Post-divorce
The Part 60
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Denis immediately got medical help at that time, the condition was unconscious.
“Why Papa Denis, Ma?” atma asked who did not understand what was happening, everything was so fast.
“Mama don't know either, son. We just pray hopefully Papa Denis is okay.”
“Aamiin,” sahut Atma assures.
“Atma don't think of the heavy ones huh, dear. Mama does not want Atma to be sick again, now focus on Atma.” health
“Iya, Mother. The important thing is not Papa Rama who is sick, if Papa Denis—“
“Ssttt! Unfortunately can't talk like that, didn't Mama and Papa Rama have said that Atma must learn to love Papa Denis too. Pray that everything is healthy, do not just pray for one.”
Atma's face is perfectly bent, teaching children affection is not an easy thing, easy theory but implementing it into everyday life is not easy.
Atma emotions are still unstable, sometimes feel sad, sometimes feel forgiving, sometimes there are still feelings of dislike, and sometimes there are affection and compassion and sometimes hate and feel hurt.
Confusing right?
Yes ... that's how Atma, at his age who is still a child, faced with the thorny problems of adults.
The great task of Amanda and Rama is to teach that no conscience survives hatred, but compassion and forgiveness.
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Denis immediately received medical attention when entering the IGD room, fresh blood coming out of the nose has stopped. He was unconscious for almost 1 hour, the IGD room was immediately busy when Denis was brought into the curtained room.
“Critical patient conditions, we will move patient care to the ICU room,” explained one of the Doctors who handled Denis.
Bu Sinta's body poured onto the floor hearing that, her only child was critical. Rama who was still accompanying Bu Sinta immediately held the frail body and sat him in the waiting chair.
“Do your best, Doc,” said Rama who spoke on behalf of Ms. Sinta who was now crying deeply.
“Good, Sir. You can sign all the approval letters we will give to complete the administration,” said Doctor.
“Good, Doc.”
Rama, who became the representative of the Denis family, finally took care of all the hospital administration, placing Denis in the ICU room while waiting for the results of the laboratory that will come out soon while waiting for the next doctor's diagnosis.
With a quick movement, the patient's gurney that Denis occupied was pushed towards the ICU room not far from the IGD.
Bu Sinta could only sit weakly while staring sadly at the condition of her son, sitting on his own without the company of anyone there because Rama is still struggling with the administration that takes a long process because there are many signatures that he must put on paper.
Arriving in the ICU room, the medical team immediately carried out monitoring and action.
“Monitoring vital signs,” doctor in charge of ICU room.
“Good, Doc.”
“Anormal activity on blood pressure and breath frequency.” Report a nurse.
“Heart rate weakens.”
“Prepare ampoule medication increased heart rate.”
“Good, Doc.”
“Do ventilator mounting action (breath aid).”
“Through nose or mouth, Doc?”
“Mouth.”
Nurses and Doctors both said to each other, when doing the action in the ICU room.
Doctors prepared all the medical equipment for the ventilator installation, the hose was large enough that it went into Denis' mouth to penetrate the chest cavity to help the breathing to remain stable. As the device was inserted into Denis' mouth, the corner of his eye let out a clear grain. Sadness and pain but he could do nothing, only accepted the situation.
Denis didn't understand what tools were going into his body, which he knew was an unstoppable pain but he couldn't reveal. Even his eyes could only be tightly closed, not even energy had. Pain throughout the body, from the tip of the head to the tip of the foot.
“Catheter hose installation, soon!”
“Good.”
With a deft hose connected to the urine bag attached also to the lower organ, when the installation of Denis foot catheter is slightly moving. He is still responding in the midst of a weak condition.
“Installation of Nasogastric Tube (NGT), the patient's condition is so weak that it requires a feeding tube to meet daily nutrition.”
“Good, Doc.”
A long thin hose inserted by a nurse-assisted Doctor finally enters through the nose, down into the esophagus until it reaches the stomach. The sound of medical devices is clinging to each other, the atmosphere is gripping with the critical condition of the patient. A thread of sweat filled the forehead of the treating Doctor.
Denis rolled weakly helplessly on the sickle bed when all the inevitably painful tools stuck to his body, only resignedly what he could do. His eyes were reluctant to open, tightly closed.
