The light upon the ceiling zoomed back into focus, the sound around him returning.
“Shit, he’s with me. Hang on just let me through. Stop crowding him! He’s not a zoo exhibit, you heard what I said!”
Ava pushed her way through the crowd. “Oscar? Can you hear me?”
No reply. “Can- can someone please get a nurse or something? I’m surprised there’s no-one around in the corridors.” A tall blonde haired woman scurried off to find one.
“It’s al right Oscar, we need to get the blood to flow back to your brain, don’t try and get up in case you pass out again. I need to hold your legs up so that the blood flows back to your head. P-please can someone help me?”
An older woman nodded, gently taking hold of Oscar’s legs and placed them against her as Oscar slowly came around. A nurse, hearing the commotion, came out one of the surgeries, gazing at the pale semi-conscious Oscar.
“He’s coming round, you all did the right thing. What’s his name?”
“O-oscar.” Ava stammered.
“Oscar can you hear us? Try and open your eyes again for me, that’s it.”
Oscar sighed. “I’m really sorry.” He mumbled.
“Don’t be.” The nurse stated kindly. “Just stay where you are, I have a blood pressure monitor here, good job I came out into the corridor. Here I’ll just place this around your arm. Hmmm it’s very low, do you know what could have caused it?”
“He’s just been diagnosed with Leukaemia!” Ava hissed.
“I-I’m sorry. After you received the news did you sit down for a while?”
“No, he went rushing out of the doctor’s surgery like some kind of maniac! I should have known this would have happened.”
The nurse tilted her head. “Why do you say that?”
“He’s been ill, he needed to sit down after hearing the news, but he went against the doctor’s orders.”
“People react in different ways. How do you feel now Oscar?”
“A- a little better. Can I sit up now?”
“Yes.” A small healthcare assistant was soon at her side. “I’m Avril and this is Anita. What we’ll do is we’ll get you into a wheelchair. The doctor’s surgery is free at the end Anita, so we can wheel him in there.”
“I- I’ll be fine.”
“We need to re-do your blood pressure, we’ll get you some water.”
“Were you busy? I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t you worry, we were on our break. You haven’t disturbed anything important.”
They gently helped him to his feet. Anita gently pushed Oscar into the empty doctor’s surgery at the end, placing the brakes onto the wheelchair. Avril handed him a small plastic cup of water and gave another one to Ava, who drank thirstily. Avril gently placed the blood pressure cuff around his arm.
“Your temperature is quite high, 37.7. I’m surprised at your blood pressure though, it’s actually quite low. Did you eat before your appointment?”
Oscar recalled the untouched cereal bar which sat in his pocket and shook his head.
“I felt really sickly this morning, so I didn’t eat. I did bring a cereal bar with me, but forgot to eat it. I had too much on my mind.”
“Alright. You’re not diabetic are you?”
“I’ll get you some orange juice to go with your cereal bar, it will help you to boost your blood sugar.”
Oscar nodded. “Thanks.” Anita handed Ava one. Oscar drank the refreshing liquid thirstily.
“We’ll give that 10 minutes or so to kick in, then re do your blood pressure.” Avril smiled at Ava. “How far on are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She’s 25 weeks pregnant.” Oscar smiled.
“How lovely.Do you know what you’re having?”
“I really want a little boy.” Ava stated as a matter of fact.
Oscar nodded. “Ava wants a boy, but I don’t mind either way so long as she and the baby remain healthy.”
“Yes absolutely. How do you feel now Oscar?”
“Tired and a little spaced out, but I feel okay. The nausea has gone thank God!”
“That’s good. Would you like another drink?”
“No I’m fine thank you, Ava?”
Ava shook her head. “No I feel like my bladder’s about to burst, do you have a toilet?”
Avril smiled. “I remember the feeling when I was pregnant with my little boy Simon. Just turn out of here, it’s two doors down on your left.”
Ava sighed with relief, scurrying into the bathroom and into the cubicle. She exited the toilet, washing her hands and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She placed a hand onto her baby bump, rubbing her stomach. ‘God! It’s active today.’ She thought, returning into the little room, relieved that the colour had fully returned to Oscar’s chalky cheeks.
“You look so much better Oscar.”
“I feel it. Would we be able to go now?”
“It’s been about 10 minutes. I’ll just re-do your blood pressure, if I’m happy with it then I’ll let you go. Ah yes 109/60 that’s better, still a little bit lower than I would have liked. Is it always slightly low?”
“Yes, it’s normally around the 110 mark.”
“We should probably do an ECG.”
Oscar shook his head. “It’s not my heart. I’ve already had all those tests.”
“Alright. You can go, just go and sit outside in the sun for a little while, don’t go rushing off anywhere. Are you you sure that you feel well enough.”
“I’ll be very careful, I promise.”
Ava gently took Oscar’s hand. “Come on, we should sit by the front entrance for 10 minutes, you really gave me a shock there.”
To be continued…