It's midnight around here, and I am wide awake, not by choice though but because of the environment I find myself in at the moment. There are mosquitoes everywhere, and this set of mosquitoes here is monstrous; I don't think you have seen this type. They are gigantic. I think this set of mosquitoes were warriors in a past life because of how busy they are looking for innocent blood to feast on. I wish I could use insecticide to chase them away, but I can't because I am in the hospital, and it's not a private ward, so it's not possible.
This year for me has been a blur of hospital visits. I have never been in and out of the hospital my whole life like this year; there's no week I am not in the hospital for different reasons. Right now, I am here with my son in the pediatric ward. Thank God he is much better now. So staying awake is my only defense against these relentless and wicked blood-sucking mosquitoes buzzing around us.
Also there's a young boy, no more than seven years old here, that has been crying and screaming non-stop. I think he fell off a tree and broke his hand and thigh, and the pain he is feeling is excruciating, and it's overwhelming him. His tiny voice keeps calling out to his mom, telling her the pain is too much for him to bear. His mom tried to comfort him several times, but he kept telling her to take the pains away; that's too much. She can't hold back her own tears, so she has joined her son too. I am so sure her heart is breaking with every wail he makes, knowing fully well that there's nothing she can do to help him.
A kind-hearted woman in the neighboring bed has been trying to comfort her and urging her to stay strong for her son's sake.
Seeing the pains different kids go through is really heartbreaking; it makes me wish I had the superpower to heal every one of them in the ward.
A lady lost her child a few days ago, and I went so much because I had been praying for the child to get well. I played prayer and gave the mother my phone to place by the child's bedside. I encouraged the mom and had hope that the child would be well, but he couldn't fight anymore, so he gave up. I wasn't the mom, but my heart was heavy, and I felt the pain.
Though I have been silently praying for every child to get well, it's also one of the reasons I can't sleep.
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