The Light for Mr. Bhishma
There's nothing I can trust.
The nurse gave me some prescriptions to make. As well as some equipment purchased by Mama Sekar on a personal basis for all treatments at the hospital.
"Darling, Oma lived first, huh? Oma wants to take medicine for you. In a moment, Daksha's coming to get you to the car."
"Yes" nods Bhishma at the Oma. He was still in a wheelchair while continuing to feel the morning air that refreshed his body at that time. He calmly waited for Daksha, a personal assistant who had worked with him for five years. Not only that, Daksa was also his best friend when they were in college first. He was also the son of his late father's friend.
"Sir?" call the guy. Bhishma had memorized his voice and scent, until he immediately turned to the source of the voice.
"Forced?"
"Yes, I'm Daksha." the man immediately came and knelt before Bhishma. He grabbed his best friend's hand to feel his face full of haru.
"Hey, I'm fine. After all, my body is healthy and I can still stand firmly. Just so you're still next to me."
"Yes, I'm not going anywhere" Daksa said. Bhishma patted his shoulder with a long sigh. If his legs and strength had recovered, He would have chosen to walk himself down and out of the hospital. Instead, he had to be pushed using a wheelchair by Daksa at this time.
"How's office?"
"Get well handled, by Surya. Don't think too much."
"How can't it? That's my responsibility."
"You don't even trust anyone?" Daksa took him into an elevator to get off.
"Nobody I can trust, anybody."
"Include me?"
"You too are only human, who could be affected by office and power."
Ting! The elevator sounds open. She could hear all the crowds in her new place. Noisy, and full of activities from many people.
"What, they all saw me?"
"No... No one's looking at you." Bhishma knows, if Daksha is honest this time.
"That's Oma now," points Daka at the woman who is waiting for the drug.
Bisma asks Daksha to bring him to the Oma. Sit next to her and wait for the medicine together. He also asked Daksa to check all available drugs, adjust the prescription given by the nurse to the mother.
"What's wrong?" Daksha looked strange when Bhishma required her to check all the drugs. He was left behind information about the drug that was wrongly given, and made Bhishma sleep for a long time.
"I don't know who." said Bisma.
"Yes, I'll look for it." Daksa pushed the wheelchair back and took it out to the car.
"Schedule you control, every other week. Mama has also registered you, as a patient donated cornea. Although it's hard and will be long, but Mama will keep trying anything for you."
Bhishma just bowed, grabbed the Mama's shoulder and rubbed it gently. She knew her mother was tired at the moment. Mama now slept for a moment in the warm approach of the beloved son.
" i... Also have hired the services of a personal nurse for you."
"Forced...."
"I'm sorry, but Oma can't take care of you intensively either, sir. Please accept,"
"I don't promise" said Bisma. He is an introvert, who rarely likes to meet new people. Moreover, that person would often touch his body later on.