Title: The Art of Miracle

Disclaimer: Use of GCSE 'O' Level past year question. I do not own the question itself but I own the story.

Summary: A story where miracle occurred to this young girl that was in the hospital.

Story:

Her life clung tenaciously at the end of a respirator. She was still unconscious and had to be helped to breathe. With her life just at the edge of the cliff, miracle was the only thing that the people closest to her prayed for. They had waited, patiently and anxiously, outside her room. Waiting for her to wake up from her 'sleep', waiting desperately for 'God' to return her to them. Yes, miracle had always been the only hope for those in their shoes. Who would want someone close to them to lose the grip of their life time? The girl's had already left. The mother had cried her tears dried and nearly lost her voice in the process. The father, though continued to carry an emotionless expression, consoled the mother all day long, telling her he was as worried-sick as she was, but was out of no use.

'What is the possibility of the girl surviving?' The father asked, consoling the wife while asking me, earlier that day. I shook my head helplessly and gave him a simple answer. It's up to the girl to decide. How could I bear to tell them that the possibility of their daughter surviving was less than I expected? 'Please help her.' I remembered how the mother had practically fallen to her knees, begging and pleading me to save her only daughter. I felt my heart soften and beating in pain. I was as helpless as she was. Her eyes were filled with sadness, swollen from all her crying. 'I will try.' That was the only answer I gave her. I could guarantee nothing but I could, at least, try to keep her alive.

I went into that dark room of hers. She laid there emotionless. Her eyes were closed and her expression was so peaceful. Her heartbeat was normal, everything looked so normal for her. However, there was only one thing that was not. She had yet to come around. The moonlight had deliberately shone onto her face, revealing that badly injured face of hers. I brushed her hair aside and imagined the delicate face of her before what had happened to her. Then thoughts pondered me again. What had actually happened to this beautiful lady? There were bruises and broken bones all over her. What was worst, her brain was also badly damage due to heavy impact caste upon it. Did she get herself involved in a fight? She looked too innocent for that. Or was she attacked? I didn't know. No one was sure what had happened to her. Only she, herself, knew. That was why they needed her to regain her conscious. As her doctor, my duty was to make sure she stays alive till then.

I took a chair and sat down beside her bed. I stared into the dark sky outside. Everything looked resoundingly quiet outside. I started to ponder if miracle does exist. If miracle does exist, why did some of the patients under coma have yet to be 'revived'? If miracle does exist, why did some of them have to pass away in their state of coma? If miracle does exist, why didn't the girl wake up just yet?

Just then, the cracking sound produced by the opening of the door snapped me right out of my deep thoughts. I turned over to the door, only to find it slightly ajar. Thinking that it was due to the wind, I walked over and closed it. It was almost at that instant, I felt my eyes growing heavier. Maybe I should get some rest. I thought to myself. I let out a sigh and looked over to the girl again. A sudden chill went up my spine for what I saw.

The girl was no longer alone. Another girl was accompanying her, sitting on her bed right beside her. She was dressed in total white. The surrounding air became so still. The 'girl' did not radiate a creepy or cold feeling, but a peaceful and warm one instead. As weird as it seems, that other 'girl' smiled mildly at the girl. Her eyes looked so gentle. I rubbed my eyes hard as I could hardly believe my eyes. Was my eye playing with me or was I imaging things? The 'girl' seemed to have noticed me staring at her as she 'walked' over to me. I was totally grounded to the spot; my mind just shut off and stopped functioning. 'Do not have to worry now. I had returned her back to you people. She would soon wake up.' The 'girl' told me with, what seems to me was a smile on her face. The next thing I knew was pitch-darkness before me.

I woke up the next morning when the nurse came in and called me. I gathered myself up and found myself actually lying beside the girl. I thought of what happened last night. Was it a dream? It looked too real to be a dream. I remembered what the 'girl' said and I glared over at the girl. She was still in her original state. Nothing had changed from yesterday. Getting myself up and turning to leave, when out of the blue, the nurse let out a cry. I spun around to find her, almost as shocked as I was when I saw the situation, staring at the girl with her mouth wide-opened. I looked over. The girl had waked up! Her weak yet shiny eyes were looking over at me. Immediately as it seems I called the nurse to call for more help and informing the parents as well while I started my day work again. Whoever that 'girl' was from last night, I could only say: She is really the art of miracle.