem is..," Nisha cut off the girl's remark, "Your mother is completely paralyzed, that point can indeed be treated, but it does not rule out the possibility that it will arise in other parts. At least your mother's body has to be moved once every half hour, that's just to slow it down, not treat..."

Yasmine looked at the mother's body, various hoses and wires attached to the helpless woman's body. His life was dependent on ventilators.

"What's that bad..?" He again moved his eyes, to the Doctor who was only five months old handling his mother.

Counted for five years, there have been 6 Doctors who changed to care for the mother. Nisha is the 7th Doctor currently in charge of overseeing the coma patient.

"With your mother's condition, it can be very severe." Nisha is heavy-hearted.

Nisha could only sigh, she knew the girl even had trouble paying the hospital arrears. Donations given by the hospital, can only pay 10 percent of the bill per month.

With the gentle instinct that Nisha has, she does not want to help the girl. But if he only helps one patient, isn't that unfair? There were many patients whose condition was similar to that of the sliced girl. It is impossible to finance everything.

Nisha also understood why the girl was willing to maintain that condition for so many years. Because it's not easy to let go of someone who is most valuable.

"We set up this hospital for business. But as a doctor, money is not the main thing. We will definitely do our best, our job is to relieve the pain of the patient. In this condition, if you ask what is best for the patient, then the answer is to release the patient's pain."

"It turns out you're just like any other doctor. I even worked hard day and night for my mother's recovery, but you Doctors, keep thinking of my mother as a hopeless undead." Yasmine stared intently at the Doctor's face, fed up with the suggestion to let go of her mother.

"Cure only applies to patients with an opportunity above 20 percent. While your mother, her chance to recover is even only 000.1 percent. So whatever we do, it'll only prolong the pain, not cure it."

"Not that we don't want to take care of your mother, it's just that the chances are very small, you'll only have trouble keeping this..." Nisha gently patted Yasmine's shoulder, then passed away from there. It felt so sorry to see Yasmine spending her youth on that impossible thing.

As soon as Doctor Nisha, Yasmine sat on the chair. He felt a skin rash on his mother's body. A moment of his instincts confirmed Doctor Nisha's opinion just now, but if he were to let go of the ventilator, wouldn't that be tantamount to taking his mother's hope of recovery? In other words it was murder, right?

It is very heavy life that he went through for the last 5 years, but he was willing to hit anything, to see his mother healthy again.

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This afternoon, Nisha and Agam came home together. Because their duty hours are the same, so they can spend free time tonight.

The car is parked in the spacious garage of the luxury house. Of course, not only one car they have, there are several others that become Agam collections.

"Can be overtime tonight..." Whispering Agam to his wife, he removed Nisha's seatbelt while fingering her slender waist with a seductive smile.

"You're, like, a newlywed, Mom." Nisha grabbed Agam's nape, and then she put her forehead on his face.

"It's one of our privileges baby, we'll keep being newlyweds until grandparent." Rayu Agam while visiting something behind Nisha's clothes.

The sparkling smile on Nisha's face faded. "Wouldn't it be so hollow, if we keep going like this?"

Agam's passion, which was peaking, became slumped when he heard the absurd thing again. What the hell is it? Why is Nisha talking about it so often.

"Honey..," Agam raised Nisha's face, and panned in the sweet woman's eyes.

"What's up, hmm..?" She gently stroked Nisha's two cheeks, whether or not the woman was really getting bored with their marriage. I became worried because of it.

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