The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Not him, what I'm looking for

Everything seemed tense at the time. Finally a nurse came in and admitted the mistake she had made. It was he who actually injected the drug that had just been on Bhishma, according to what he saw from the records.

"Why can you give me the wrong medicine?" scold the leader to him.

"I'm not wrong. Instead, I gave it as noted." The nurse gave me a photo of the schedule of the drug and the therapy. All complete, and He did as directed.

"You new?" ask the leader to him.

"I've been five months. But it doesn't have a fixed room yet. I'm still moving places to adjust to where I'm going."

All eyes were wide at all the evidence He presented. It can no longer be done, if everything He says is true. And now the situation is back in an uproar about the drug given to Bhishma before.

"Well, he always sleeps and barely wakes up. In fact, all CT Scan results are good." said one of the doctors sayaraf there.

The problem was solved at the beginning, the guard against Bhishma was tightened until Bhishma experienced a lot of progress and was aware of his long sleep.

" I want to bring my Grandchild home" Oma said to the room's in charge.

"Mom, sorry. But it can't be because you still have intensive care and...."

"I'll take the nurse home. I pay personally."

"But, ma'am.." the nurse could only sigh harshly, looking at Oma's arrogance right now at him. If you say it is natural, which parents are not anxious when several times their grandchildren are wrongly given medicine. Although the person has been arrested and imprisoned.

"alright... I will take care of everything." said the nurse, making Oma sekar immediately calm and relieved.

"Oma?" Call Bisma. Presumably already memorized by the perfume of the Oma who always accompanied him.

"Hey, honey. How is it right now?" hug the Oma from behind his back.

The bandages in those eyes had not even been opened, because Oma was not ready to look into the eyes of her grandson who could no longer see the world.

"Open up, Bhishma is used to it, Oma. Just need to adjust to all the circumstances." asked Bisma, instantly made the tears of the Oma re-dissolve.

"Yes, dear.." nodded Oma, who finally opened the bandage herself with her hands, without the help of any tools at all. Because, there are no injuries in the temple of Bisma or even all over his body.

Oma looked into Bhishma's eyes. The eyes still looked so beautiful with their brown lenses, and the gaze was usually sharp. But now, that gaze seemed empty without direction, aimlessly forward. Bhishma seemed to occasionally flick her hands in front of her own eyes.

"Hhhh, it's all gone and dark" he said.

"There's still Oma, honey. Oma will always be there beside you,"

"Don't treat Bhishma like a sick person, Ma. Bisma. The bisma doesn't want to look weak in anyone's eyes."

Oma knew very well how Bhishma, who was very strict in character. Oma could only nod in response to all her grandson's requests.

"Excuse me... All preparations are in order. And the patients can go home, when they're ready." a nurse came in. Bhishma seemed to close his eyes, and tried to permeate the voice he was hearing at this time with his keen sense of hearing.

" no... It's not him I'm looking for."