The Light for Mr. Bhishma
The Bisma Abdi Prayoga

The sound of a monitor in a room sounded so loud, with the screen moving up and down according to the rhythm and pattern formed. The voice was monitoring the heartbeat of a man named Bisma. The man who had just had a fatal accident until his motorbike was shapeless because it hit a large truck that passed right in front of him..

"How is the current state of Bhishma?" Oma's eyes are still swollen, because the condition of the grandson who is lying helpless there. Moreover, it was the point of light in his body that was the victim. Those beautiful eyes, splattered with glass, made him unable to see again.

"There has been no change. In fact, it's been six months. Why is it still like this?"  Surya, sister-in-law of Bisma tried to calm the grandmother-in-law. Hugged him tightly, while rubbing his shoulders to strengthen each other.

Yeah, it's been six months that he's been lying there with all the tools attached to his body. There were no signs of any improvement in his health. Looks stuck, and almost makes all give up and sincere with the worst possible.

The doctors work together to deal with cases of bisma. Surgery, and even various therapies are carried out so that there is no more severe dislocation due to calcification of bones that have been injured. All have fought for the healing of Bisma, bahman not a few who have been in the struggle to support all the existing processes. If they can be cared for at home with a private nurse, they will do so for now. All so that they can also keep an eye on Bhishma as well as possible in between all the busyness of each.

"Excuse me, with Mr Bisma?" a female nurse came, and would give him some action.

"Yes, this is Bhishma. Please, Sus." said Oma sekar kindly, sitting back on her comfortable sofa. Surya, however, returned to his office. He took over while the company was inactive.

Infusion is replaced, the drug is given through an existing hose. It appears slightly, as Bhishma's hand stiffens when receiving a slightly painful injection penetrates into her bloodstream. The nurse gently rubbed the way the medicine was flowing, according to the infusion needle attached in the current Vena of Bisma.

"Already, Mom. If there's anything, please call me, or the other nurse."

Seen by her, Bhishma who is still very calm in her sleep and beautiful dreams. If he could pray, Oma would like to ask that Bhishma have a bad dream so that she would soon be aware of her beautiful-looking mind. Makes it so comfortable that it refuses to move.

"Wake, baby. No matter how you are, Oma is sincere. Oma will try to how you recover," she hoped so high. He too often fell asleep by himself, because of all the fatigue in his body and the contents of his head.

Tiiit.... Tittt.....! Several times the monitor sounded very strongly. Mama woke up and stared at the motion on the monitor. It went up and down unstable and looked terrible to him. In fact, Bhishma appears to be convulsing with existing conditions.

Oma Sekar was immediately anxious, and squeezed the bell. However, so slow was the response he received. Eventually he ran to find help.

"Where have you guys been? My grandson almost died there. Are you Deaf?!" sergeant Oma Sekar, in all his emotions.

The doctor and a few nurses came. They immediately handled the Bhishma well, until finally helped and returned to normal. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief afterwards. It's just that, Oma sekar looks very violent with the events today.

"Who's the nurse who just came in? He's the one who handled and injected the medicine for Bhishma." Oma looked up at all the nurses with anger.