What to do with my undead mother

Chapter 6 Dana

Why today? Why not tomorrow or the next day. Today just had to be the day Molly slip on a bucket.
I hurriedly carry Molly to a chair and walk up to the front desk. There was lady with a name tag that says, "Mrs. Larson". "Hello. How may I help you?" Her eyes don't look up from the papers she is filling out. "Um, yes." I answer. "My sister hurt her leg." Her eyes glance up and she notices how young I look. I can't help that I'm short and skinny. I probably look like I'm ten. Anyway, Mrs. Larson chuckles. "Sweetie, since you're pretty young, I'll check over her. Where is your sister." I can tell she thinks we were playing in the yard and she scraped her knee. I point to Beth. "See that girl right there that looks like she has pretty good health?" I ask. She nods her head. "Well, she's not the one you're looking after. The one your looking at is the young lady to her right." I'm now pointing to Molly. Her leg is now a deep red with a dark purple spot in the middle. Mrs. Larson's eyes widen. It looks like she almost faints. "I'll show you to your room."
Mrs. Larson quickly grabs a wheelchair for Molly and leaves to prepare a room for us. "Alright, let's get this over with." I begin to announce to everyone. "We have a new mission: taking care of Molly." I start to scribble a plan on the back of the map I packed. "Sammie, you are Molly's traveler and caretaker. Anything she wants, you have to get. Anywhere she wants to go to, you have to take her. Do you think you can handle that?" Sammie salutes mockingly. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." I roll my eyes. Sammie is so sarcastic these days. I turn myself at Beth. "Beth, you are responsible for telling mom what happened and why we're late. Got it?" She just glares at me. "Whatever." she mutters. I'll deal with her later. "Finally, Caleb. You're Molly's playmate. Whenever she's bored, it is YOUR job play games with her." He starts to smile. "I can do that!" Finally, somebody is willing to help besides me. "Alright, then. Let's go." We wheel Molly into the room. It has pink walls with flowers. There are books next to the bed she is supposed to lay down in. A television is set right above the doorway (it seems like a dangerous place to put a TV at. What if it falls on the doctor's head when he enters?). DVDs are on the counter next to the doors. It is QUITE a surprise it's a doctor's office and not a little girl's room. Sammie lifts Molly onto the bed and I tuck her in. "The doctor will be with you in about ten or fifteen minutes, Miss Robinson, though he may be a little late." Mrs. Larsen announces as she exits the room. "Please, call me Dana." She gasps loudly in disgust. "Miss Robinson is fine with me. Miss Robinson will be fine with you." I sigh as she exits. I'm not sure I like Mrs. Larson. I hate my last name: Robinson. Dana Robinson. Dana Smith sounds better. So does Caleb Buckington. And Molly Davidson. And Beth Lumere. And Sammie Piper. But our names are just the same. We are, and always will be, Dana, Sammie, Beth, Molly, and Caleb ROBINSON. "Dana, can you even hear me?" Molly shouts. Oh, I must've gone off. "No, I'm sorry." "Well, I've asked you a million times now that I want to watch a movie." I sigh. I CAN'T wait to have kids. I slide in "Frozen". Thank God she calms down. For about an hour (that doctor is really late). I don't care. That's plenty of time to nap a little. All of a sudden, I hear a faint voice saying my name. "Dana. D-d-a-a-n-n-a-a." The voice gets louder and louder until the voice is shouting it. "Dana!" I jolt to a wake. There sits Molly, who has an angry- furious really- expression, with an empty glass in her hand. I sigh. "It's just a few more hours." I tell myself. I head out to get her a full glass of water.