Chronicles of a Time Travelling Typist: Chapter 3

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I rushed into my room. Exasperated for breath but deeply hurt and frustrated by what I saw. What I witnessed. Now I knew the truth. The truth to almost everything.

But in a way, I was happy that I prevented it from happening.

Excited, I rushed to the Time Machine to see a new note on it. This time it read, “3 more events to go.”

I sat on my study table and thought for an event to choose this time. So much had happened. But I thought hard. And came to a conclusion to an event which started it all..


My twin brother was born on the same day as me just 45 minutes apart. Three days after the both of us were born, we were both diagnosed with jaundice. I recuperated, but he just got worst. The doctors had to do a blood transfusion in order to keep him alive 3 days after he was born.


But I guess, as the old saying goes, “Fate rolled it’s dice”. The doctors couldn’t find my brother’s blood group and they ended up mixing the other blood groups into him to keep him alive.


He survived but it came with a price. He became disabled for the rest of his life.


Nearly half of my childhood was spent from going to one specialist to another, from one temple to another, from one shaman to another but no one could cure him. No one could do anything. He would lead the rest of his life disabled. Unable to walk or speak.


I got up, punched in “22nd September 1986, Maternity Ward, the Seremban General Hospital, 9.05pm” I remember the time and date because my mum kept telling me stories about this event. In a way, it got programmed into my head.


I could see the other side of the door getting brighter. I opened the door walked out.



The lights were turned off as I closed the door behind me and slowly made my way into the maternity ward. I was back 3 days after I was born in the year 1986.

The hospital seemed different. A little dodgier compared to now. Much more dark and sombre. At that precise moment, my back pocket started to swell. I could feel it getting heavier. And this time, I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I was ready for it.

A small warm bag emerged from my pocket as I quickly grabbed it before it fell to the floor. It was a bag filled with blood, the kind that nurses use during a blood donation drive. It had the label “O” on it. My twin brother’s blood group type.

I could hear moans and groans from several patients as I steadily made my way to find my mum’s bed, making sure I did not make too much noise, in case I alerted the babies or the tired mothers.

I tried searching for my mum’s bed but it was too dark to see.

So I slowly made my way to the only source of light that was emanating in that ward, the head nurse’s table. The table was situated in the middle of the ward.

The timing of my arrival was perfect as no one appeared to be there, so I quickly grabbed my chance, took the blue file which was on the table and started looking for my mum’s name.

In a matter of minutes I found it. Her bed was at the end of the ward.

I closed the book, held the bag of blood in my hand and took a deep breath. I was going to meet my mum, myself and my twin brother of 24 years ago.

I walked past a few more beds. Everything was dark save from the light from the moon that shone through the windows.

As I approached my mum’s bed, I could see, or in this case, hear her stirring in her sleep. I studied her bed and my eyes chanced upon a tiny bed next to her’s.

And that’s when I saw my self and my twin bro.

We were both placed, cuddled together in a tiny little bed. Both of us fast asleep.

I didn’t know how to wake her up from her sleep, so I coughed.

My mum adjusted herself and rose from her bed as she thought I was one of the nurses. She blinked a few times. She was beautiful, no wrinkles nothing. Her hair a little messy, and she had puffy eyes. But still beautiful as ever.

“My son… the second one…” She started.

“I know” I replied. “He’s not drinking any milk.”

She stared at me in silence. “How do you know?”

Since she thought I was a nurse, I played along. “Because I’m a doctor. I just came to check on them.”

She smiled, but rather nervously. She seemed anxious, stressed out, depressed, scared, everything.

“The second one’s not drinking milk. I tried but he just doesn’t want to drink…” She said slowly.

“I know.” I stared at both the infants and I felt the warmth of the bag of blood in my hands.

“He’s about to to contract jaundice as well.” was my answer.

My mum stared at me. I knew she was scared so I sat on the bed next to her.

“Listen, I’ll tell you everything that will happen.” I took a deep breath and continued, “The elder one contracts jaundice but he’ll be fine if you put him under the sun for a few hours. However, the second one’s only going to get worst.”

I could see the fear in her eyes. “However, there’s nothing to fear. Doctors will do a blood transfusion. They have to do it because if they don’t, the jaundice will affect the brain, and this boy’s going to die.”

I took a deep breath. I felt like smoking. I felt very nervous but I just had no choice but to tell her everything in detail. I didn’t want to mess this event.

“And that’s the reason I’m here. I’ve learnt that he’s from the “O” blood group type. And this blood group type is very difficult one to be found.”

I could feel the warm blood in the bag jiggling inside.

“Which is precisely why I’m here to pass you this.” I passed her the warm blood. She held it with her two hands. “Keep it with you, you will need it today as the blood transfusion takes place today.”

There was silence as she tried absorbing whatever I said.

“You mean it takes place now?”

“Any moment.” The moment I said that, the main door of the ward opened. In walked a bunch of nurses pushing a trolley packed with syringes and medical paraphernalia along with a doctor. They walked silently in the hallway and the only sound that could be heard were the creaking of the trolley being pushed and their light footsteps.

I turned and looked at my mum. “Remember to pass the doctor the blood.”

We both looked at each other’s eyes for a few seconds. Then I said, “They’re both going to be fine.”

I smiled and winked and turned the knob of the door closest to my mum’s bed and exited into the bright light.

As I exited, I could see and hear my mum telling the doctor about me. A few of the nurses nodded. My brother’s going to lead a normal life.


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