Another List The breath Alice inhaled was shallow and shaky. The exhale was worse; a harsh wheeze with a cough following behind it. Anyone could tell she was sick. If not in the way she breathed, then the way she looked told the story just as well. Sunken eyes, hollowed cheeks, thinning hair; Alice looked like death herself. Whatever deity above was greedily sucking away her life and it showed even through her clothes. Though her physical vibrancy was fading quickly, Alice kept her head up. She pushed through her discomfort and was finishing her bucket list. Finally. Alice watched the waves crash onto the open, cream sanded beach. The ocean undulated gently, swelling into midnight hills of saltwater before dispelling the cold water onto …show more content…
The temperature wasn’t much warmer then. Janine led Alice over to a bench to sit, untying her sneakers and taking off her socks. Alice looked away as her friend helped her get ready. Inhaling deeply, needing the cold, crisp March air in her struggling lungs. She could almost taste the nearby ocean. Janine smiled after she pulled Alice to her feet, “Alright. Ready for this?” Alice looked up into her friend’s chocolate eyes and shook her head. Janine frowned and gently grabbed Alice’s hand, sitting back down together. Neither spoke right away. They just listened to crashing waves and the broken calls of the overhead gulls. Janine squeezed her friend's hand in reassurance, just to let her know that she had her. It was just what Alice needed to get talking. “What am I supposed to do after I finish this list?” Janine bit her lip, searching her brain for an answer. One that would calm the coming storm. “Just sit here and die slowly,” Alice questioned no one in particular incredulously. “The only reason I’ve been strong thus far is because I had things to push for. Things to live for!” Janine squeezed her hand again, “We make another list. Big things, trivial things, impossible things. Whatever you want Alli.” “I don’t want to make another list, Nina. I wanna live.” Her friend sighed, rubbing her fingers across Alice’s boney knuckles, “And you will Alice. But first, before we think about the future, let’s put our feet in this ridiculously cold beach and possibly get frostbite.
Alice’s relationship would not go very far, constructing her ending for Henry, “Henry Reyna married Della in 1948 and they have five kids, three of them now going to the University, speaking calo and calling themselves Chicanos.” This quote essentially dispersed Alice’s hope for something more with Henry. Making Alice side with Henry’s parents in his potential marriage with Della due to his responsibilities, “If it was just me and you, Henry it might be different. But you have to think of your family.” This quote shows Alice’s understanding of what Henry must do. In the end Alice’s feelings are put aside due to what cannot be done and what must be
With careful examination, it proved that there was a multitude of problems building on each other worsening the condition exponentially. After comprehensively examining the problem, the doctor spoke in a soothing, hopeful voice. He explained every single detail about what was occurring in her body and why she acquired the dilemma she is in now. More important than the diagnosis was the look in her eyes. Her dead, beaten eyes became alive. Her posture, at first looking down, cold and defeated, altered just the slightest as her chin rose a few inches. Her door was on the verge to slam shut and every trace of light along with it, but, the doctor was able to conjure a flame and bring the light back to the darkest room. Although the treatments at every specialized doctor proved futile, this doctor was able to return hope to her. It was more than just a diagnosis; he had saved her
“I don’t know. Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
The doctor-patient relationship always has been and will remain an essential basis of care, in which high quality information is gathered and procedures are made as well as provided. This relationship is a critical foundation to medical ethics that all doctors should attempt to follow and live by. Patients must also have confidence in their physicians to trust the solutions and work around created to counter act certain illnesses and disease. Doctor-patient relationships can directly be observed in both the stories and poems of Dr. William Carlos Williams as well as in the clinical tales of Dr. Oliver Sacks. Both of these doctors have very similar and diverse relationships with multiple patients
A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.
Heaving herself up, she glanced around at all of the coughing teenagers that lain on the floor coughing and sputtering, groaning in pain. The smell was ten times worse than it had been when Jasper was gravely injured. The dead bodies being dragged from the ship didn’t exactly make her feel more optimistic.
"I should have seen this coming. I don't understand why my visions are blocked." Alice said.
The anger in her eyes was suddenly washed out by an overwhelming fear as a profusion of tears starting bursting out her big green eyes and one by one began to roll down her pale cheeks. “Oh God”- she yelled in a high-pitched broken cry, while turning the head sideways to sink her face desperately in the pillow. She remained motionless in bed with the body curved and her legs bent inwards close to the chest, crying and lamenting heavily and uncontrollably for the rest of the night until the despair and the exhaustion finally forced her asleep.
“I’m happy there don’t seem to be other hikers, but damn is it hot,” said Catherine, hoisting herself up to sit on a path-side boulder, “Let’s rest again.”
“Uh, I think a storm is coming, we should go inside.” Julianna said, twisting her fingers.
Her eyes moving from to the other as they each spoke, but her ears hearing as if they stood on the far side of a wall. All the ley energy she had pulled was finally drained away to leave her hollow. The echo was pin-pricks of pain over her skin. She had drank too deeply and dropped it all too quickly. She was going to be paying for it for quite some time. Ethan's voice turning stern cleared some of the fog. Elisa blinked at him as he tucked the box and the mask within into his bag. She wanted to tell him to leave it
“We just got here.” Lukas replied, looking down at a small list he had scribbled down before they left. “So, no.”
Sam held her hand. “Maybe the answers are out there,” he pointed at the vast land. “Maybe if we just keep going, we’ll find the answer.”
Death’s cold embrace was awaiting, his hands fingering at her flickering heart. Why should she stay? The only happiness she had ever had in this world had been robbed of her, through the very medication that should have been distinguishing the pain.
“Let’s not worry about that for now,” I said, watching her ride. “She needs this for the moment. We’ll worry about the rest when we reach the city.”