Her daughter

Fourteen

"Fuck it! It's never going to work the same!" I yelled as I threw the ball that I was supposed to be trying to squeeze but my hand wasn't budging.

It's been three months I'm able to lift my fingers enough to hold a small ball. And the Ilizarov frame is off my leg but it still doesn't work properly so I have to use crutches when I'm not in therapy or walking around on it for the hour I'm supposed to do each day.

"June. Try again. It's going to take practice." My therapist, Dr. Green tried to calm me.

"I have been practicing for the last three months just to get where my hands can barely squeeze a fucking ball!" I yelled.

"And that's great! Some people aren't even where you are right now! Just remember it takes time." Dr. Green said getting a new ball and putting it in my hand. I groaned as I looked at it. "Try to squeeze it." He ordered and I listened trying to squeeze it. My fingers barely moved only squeezing the ball a tiny bit.

"See I told you I can't do it!" I groaned. "Can I just go back to my room? I'm starving?" I asked. Dr. Green sighed but nodded.

"As long as you actually try tomorrow," he said and I nodded.

"I promise. I will." I sighed then got up and left. I walked back to my room so lost in thought that I almost bumped into Julia. She's not allowed to go back with me so she waits for me. Before Jules could say anything I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her that's all I wanted right now was to just hug her. I let out a breath of relief as she wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You okay?" Jules asked and I nodded. 

"Yeah," I mumbled and felt her smile. Julia kissed my forehead and looked at me in the eyes.

"How was it?" She asked referring to Therapy. 

"Terrible. Dr. Greens trying to get me to squeeze a ball. I can't do it." I scoffed walking over and sitting on my bed.

"Or you just keep telling yourself that. The more you tell yourself that the more you believe it." She said sitting down beside me. I rolled my eyes and looked at my right hand. 

"Why would I want to not be able to make my hand work? That's all I want." I sighed. 

"Because you don't want to move on. You're scared that if you get your hand working and go back out to the real world it's just going to be all terrible again." Julia whispered grabbing my hand and kissing it to keep me calm while she tells the truth she always did that and it always worked but this time it didn't and I have no idea why.

"What? You think I'm scared? Please." I scoffed. "I've been through worse." I mumbled. 

"June." Julia whispered trying to get me to admit I was scared. But I'm not.

"Jules I'm not scared." I said standing up and crossing my arms. 

"June. Calm down." Julia said. 

"No! You think I'm scared of going out in the real world! I'm not by the way! My hand just wont fucking work!" I yelled.

"Ju"

"No! Before you say anything I'm. Not. Scared. I've already gone through everything the world can make me go through! There's no reason for me to be scared!" I explained. I started feeling dizzy as I got angrier by the second. I don't know why I got so pissed off she was just trying to help.

"June. You need to sit down." Julia told me but my stubborn self shook my head. 

"No! I'm fine! I don't need your help!" I yelled as I stumbled back. Jules immediately stood up noticing my dizziness. She tried to reach for me but I pulled back. "No!" I fell forward making Julia catch me. I heard her yell for help and then everything went black. 

I woke up to the annoying beeping sound like normal. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I flinched when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my stomach. 

"What the fuck." I mumbled and felt around my stomach noticing my scar from the kidney surgery re-opened. Julia wasn't anywhere in sight and I immediately felt bad from earlier I was being a bitch. 

The door opened and Dr. Wood walked in smiling when she saw me awake. "Hey there." She greeted.

"What happened?" I asked. 

"Your kidney failure came back from all the stress. I'm sorry we didn't catch it sooner after not getting anything from it for two months I thought it was fine but I guess not." She informed and I groaned. "But! We got you a new kidney so try to keep the stress as minimal! Well as good as yo an in here." She informed and I let out a sigh of relief.  'so what for nothing to be scared of.'

"Thank you... Er wheres Julia?" I asked biting my lip out of nervousness.

"Oh! Right! She told me to tell you once you woke up that she went home for a couple hours she has to get more stuff and Elizabeth needed her for something." She informed and I nodded. Julia's pissed at me that's all I could think. 

"Okay thanks." I mumbled as Dr. Woods started checking the machines and me. Once she was done she looked at me. 

"Try to move around some but not to quickly it could"

"reopen my stitches. I know." I smirked as Dr. Woods rolled her eyes. 

"Have a good day June."

"You too."

Later that night I was about to fall asleep when the door quietly open I kept my eyes shut just listening to the noises. I heard somebody that's most likely Julia putting a bag down she then came over and kissed my forehead. 

"Goodnight my love." She whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at her, exhaustively. 

"Jules?" I asked. 

"Hm?" she questioned.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I shouldn't have just gone off like that. I was being a total bitch."

"Don't call yourself that!" She scolded making me chuckle but then groan when I felt a sharp pain through my stomach. 

"Really. I'm sorry." I said grabbing her hand and locking eyes with her. My eyes started tearing up "Your right. I'm really scared. I'm terrified of going back out to the real world. All its ever done to me is treat me like shit." I whispered trying to not let the tears fall.

"Aw baby. Its okay. I'm right here and not letting anything else bad happen to you! I promise!" Jules promised wiping away a tear that I didn't notice fell.

"Okay." I smiled when I thought of something. "Cuddles?" I asked scooting over so she could get in the bed. I saw her thinking about it obviously not wanting to hurt me. "Get in the bed! I'll be fine." I demanded making her smile and get in. For the rest of the night we cuddled and talked about what were going to do when I leave the hospital.

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