Monologue Of Orvil Red Feathers

I sat on the hard hospital chair, head down, staring blankly at the tiled floor. Orvil Red Feather. Orvil Red Feather. The name spun through my head like a tornado. Orvil Red Feather. Orvil Red Feather. The name of my grandchild whom I have yet to meet. Orvil Red Feather. Orvil Red Feather. The son of my daughter who killed herself. Orvil Red Feather. Orvil Red Fea- My thoughts froze as I heard the doctor talking to Opal next to me. I sat, unmoving, listening to the doctor, praying for a glimmer of hope that Orvil would survive. “I have to be honest with you Ms.-” He hesitated for a moment, “Ms. Viola Bear - Shield. Thankfully the bullet has not damaged any vital organs, however Orvil has sustained a lot of blood-loss.” “Will Orvil survive?” Opal
I burrowed my head with my hands pressing against my head. My heart felt hot, boiling in anguish, in pain. My body urged me to drink. A single drink to relieve me of this fu**ing pain. Except it couldn’t be. Nothing could take this pain away. This feeling of loneliness. The sadness of being absent for my grandson’s life, only to return, back in a hospital, praying for the life of someone who might as well see me as a stranger. Tears spill from my eyes, falling from my hands, dripping to the ground. My head lit on fire, like a blazing inferno fueled by grief and despair, consuming me from within with its searing agony. At this moment, time seemed to stretch endlessly, each heartbeat echoing like a drumbeat of uncertainty. Orvil's life hangs in the balance, a fragile thread stretched thin between hope and despair. Lifting my head up, I turned to face Loother and Loney, my other grandsons. Their appearance matched their picture perfectly. One of them looked like a perfect mix of Jamie, Vicky and I, while the other one looked like a replica of Jamie at that age. Both of them embraced each other, crying to each other, praying for their brothers life. I tore my gaze