Chris dan saya cuba sedaya-upaya untuk membantu memulihkan keadaan tetapi ia menjadi teruk. Kita tidak dapat mengambil kenyataan bahawa Danial akan di hantar ke rumah sakit orang gila. Kita tidak pernah putus asa dan kita tetap membayar bil ubat dan kounsel. Beberapa minggu berlalu, tiada kemajuan. Akhirnya, Chris tidak ada harapan untuk Danial yang dia akan sembuh dari kegilaannya dan mengambil keputusan untuk berhenti mendapatkan rawatan yang mahal. “Tiada maknanya untuk menerusi rawatan ini. Kita tahu yang Danial tidak boleh disembuh lagi. Apabila dia kata sebegitu, aku hendak memarahinya kerana berputus asa untuk menolong kawan karib. Saya bersedia untuk memarahinya tetapi saya tahu saya tidak boleh cakap apa-apa kerana saya berasa sebegitu juga. Selepas kita berhenti rawatan Danial, Chris dan saya tidak begitu erat. Kita berputus hubungan dan tidak berbicara dengan satu sama lain. Sebulan kemudian, Chris dan saya mesti pergi ke hospital untuk membayar bil Danial dan walaupun sebegitu kita masih berbual. Saya berasa Chris benci saya kerana kalau bukan saya yang membantu, Danial tidak akan berada dalam keadaan ini. Saya masih ingat hari dimana kita bertiga keluar bermain bola sepak…
"Romeo, jangan! It's too dangerous. We can do that when it turns red!" Danial shouted. I did not listen to him, I continued dashing down the slope, heading towards the long stretch of road. I could see Danial and Chris chasing after me, trying to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. At that time, I thought that it was not a big deal. Although the traffic light still showed green, there were no cars passing by and decided to just retrieve the soccer ball before any cars could flatten it. I was already reaching the road when Danial pulled my shirt so hard that I almost fell backwards. I decided not to retaliate against him and stood at my current position, panting. Danial was now in front of me, eyes full of anger. He was about to reprimand me but a speeding car did not allow him to say anything. I did not realise Danial was standing on the road, neither did he. Everything happened so quickly, one moment he was there and a few seconds later, he was gone. I still vividly remember Chris shouting in agony when he saw his friend being run over. I stood there, horror took over my whole being and the only words I could think of was, "It's my fault".
I shook the horrific memory out of my head as the hospital came into view. It had been months since the last time I was here and all the memories suddenly rushed back into my head. All those scenes of Danial, slowly losing his mind day by day and the faith that was gradually lost as we saw our friend in a helpless condition. I placed myself in Danial's position. To see my friends giving up on me, I felt guilty and mean. Chris and I should have still visited him, despite how worthless the visits would have been.
"What? How could it be? There weren't any signs of brain damage at all! If there were, why wasn't I informed?" I complained. The receptionist looked at me, confused. She took out some papers from a drawer and told me that Chris said to the hospital that there was only a need to call him and that I should not be bothered. I took that information in and did not recall on telling him anything about me not wanting to be 'bothered'. I still could not believe that Danial had developed a tumor in his brain and the removal of the tumor was not successful and caused his brain to be damaged. He only lived for two months after the operation, the doctors said that he slowly bled to death. I started to wonder why Chris would take my name off the contact list and just made me seem unimportant. I was there for Danial, I was at his side and I did whatever I could to help him. I decided not to make things worse with my friendship with Chris so I just went to the cemetery.
I bought some flowers from the cemetery shop and placed it on Danial's grave. I kneeled down and prayed for Danial and just stayed at that postition, thinking about all the times Danial looked out for me. I always saw Danial as an older brother and losing him was really hard to cope with. As I was about to leave, I saw Chris walking towards the grave and he did not realise I was there until I stood up. He looked at me for a moment and turned towards the grave placing his flowers. I saw a tear rolling down his cheek and I decided to stay there with him and to just share the moment with him. I gave a pat on his shoulder and he turned towards me and gave me a weak smile. Both of us just stayed there, taking in the moment and we knew that we were all we had left of Danial.
