Dating Contract

CHAPTER 249: WHERE TO GO?

- POV LALA

I could not speak and became very confused. I don't know what's going on. 

I can only breathe through my mouth. It felt like I was breathing through a straw. It was an unusual feeling. I felt like vomiting because I felt a hose in the back of my throat. Also the hose in my nose to my stomach was attached to the sucker but it had curled up in the back of my throat which made me choke, nauseous.

I was getting enough oxygen but my body wanted to panic. I closed my eyes and prayed and cried, fighting PANIC.

Uncomfortable, I tried to pull the tube out of my mouth but something held my two hands together. I heard Richie's voice telling me not to do that. Trying to speak by hand and hoping that some sort of gesture would convey the intent, I was restrained. I have a restraint of the wrist, which I DO NOT need! 

If my hands are free, I feel like I can communicate with them! 

The next few hours after I gave up after trying to communicate they just loosened one hand at a time for me to be able to write questions for them. And they don't have time to play 20 questions.

When I woke up I saw Johan trying to talk. I didn't see Richie but saw the treating doctor. I only heard Richie. Things are very vague about what Richie said.

Or the doctor explains what happened and Johan tells him all. My mind couldn't wrap up what was really happening and Johan repeated what had happened to me.

I counted 23 pumps, and there was a large Helium tank by the bedside. I can't seem to breathe air even in the vents so the doctor mixes O2 and He. 

When I woke up again, there were no Richie and Johan. 

My body recognizes the trachea as a foreign body and increases mucus production to try to remove the foreign body. 

I vomit in my hair, in my neck. I wanted to tell them to give me a washcloth and I would clean it myself, but this is the ICU.

I glanced at the male nurse when my ventilation alarm went off due to the high pressure when the mucus stopped my tube and air could not get in but she was outside the door talking smile and laugh with the nurse woman.

I shook the rail of my bed, that I was bound because he moved the call light out of my reach.

And God was like hearing my prayers when Richie came in with a pushy look. She looked angry at the nurse but she was the one who cleared my vomit from my body, and I cried as the nurse left, but Richie patiently calmed me down and encouraged me.

Bending in the morning, Richie bathed me and cleared my private arena. Then he kissed my eyelids and uttered an encouraging sentence before heading home.

By noon, I was moved to a different room. Johan's speech was a treatment room, Johan looked thin and the eyes were like panda eyes.

I woke up in the afternoon and found Richie without knowing when Johan was leaving.

Day two, in the treatment room I was gradually weaned from the machine and began to learn to sit that morning with the help of Johan who helped me move my legs and hands on the edge of the bed, of course there was still a hose in my mouth and that night Johan stayed overnight.

On the third day, Richie came and he bathed me in bed, now I learned to stand up and when I was about to fall Richie caught me.

This room is just occupied by me. That night someone came in and Richie said nothing as he left. And that guy Kevin, looks like I've only seen him since I woke up. At first there was only awkwardness in the end he told me a lot of crying when he showed a video of Vino.

The fourth day, Kevin was about to wash my body and I refused, so he just washed my face with a wet cloth. That morning I started walking again with three people behind me one of whom was pushing a kind of monitor connected to my hose.

On the right of a nurse. On the left is Kevin, in front of me there are also three nurses.

As soon as I sat down, I walked not too far but I was exhausted. The nurses encouraged and congratulated me on my progress, I became more and more excited.

Richie's night hasn't come yet, nor Johan, but because my brain is weak it doesn't seem like I'm hatching it. I glanced at Kevin who was asleep in the chair, once in a while the man slept massaging his neck.

Day six, I will be extubated.

The female doctor removed the adhesive holding on my left and right cheeks and the tubes were quickly removed, she pulled from my throat.

My eyes whistled at me like they were suffocating and Richie gave me faith.

My throat hurts and I can finally throw out the feeding tube and will eat some more food! There is never any pain from the vents! I felt much better after the tube was removed.

But a few minutes out of the vent I became constantly panicked and thought I could not breathe. 

Not being able to breathe is the most painful thing. Not only does it have to deal with the inability to "pull breath", but pain in the chest and diaphragm due to respiratory muscle fatigue, pain in the back due to excessive use of muscles in trying to breathe. 

Emotions strike me, the discomfort associated with muscle fatigue is worse than ANY anxiety I have ever felt. It's been so bad that I wanted to plead for intubation because I thought how much I was going to die, but Richie tried to convince me this was a pure complaint.

But I constantly felt like I could not breathe and was suffocating. It doesn't help that I'm still being given medication heavy enough that I feel like I'm not myself, I'm pretty paranoid. My short-term memory is a mess of all this.

Day seven, I had passed that most frightening time and I could breathe without a ventilator!

However, a commotion broke out when Johan just started feeding me a very diluted breakfast of porridge, as Richie and Kevin were debating where I was going home.

"Vino still needs him, he has to be home." Kevin tightened his voice, and I met Johan face to face.

"No. You're divorced, it's unethical, Kevin."

"Well, then at your place. Richie, same is not good."

"Kevin, just accept that, we'll register our marriage." The atmosphere warmed up and I swallowed a rough mouthful of Johan.

"Huh huh?!!!" Kevin clucked at Richie's shirt collar, it felt like I wanted to throw them with a roll. Unfortunately, my strength is not enough for that.

"Bro! What if ... Lala returns to Java she will be more comfortable in her own home. And there I was there, uh there was Luca too," Johan interrupted, apparently Johan here the quietest.

"NO!" At the same time Richie and Kevin, the two people who stood facing each other were now staring intently at Johan. They walked, now sitting on the bed beside my feet. Richie on the right, and Kevin on the left. My lips twitched, huh.

"And anyways Alen's in my place." Kevin defended himself. "And the kids are all in my place, Lydia and Amber. Well ... children are not comfortable if the mother is in the place of a foreign man?" Kevin squinted his eyes to the left at Richie with an emphasis-filled voice, there was confidence there. And Richie snorted in annoyance.

"I think Kevin has a point, Eros," I sighed in confusion as Kevin smiled at Richie. And I looked at Eros with a plea.

"So, honey?" Richie gave a possessive look at me. She often seems to hold back anger, especially when the nurse makes a mistake. " ... and Java Island are too far away, for now. We need to go to the registration office."

"I want to go to Java, Eros," my voice was lethargic. "I want to go home" and I'm very awkward about going to Kevin's house. And the kids would look at me fiercely if I went to Richie's house, even the girls' gazes were getting possessive.

"No!" Richie and Kevin replied together again making me grunt with annoyance, and my lips pursed, it felt like crying.

Johan shrugged at me, not even my best friend could frown because of them. I grabbed the bowl from Johan's hand and ate by myself as Richie massaged my ankle that was submerged in the blanket.

"Come, honey, decide where you're going!?" Richie in a pleading tone and it was a very difficult question for me, even I had to pick on a choice that I didn't want to choose right now.