Save Me

Chapter 8

“Good morning, hun.” The nurse greeted the groggy Michaella who was just waking up in the middle of the morning. She still found waking up in the sterile room weird because of how much the scent of rubbing alcohol and antiseptics lingered in the air.

She was going to be discharged today together with Eric. She was glad to be out of the hospital but it worried her that she had nothing completely in her name. Not even a dollar was in her pockets. She didn’t know what Eric or Tsukauchi’s plans for them. They were not going to kick them out on the streets, right?

She groaned while she rubbed her eyes with balled fists. The half-awake girl mumbled a good morning back to the nurse who put a bunch of folded clothes on the side of the bed. She stared at the fabrics and blinked slowly, trying to digest what was happening with her currently slow brain.

“Congratulations on getting discharged, honey.” The nurse smiled at her and pointed to the bathroom connected in her room. ”Go take a shower now and here’s a change of clothes given by Eraserhead.”

Oh? Eraserhead gave it to her? That was kind of unexpected. She would have guessed that it was from Tsukauchi since it was more likely considering their personalities. Well, based on what Michaella’s views on them anyway.

“Thank you.” She stifled a yawn. “Will Eric also be discharged?”

The nurse stopped on her tracks with a solemn expression. She regarded Michaella for a second before tilting her head to the side.

“Eric is the blond man with blue eyes, correct?” She asked with a soft voice.

Michaella looked at her with questioning eyes. The nurse’s shoulders drooped and sadness reflected in her eyes with pity. Michaella’s forehead wrinkled as she tried to decipher why the female made such expression toward her.

“Yes.”

“Oh…” The nurse pressed her lips into a thin line and gestured to the bathroom. “Take a shower first, hun. We’ll go to Eric after.”

Michaella could only give the female an affirmative sound, confused why the nurse just didn’t answer her question and be on her way but she didn’t voice it out. She grabbed the clothes and hugged it on the way to the bathroom. She took a thorough shower, scrunching her nose up at the unfamiliar smell of the products she used on her hair and skin.

Once she finished washing herself up, she wore the clothes that were given to her. It was simple, a contrast to what she usually wore, correction, what Alexander preferred her to wear. It consisted of a set of underwear that made her eyebrows shot to her hairline at the thought of the gruff man buying such pieces, a plain colored shirt and jeans.

She remembered seeing her still intact and undamaged heeled boots by the door so she figured that she didn’t need a new set of footwear. She came out of the shower while softly scrunching her hair with the towel. The shower sure made her feel clean and brand new. A refreshing feeling that she certainly appreciated.

She hanged the towel on the back of the chair after drying her hair, well technically it was not drying when she just made sure that her hair was dry enough that there where no droplets of water sliding from her hair to her shirt. She found a comb and picked it up to run through her tangled hair, mindful of the knots that hurt when the teeth of the comb gets caught up.

The door opened and she turned to face the female nurse from before. She gave her a melancholic look before gesturing for her to follow her which she did after wearing her boots. Michaella scanned the hospital’s corridor and sometimes sent a smile to the kids that she passed by, some were patients some were visitors.