Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4127458-20150509020105

There is an article already up, but I'm not sure how I feel with this micropasta still.

I am deaf. I cannot hear at all.

I am in the hospital with my four year old little sister and mother. We are waiting for my brother to wake up from the surgery for his heart. They said he should wake up very soon, and would be completely normal. My mom hand signals me that she needs to go get water, and to watch my sister. I nod.

She takes her leave, and I sit back. Then there came a sound.

Tap. tap.

It was coming from the door where my brother was. I was shocked-- I could hear?

“What?”

I felt the vibration of that word, but couldn’t hear it. Frightened, I poked my sister.

“...?!” she said something, but I couldn’t read her lips.

“What was that noise?” I asked.

She turned around for me to read her lips.

“You can hear it too?! That’s brother!” She looked so excited.

Knock. knock.

The noise grew louder. Each knock grew and grew. My sister’s grin grew and grew as the sound increased. Eventually, a doctor came out, not noticing anything, as my mom rounded the corner with a cup of water. I read from his lips the unheard words over the knocking.

“Your-- KNOCK-- Son-- KNOCK- Is--KNOCK ready-- KNOCK-- to see--KNOCK-- you.”

My mom smiles, and hand signals my sister and I over. Then clear as day, there came explosions coming from the other side.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

No one else but my sister hears the door rumble and pound. She laughs with joy.

“Brother! Brother! Brother is here at the door!”

My mom smiles at her and pulls it open to reveal our brother standing right outside the door frame with an IV stuck in his arm. My mom is shocked. He's looking down.

For some reason, I could hear his heart beat... 