Chris dan saya cuba sedaya-upaya untuk membantu memulihkan keadaan tetapi ia menjadi teruk. Kita tidak dapat mengambil kenyataan bahawa Danial akan di hantar ke rumah sakit orang gila. Kita tidak pernah putus asa dan kita tetap membayar bil ubat dan kounsel. Beberapa minggu berlalu, tiada kemajuan. Akhirnya, Chris tidak ada harapan untuk Danial yang dia akan sembuh dari kegilaannya dan mengambil keputusan untuk berhenti mendapatkan rawatan yang mahal. “Tiada maknanya untuk menerusi rawatan ini. Kita tahu yang Danial tidak boleh disembuh lagi. Apabila dia kata sebegitu, aku hendak memarahinya kerana berputus asa untuk menolong kawan karib. Saya bersedia untuk memarahinya tetapi saya tahu saya tidak boleh cakap apa-apa kerana saya berasa sebegitu juga. Selepas kita berhenti rawatan Danial, Chris dan saya tidak begitu erat. Kita berputus hubungan dan tidak berbicara dengan satu sama lain. Sebulan kemudian, Chris dan saya mesti pergi ke hospital untuk membayar bil Danial dan walaupun sebegitu kita masih berbual. Saya berasa Chris benci saya kerana kalau bukan saya yang membantu, Danial tidak akan berada dalam keadaan ini. Saya masih ingat hari dimana kita bertiga keluar bermain bola sepak…
"Romeo, jangan! It's too dangerous. We can do that when it turns red!" Danial shouted. I did not listen to him, I continued dashing down the slope, heading towards the long stretch of road. I could see Danial and Chris chasing after me, trying to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. At that time, I thought that it was not a big deal. Although the traffic light still showed green, there were no cars passing by and decided to just retrieve the soccer ball before any cars could flatten it. I was already reaching the road when Danial pulled my shirt so hard that I almost fell backwards. I decided not to retaliate against him and stood at my current position, panting. Danial was now in front of me, eyes full of anger. He was about to reprimand me but a speeding car did not allow him to say anything. I did not realise Danial was standing on the road, neither did he. Everything happened so quickly, one moment he was there and a few seconds later, he was gone. I still vividly remember Chris shouting in agony when he saw his friend being run over. I stood there, horror took over my whole being and the only words I could think of was, "It's my fault".
I shook the horrific memory out of my head as the hospital came into view. It had been months since the last time I was here and all the memories suddenly rushed back into my head. All those scenes of Danial, slowly losing his mind day by day and the faith that was gradually lost as we saw our friend in a helpless condition. I placed myself in Danial's position. To see my friends giving up on me, I felt guilty and mean. Chris and I should have still visited him, despite how worthless the visits would have been.
"What? How could it be? There weren't any signs of brain damage at all! If there were, why wasn't I informed?" I complained. The receptionist looked at me, confused. She took out some papers from a drawer and told me that Chris said to the hospital that there was only a need to call him and that I should not be bothered. I took that information in and did not recall on telling him anything about me not wanting to be 'bothered'. I still could not believe that Danial had developed a tumor in his brain and the removal of the tumor was not successful and caused his brain to be damaged. He only lived for two months after the operation, the doctors said that he slowly bled to death. I started to wonder why Chris would take my name off the contact list and just made me seem unimportant. I was there for Danial, I was at his side and I did whatever I could to help him. I decided not to make things worse with my friendship with Chris so I just went to the cemetery.
I bought some flowers from the cemetery shop and placed it on Danial's grave. I kneeled down and prayed for Danial and just stayed at that postition, thinking about all the times Danial looked out for me. I always saw Danial as an older brother and losing him was really hard to cope with. As I was about to leave, I saw Chris walking towards the grave and he did not realise I was there until I stood up. He looked at me for a moment and turned towards the grave placing his flowers. I saw a tear rolling down his cheek and I decided to stay there with him and to just share the moment with him. I gave a pat on his shoulder and he turned towards me and gave me a weak smile. Both of us just stayed there, taking in the moment and we knew that we were all we had left of Danial.