What Goes Around, Comes Around

‘What goes around, comes around,’ Joseph gave a forced laugh. His creased eyes swelled with tears as he watched the white, boring ceiling above him.

He was in a cage; in a cage he could never escape. A cage named Hospital.

His pulse rate was increasing rapidly, everything in front of his eyes got blurry. Perhaps because he was trying to blink back his tears. But they eventually found their way out of his eyes, towards his ears…

Never in his whole life had he said no to anyone in need. Then why? Why was such that he had gotten such a punishment? He had been there when his friends had desired help, when they were dying, he saved them, he made them stronger.

Today, he was dying, but no one cared.

No one.

Not a single soul.

He looked around his ward for the tenth time, hoping to at least see his best-friend. He had no wife, no children, the only people he had in this world were friends.

Friends? No, Pretend-Friends.

On one hand, he was being given glucose, and on the other, he was being given blood. The doctor’s blood. He felt hot tears form in his eyes and fall in his ears again, faintly, he rubbed them with his blanket.

None of his friends remembered him now, none of them came to the hospital when the news that he, Joseph was dying. He didn’t have blood, until, the Doctor had pity on him, and gave Joseph his own blood.

“N-NONE OF YOU!” He yelled aloud, anger boiling inside him, his eyes were red and lower lip was shivering. He remembered the scene like it was yesterday, come to think of it, it was yesterday.

He had been sitting by the side of his dying friend, having giving him a quarter of his blood, doctors declined to take more, he remembered that sparkle in his friend, Clove’s tears. He saw them trickling down his cheek, reaching his ears, they were unstoppable.

“Clove. Be strong. You need only half a liter more blood. It isn’t much. The doctors are trying. They are,” Joseph whispered in his ears, but he was pretty sure the Clove had noticed the uncertainty in his voice.

“Oh, Joseph, leave me to die…” Clove looked at the dark red blood bag dangling over him…it was almost over…If he didn’t manage to get more blood in the next half-hour, Clove would die.

Biting his lower lip, Joseph ran out of the room as fast as his legs would take him, passing white and blue blurs.

“Doctor, I’d like to donate half a liter blood today, now!” He roared, his body shaking with fear. Fear that Clove would…no, he couldn’t let that thought form in his mind.

“But-”

“NOW!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

“Shall I do it myself?”

“Please-”

Joseph had threatened the doctor to taking the syringe and jabbing it into himself when the doctor finally agreed.

“Alright,” he shivered “L-Let’s do it…”

Soon after, Clove came out, running towards Joseph. It was a miracle, an hour ago, he was laying feeble on his bed, and soon after getting the blood, he seemed like an athlete.

“Thanks,” Clove hugged Joseph

And now, when he, Joseph was in need of blood, due to giving too much, none of his friends had come to save him, not even a call…

“Ha!” He forced a laugh again, waiting for his life to end, counting his last heartbeats, remembering those cherished moments with his friends, wondering whether he’d go to hell or to heaven when-

Someone…

Someone wiped his tears…

Someone wiped his tears and said “What Goes around, Comes Around.”