H a l o

She lay on my operating table; my insides churned.  My thoughts mixed together; I was apprehensive.  All the negative thoughts surrounding her, and the question if she would live, weighed me down.  My hands lay flat on the table, next to her beautiful torso. I clenched them, feeling light-headed.  She was all I had ever sought after, all I had ever wanted to accomplish.  If her eyes did not open, my heart would break inside my chest. 

  Open your eyes, my lovely.  Live for me.  Please, please, my angel. 

  The life support machine beeped. She was alive.  She was a living person, but unresponsive.  Her chest inflated when she inhaled, and went down when she exhaled.  My heart skipped; there was a pressure on my chest and sweat gathered among my brow.  My greatest fear was that she would not wake; that she would never live to experience life as I wanted her too.  She was my greatest creation; she was far more advanced than a simple science fair project.  She was going to be a real, living person. 

  All was dark around me except for her. Lamps hung over our heads, illuminating our skin.  The lamp light enlightened her complexion, creating a somewhat transparent neon green look to her skin.  She was striking, even as a sewn up doll.

  Frustration and hopelessness slowly seeped into me; the thought of her never waking strangled me.  She had to; I did everything right.  Everything about her was fine; she was alive.  She just had to wake from her coma.  I unclenched my fists and looked down at my hands, blood gathering around the indents that I had been pressing my nails into.  I felt so unfinished, my vision blurred and tears pooled around my eye lids.  She was never going to open her eyes. It was all a waste of my time, my mind, and my heart. I shut my eyes tightly and silently sobbed.  My skin burned as each tear peeled from my eyes and slid down my cheeks.

  I heard a sudden cracking of a voice, as if someone was trying to speak but there was sand in their throat.  My heart stopped beating as I opened my eyes and looked down at her through my teary fog.  A grin played itself over my face and the happiest half hour of my life began.  Her mouth was open slightly and her eyes wide in fear.  Her irises resembled lime green jell-o: they caught me off guard.  The eyes that I had picked out for her were weren’t that green.  Perhaps it was the chemicals in her system that caused such a reaction.