Eyes

Step Two

Arc: Level C [Continued]

August 22 *26 years ago*

David's POV

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    The only noise I managed to hear year after year. But it's not like I could help it. It was the only thing that could assure that I am alive, essentially.

    As I stared off into space, the nurse that was responsible for me walked up to the vital signs monitor with a clip board in her hand. "Hello, David!" she says with a smile. "How are you feeling today?"

    I remain silent for a few seconds as I leave my trance, and face her. "Ah," I begin to nod my head. "I'm feeling good today."

    "That's good." She looks at the monitor and write down my vital signs, as she does every day. "It feels like yesterday when you last got your haircut, but your hair is growing already."

    I nervously chuckle as I drag my finger down my hair that managed to touch past my shoulders. "You're right. It does grow quickly. Maybe I'll stop getting it cut."

    "Long hair fits you!" she adds as she laughs. Once she finishes, she walks closer to me, and sits on the chair beside my hospital bed. "So I'll tell your father's secretary about this, but the doctor really thinks that you're ready to leave. You're doing a lot better compared to when you were first admitted here."

    I nod my head. "I have been feeling better."

    Just at the beginning of 6th grade was when I was brought here. 3 years I've been in here, and I suppose it was finally the moment for me to be let out.

    "I'd say in about a month, we can let you go," she begins, "we just need to make sure everything's good. Then you'll be out just in time for 9th grade!"

    I smile. "I suppose so..."

    The main reason I had to remain at the hospital was that I suffer from a disorder that brought me severe energy deficiency. This meant that I couldn't walk on my own, I lost weight involuntary, and a bunch of other stuff. And the most concerning part was that barely any of the doctors could figure out exactly what my problem was.

    Though somehow, they figured out how to treat me. Perhaps they found out what I suffered from, though barely anyone told me, mostly likely 'cause I wouldn't understand. At least not yet.

    Now, I can walk own my own, or at least mostly on my own. I often use a cane, though I feel as if I'll reach a point where I won't need it anymore. I haven't been loosing as much weight involuntary, though the doctors have still expressed that I'm severely underweight, so I suppose that's the only thing I really need to work on.

    "Don't worry, David." She flips through her papers before giving me one last smile. "Angela is waiting outside, so I'll let her in now. I have to go, but I'll be back to check on you."

    Angela, my father's secretary, often came to see how I was doing. I suppose to update my father since he was mostly busy with the business.

    As soon as the nurse leaves, Angela enters with the door opened for her. "Hello, David." I wave. "How are you feeling?"

    I look past her to see if anyone else was coming in. "I'm feeling better," I answer. "My... father said he was coming today, right?"

    "Ah," she whispers. "Today doesn't seem to be a good day for him. So I'm back here with you again."

    I look at her for a couple of seconds before sighing. "You... said that last week, Angela."

    She walks up to me, and sits on the chair as she grabs and begins to rub my hands. "I'm sorry, David," she whispers. "He'll come in soon, don't worry."