Who Are You? (2)

Her vision blurred for a while before the face of Doctor Marcus came into focus. "How are you?"
Kelly nodded, circling her temples with her index fingers.
"I'm sorry Mrs Tan, if you don't mind, as I was saying just now..." he began, before Kelly held up her hand to hush him up.
"Anything that can bring him back, I will try."
"But there are risks you have to understand. This is still a relatively untried procedure, and the process is not as yet polished to perfection."
"What have I got to lose?" Kelly said, her voice choking. "I need him back. I really do."
Doctor Marcus's image began to distort again as she struggled to keep her eyes from blinking. However the tears that welled up at her eye stung and forced her eyelids to shut. Her tears cascaded down her cheeks as she felt her suppressed emotions liberate themselves. Doctor Marcus nodded in an expression of sympathetic understanding. "I will draft an email to Professor Shimiwaka and if all runs smoothly, I will be sending Keith over to Tokyo for the surgery."
Kelly cupped Doctor Marcus's hands and whispered a soft thank you, before pulling a piece of tissue from the box and began dabbing at her eyes.

II

24th July 2015
Kelly will always remember this date. At 9.18 am, Keith had stirred slightly in his bed after his week long coma.
"Oh Keith," she flung her arms around him and kissed him repeatedly. "Oh baby I missed you so much!"
She lay on his chest, feeling his sturdy chest heave up and down in a beautiful rhythm of a renewed hope. Suddenly, she shot straight up when she felt something wet on her hand.
Kelly looked up at the air conditioning pipes, scrutinising along the ceiling for any small crack that was the supposed source of the water droplet that fell on her hand. When she could not find any, she sat back down and rested her sight on her husband again. Keith was drooling, his saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, which now had an awkward shape to it.
"What is wrong baby? Talk to me! Stop making funny faces!"
Her cheeky smile cut itself short when she caught Keith staring at the ceiling. She shifted herself and cut her frame into his line of vision. She waved into the black pupil and saw her reflection wave back. Still, there was no reaction. The eyes just stared dead straight, unmoving and empty. An occasional blink was all that disrupted that trance. Kelly felt her heart sink into the hollows of her ribs and rubbing itself against the rough of the bones. She dropped back to her chair, feeling so much pain that she could not heave her body out of the slump.
At 11.45 am, the nurse carried a tray that held a bowl of porridge and a plate of cut fruit. Kelly snapped out of her daze and thanked the nurse. Dr Marcus had confirmed Keith to be incapable for any form of conscious response for a very optimistic estimate of the few months to come. However, deep inside Kelly knew what he really meant was that Keith will be a vegetable for the rest of his life unless she does something about it.
26th July 2015
Kelly was walking along the hospital corridor when Dr Marcus ran up to catch up with her. "Come, Mrs Tan! Professor Shiumiwaka just sent me his reply."
30th July 2015
Kelly leaned over and fastened Keith's seat belt. She pulled a napkin stuffed into her husband's collar and began wiping the line of saliva threatening to drip on his pants. She then nestled into her seat and let out an expectant breath. She really hoped this would work.
'Unchained Melody' was playing over the speakers. She had her arms draped over Keith's neck and their conjoined bodies were swaying in accordance to the beautiful melody that escaped from the innocuous black box. She closed in on Keith's face and kissed him on his lips. Keith sucked her deep into his mouth and darted his tongue deep into hers. She allowed her tongue to snake around his and then their lips parted, only to join again after the briefest of pauses. I love you , they whispered into each other's ears before Keith reached his hands beneath her silk dress. Kelly embroiled herself in a dizzying sense of total submission and allowed Keith to totally possess her.
"I'm sorry Madam!"
She opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a visibly embarrassed old man whom she had began stroking in the middle of her sleep. Kelly sat up straight and ironed her clothes with her palms, not knowing her face had turned a bright scarlet under the stares of the many passengers on the plane.