Finally the doctor paired the cables of the activity recording device in the heart, all the tools in the ICU room were attached to Denis' body. Supporting tools so that he can survive, whether until when ....
The monitor screen shows the rhythm of the heart rate is also installed, do not forget the typical sound of the heart record monitor that continues to clink every second without stopping.
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“How is my son, Doc?” tanya Bu Sinta accompanied by Rama entered the doctor's room after the laboratory results were already in the hands of the doctor who handled Denis.
The sadness was very noticeable on Bu Sinta's face, her eyes were red as well as her nose, Bu Sinta's hands were cold as ice. He was afraid and even very scared ... Denis hopes his happiness is now fighting death because of an illness.
“Quiet, Mom. You need to stay calm and be in control. Do not let you get sick, because if it happens it will all be more troublesome. Denis needs you to be able to accompany him,” advice calm Rama.
The roar of tears again flocked down the cheeks, seeing the sadness of a Mother in front of him made Ramah pity. He grabbed the body of Bu Sinta, Rama's shirt wet by the cries of women who had seen wrinkles on some parts of his face.
“This is a test, Mom. Be patient and pray, a Mother's prayer is able to penetrate Arsy.”
Bu Sinta nodded weakly with her body shaking from the crying, Rama guided through the hospital hall not far from where she was now heading towards the ICU room.
“Strong mother,” said Rama as he led the frail body into the room where Denis was struggling between life and death.
Now that they reach a glass-topped room, a Doctor has just come out of the ICU— room where Denis is currently being treated.
“How is the condition, Doc?” rama asked after sitting Bu Sinta in the front long chair of the room.
“Still critical, we should talk about the condition of the patient in my room,” explained the Doctor.
His heart is broken to see Denis rolled weak now, if you can choose Bu Sinta willing to exchange the life of the origin of the child is fine. The guilt of what he has done in the past has not subsided, now he is faced with the sadness of seeing the pain of his son.
“Sorry, Mom. If the patient in the ICU room can not be looked at even his family. It's for the patient, too, ma'am. A person who enters the ICU room indicates his body is very weak, the virus is easy to enter the body if someone visits him. The risk of contracting the virus even though a mild virus will still harm the patient later. The room must be sterile, as well as the environment,” explained the Doctor who immediately gave a rejection as well as information that can be understood by Bu Sinta simply.
“Mom can see the patient's condition from the glass-boundary wall, but not allowed to enter,” said the Doctor explained again.
“Good, Doc. I understand, it is also for the good of my son ‘kan?” asked Ms. Sinta weakly to convince her more that everything the medical team does is the best thing for her son.
“Of course.”
“Mothers want to join Rama to the Doctor room or be here?” rama offered himself.
“Certainly come with you.”
Rama again took Bu Sinta's hand, leading her to the doctor's room right next to the ICU room. They go inside, on the doctor's desk there are laboratory results that are certainly accurate.
“How's my son's condition, Doc?” ask Ms. Sinta.
The doctor opened several white envelopes in which there was a report of the overall condition of the body, several large and small envelopes were lying on the table. The doctor opened and read all the results of the laboratory that entered, researching carefully while writing something in Denis' medical record. The doctor's face looked serious, Ms. Sinta was getting riled up.
“Because of fluid buildup in the abdomen.”
“His stomach also looks bloated.”
“There are bruises on some parts of the body, the skin color and the eyes look yellow.”
The doctor explained that while showing one by one the laboratory results including X-rays that were basically not understood by Rama or Bu Sinta, they only heard the doctor's explanation in simple terms.
“Blood samples show very high bilirubin levels, blood clotting is not normal. We've tested liver function tests. The results of USG and MRI showed liver function failure in a critical phase,” explained the Doctor.
“Innalilahi wa innailaihi ro’jiun,” jolt Rama who heard the bad news. While Ms. Sinta was not so surprised even though the pain pulse was still felt, because she already knew Denis had liver failure.
Ms. Sinta let the doctor do a series of tests to confirm the diagnosis of the disease in Denis, it turns out that any hospital is the same as diagnosing damage to the liver. In fact, he hoped the results of the previous hospital were different.
