My boyfriend's a Vampire
Episode 111: Recovery

Day by day, Ryan spent most of his time on the bed of the ICU room, the walls pure white, white bed linen and carbolic aroma and pungent drugs. Ryan cast a glance across the room. Today he is very grateful to be able to enjoy the beautiful world again. His gaze was fixed on a nurse dressed in white who was carrying a map containing the patient's medical record. The nurse went to see Robert and asked for permission to transfer Ryan to the hospital room.

“Today you can be transferred to the inpatient room,” papa said with a happy face, his eyeballs sparkled and his lips developed a smile.

“True,Pa?”ryan asked as he shifted his body to sit down.

But the man again grimaced in pain, both bones of his foot suffered an injury so it must be digips.

“Udah.Don't push yourself too much,”pinta papa while gently stroking Ryan's shoulder.

Two nurses, one a woman and the other a male nurse, came by pushing a cage and moving Ryan's body over it. The two pushed the wheeled bed down the hospital hallway, Om Robert followed him from behind. A nurse moves her hand in front of a touchless button on the elevator door. Not long after, the elevator doors opened, three people inside came out, and now the four of them went inside. Ryan was on his back and his body covered in a white blanket seemed to close his eyes to reduce the dizziness caused by being pushed to and fro.

“Tying...” elevator door open.

Now the two nurses are pushing the cage into the largest in-patient room in the room, the VVIP room, which consists of a bed, a large sofa, and a large sofa, a television and a one-door refrigerator are located near the bathroom door. Ryan's body was moved back to the hospital bed and they covered it with a blanket. The two men's legs were left open without being covered in blankets to make it easier for medics to check the condition of the wound. The two nurses came out of the room, and pushed back the cage to return to its original place.

Robert Sanders walked over to the window and opened the curtain so that sunlight could enter and illuminate the room. Ryan narrowed his eyes due to the glare, the back of his right hand used to cover his eyelids.

“Pa.”

“Iya darling,”sahut papa.

Not usually papa call Ryan with the name “sayang”, maybe the middle-aged man was very grateful for Ryan's recovery from a heavy accident that hit him.

“When do I start walking?”ryan asked expectantly, his chin raised while looking at the papa standing right in front of the room window.

For a moment Robert Sanders thought to set his words so as not to cause negative thoughts in Ryan.

“We wait after the cast you can be released. About two weeks maybe. Later we ask the doctor,”sahut papa at length while walking towards the sofa.

The middle-aged man sat leaning against the sofa while puffing his chest, his eyes staring straight at the bed where Ryan was being treated.

“About I'll be disabled,Pa?”

A short question that rained down on his heart, made him almost cry at the thought that his beloved son had to limp or might not be able to walk again for the rest of his life. Hurried over the feeling, the father calmed down and developed an optimistic smile for Ryan.

“Trust me,Son. You must be fully healed,”sahut the papa while walking closer to his son

Ryan could only nod his head, his face still handsome even though his head was still wrapped in bandages.

That night, the specialist who treated Ryan made a visit with a nurse. They opened a bandage wrapped around Ryan's head.

“It’s going better,” said the doctor while smiling at Ryan.

The stitch scar on the back of the head begins to dry, the nurse is allowed to open the bandage. Ryan no longer wears bandages on his head. The injured part was forced to be deforested so that now the boy's batok head became a pitak in the back. The coma state that has been experienced by Ryan is caused by a very hard impact that causes the brain stem to be injured, there is a blood clot that must be aspirated, and there is a blood clot that must be sucked, and the surface in that area causes damage to RAS (Reticular Activating System), the part of the brain responsible for keeping a person conscious.

“Thank you,doctor.”

The two medics walked out of the room, leaving papa and Ryan feeling one by one the joy of God through healing for a healing process.

“After you can walk, we go back to Indonesia first Ryan,” papa said in a soft voice.

“Rest first at home until you completely recover. Solved college can repeat the next year.”

“Good,Pa. But the rent of the apartment is still long, Pa.”

“We give it to Ahmad. Consider us a charity for him.”

Ryan nodded his head in understanding.

The next day, the nurse delivers food to Ryan and the father bribes him. The middle-aged man had not had breakfast yet, he only had some bread he bought two days ago in a bakery on the lower floor of this hospital.

“Tok..Tok..Tok.

Papa put the plate on the table and rushed to open the door. Seemed a cheerful face belonging to Ahmad, the young man with slightly dark skin and curly hair that spread a smile. In his hand was a small suitcase containing some of Ryan's clothes and toiletries that he had brought from the apartment.

“Pagi,Oms. I'm gonna take Ryan's dirty clothes. Here I bring a new one,” Ahmad said as he closed the door again.

“Please. Have you had breakfast, Mad?” ask papa while giving a plastic package containing some bread.

“Thank you,Om. Ahmad had breakfast in the apartment,”hut while moving Ryan's dirty clothes into a large plastic black.

The young man went to the bathroom to wash his hands and came back. He approached the bed where Ryan was being treated, his lips turning into a smile, his eyes pitch-black, sparkling. Ahmad was also happy to see Ryan regained consciousness and was able to speak again.

“Thank God you're not amnesiac,”whispers Ahmad a little joking.

Ryan replied with a laugh and continued with his breakfast, now Ahmad who fed him painstakingly. A small bowl of mashed potato, minced meat, chicken soup and a dessert of banana cake completes the breakfast menu that day.

“Oh yes..I brought a team of chickens I made from home. Let you recover quickly, ” Ahmad said as he opened the suitcase.

The young man took out a Tupperware containing white plastic containing steamed chicken so as to bring out his delicious caldron.

“Portnya many. Can for om too,” he said while looking at the face of Om Robert.

“Thank you good boy,”sahut Om Robert with a smile.

In the following week, the wounds in both parts of Ryan began to improve, the casts began to be released and Ryan began walking with the help of crutches. Lying a month on the bed makes his body feel light and limp when having to tread with both feet as usual. He is like a toddler who is just starting to walk, even his head is dizzy when it comes to making balance.

“Slow-slow only. Don't force it,”saran papa while clutching Ryan's armpits to prop up.

“Looks like I need physiotherapy,Pa.”

“Definitely. Later in the afternoon the nurse will take you there.”

Three days of physiotherapy made Ryan gradually improve, now he can release the tools.

“Hore...I can walk again!”exclaim Ryan.

But the way it goes feels different, as if one leg is longer than the other, whether the left or right leg is shorter.

“Am I going to be a limp man?”ryan murmured while staring at the floor with a sad face.