My mom works in a hospital as a nurse-midwife here in Manila, and because of this, I was used to seeing a hospital and everything in it-- I mean EVERYTHING. As I said in my previous story here, I have had my 'gift' ever since I can remember although I can only have the best of them by seeing them and never speaking nor hearing them.
One night, I was with my mom in the hospital because she was on her PM shift and I had no one at home (my dad was a seaman and I was the only child back then). My mom was working in the delivery room, so she let me stay in the labor room (the labor and delivery room of the hospital were separated) and have me study for my test the next day. I remember, I was with one patient and she was sleeping. I was reading from my Science textbook when I saw a man, wearing jeans and a shirt, walk in the labor room. He sat beside the bed of the patient, held her hand, but never spoke. I just watched him as he did whatever he was doing, but I was kind of wondering as well, why the patient wasn't waking up.Well, I never did bother myself, and I soon found myself reading again. After about 3 more minutes, I noticed the man standing in front of me. I was surprised at first but he smiled at me. I smiled back, then I returned with my book. After a few seconds, he was still in front of me. I looked up at him with wonderment and he smiled again, this time, he stretched out his hand and gave me a white rose. I held the rose, looked at it for a second, and when I looked up, he was gone. I shrugged the whole idea of him disappearing, closed my book and finally fell asleep.
I was woken by my mom the next morning and told me it was time to go home. When I fixed my things, I found the rose and remembered about the man the night before. I also saw the patient awake. I then asked her if she knew the man who went in last night. She said that there was no man last night. I told her everything the man did- how he held her hand, he looked at her and how he stayed beside her. The woman cried even before I finished my story. I felt sorry for her though I don't know why she cried. I then gave her the rose and told her she could stop crying. Upon seeing the rose, she hugged me tight and thanked me. As curious as I was, I asked her why she is thanking me.
The patient then smiled even with all the tears and said: "It was my husband you saw last night. He died of car accident the night I was about to tell him I was pregnant. He knows I love white roses and his smile."