The nurse who accompanied Denis could not do much, because every hospital procedure is different of course. Sisters from the previous hospital, can only give the last laboratory results, the doctor only performs a series of tests that are needed.
“Then what's next, Doctor?”
“We will do the biopsy first, take the sample results from the liver. As much as possible we will save some liver functions that can still be saved, hopefully still can. If the damage is total then inevitably seek liver transplant.”
The deg!
Transplantation .. something that is not easy for sure, whether Denis can survive while waiting for someone who is kind enough to donate one part of his heart? Ms. Sinta is increasingly worried about the condition of the child.
“What exactly is the cause of liver damage, Doc?” asked Rama who was curious about the disease that Denis suffered.
“Alcohol is the biggest contributor to liver damage suffered by a patient named Denis.”
“Denis actually drank that curse drink, Mom?” ask Rama who does not believe.
Bu Sinta nods his head justifying Doctor's remarks, “True, Son. The destruction of the household with Amanda made him dependent on the cursed drink, every night will go home in the early hours after being satisfied drinking the illicit drink at the nightclub. All this is wrong Mom, wrong mom!” shouted Bu Sinta then which then made Rama even more panicked when suddenly his body collapsed almost staggered to the side and hit the floor if the nurse right next to him did not catch Bu Sinta's body properly and quick one.
Rama took a rough breath, cursed himself. Why did he take care of his ex-wife's family? But it is undeniable that Rama's humanity and empathy are so high, he was willing to help even though his body feels tired as well, not to mention taking care of the return of Atma who was forced to be delayed because he was busy taking care of Denis and now Bu Sinta.
“I leave for a minute, Sus. The administration is done, the inpatient room is available, you can immediately move Bu Sinta to the inpatient room without waiting for me,” said Rama after Bu Sinta was handled.
“Good, Sir.”
Rama rushed out of the IGD room and now towards the Atma treatment room, he took a deep breath before opening the room.
“How, Mas?” ask Amanda who is curious about Denis' condition.
Amanda could not contact Rama, because the phone was left on the hospital room nightstand.
“We'll talk later, honey. We'd better go home, I'll drop you off and go back to the hospital again.”
“Pa ...,” call Atma.
Rama immediately approached Atma and carried her and then kissed her son's fat cheeks that had grown big but always spoiled by her.
“We're home, ready?” rama looked at Atma's bead.
“Papa Denis?” atma asked hesitantly as she asked her birth Papa.
“Med inpatient, hmm ... Grandma is also in care, dear,” Rama is honest as is. He does not want to lie because it will certainly cause lies again, again and again to cover everything.
“Atma want to meet Grandma, can?” ask Atma.
“Originally Atma sincerely and do not feel compelled, it's okay, Son,” interrupted Amanda who immediately gave an answer to her son.
Atma smiles, Amanda takes a wheelchair, puts a mask on Atma's face. Their luggage has been put first by a private driver to the car. They just walked out of the inpatient room.
After arriving at the 2nd floor, they got out of the elevator and went straight to the hospital room Bu Sinta who was already known to Rama.
As he opened the door of the room, a heartbreaking cry sounded heartbreaking. The waiting nurse was confused to calm the old woman in front of him in what way and in the end could only wait for Ms. Sinta to calm down by herself.
“Bu,” call Amanda.
“This is karma, Amanda. Karma for an evil mother like me, karma that is so stifling and painful!” shouted Bu Sinta frustrated with the accompanying cry.
Amanda hugged Ms. Sinta tightly, stroking the back of the body of the woman who had been in-law status. His tongue was a little mute to just talk, the woman he was now holding tightened their arms, past mistakes and mistakes spun in the brain like a recording that never stopped spinning, stifling the chest of Bu Sinta. If ... if .. but the rice has become porridge can not be changed and has passed, free in regret, free is also wondering.
Believe that! Karma doesn't walk alone, it always follows behind and waits for the right moment to wake someone up. The time will come when all circumstances turn around, who hurt will be hurt, who hurt will be hurt ....
On the other hand, doctors and nurses were panicked when Denis's heart rate chart showed a drop.
"Prepare for heart shock!" doctor's Order.
~Connect~
What happened to Denis?
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