Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

46

It was a late afternoon when I heard a knock on the door. I was quite bored, but still told my dad and Tyler that they should not come here today, so almost the whole day I was alone.

The door opened and Dr. Travis came inside.

“Do you want the good news or the great news?” He grinned.

“Both please!” I said excitedly.

“The good news is that your results are back and everything is fine. A little anemic, but nothing an iron supplement won’t fix. The great news - you can go home. I already started to sort out your paperwork. All you need to do now is call your family and tell them to come and get you.” I squealed like a little girl. These were the best news.

“This is great! You are not joking, are you? Because if you are, I will not talk to you ever.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but still a smile was on my face.

“No, I am not lying. I know how much you want to go home and if anything was wrong, your dad would take you straight back. So, I am discharging you today.” Travis chuckled.

“Thank you, really. You must be the most amazing doctor I had ever met.” I complimented.

“Well, thank you. Now tell your dad the great news. The papers will be ready in about an hour. When you leave, just ask them at the nurses’ station. It was great to see you again, though circumstances could’ve been better.” He laughed.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I rolled my eyes, grinning. “I hope we’ll be able to see each other again.”

“Oh we will, I promise. I have to go now. Duty calls.” He waved at me.

“Bye and thank you again.” I said.

As soon as the door closed, I made the call.

“Amy? Hi, what’s up?” Dad picked up after the third ring.

“Dad, I have news.” I said in a sad voice. Well, attempted to sound sad. It was really hard because I just wanted to smile like crazy.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Is it the baby?” He suddenly sounded alarmed.

“It’s both, I guess.” I started to feel a little bad for playing a joke on him, but I couldn’t help myself.

“God damn it, just tell me!” He yelled.

“Well, Dr. Raked just came, and he said that he was discharging me today. You have to come and pick me and your grandchild up.” I finally laughed.

“Fuck, Amy! Never, I repeat, never pull that shit on me again! I thought something bad has happened. Almost gave me a fucking heart attack. Fuck!” He cursed, but I just kept laughing.

“Sorry, dad. I couldn’t help myself. I am just so happy to go home already,” I said excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah. But next time you pull this shit, it’s me that could be put in the hospital,” dad said in a grumpy voice.

“So you coming? My papers should be ready in an hour.” I asked.

“Of course I am coming. Do you need anything?” He asked.

“Yeah. I need some fresh clothes from my room. And boots with jacket. I don’t know how cold it is outside, but it seems the weather is kind of crappy.” I said.

“Sure. I am at the club house. I need ten minutes to finish with some shit and then I’ll go home.”

“It’s ok, like I said, my papers will be ready in an hour or so. I have time. Plus I’ll take a shower.”

“Ok, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” I ended the call.

Now I needed to figure out how to take a shower. I slowly sat up. Then I brought my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. After I took my underwear, shorts and a t-shirt, I tried to walk to the bathroom, though it was quite hard. I was still weak, but finally I managed to get to my destination. I took off the hospital gown and then put on some weird shower cover for cannula that was in my arm. Carefully, I took a shower. It took me quite some time, but there was a bench in the shower that I could sit on. Kind of felt like an old lady. But it was worth it. I felt like a new person afterwards. I dried myself and got dressed.

When I was back in the room, I towel dried my hair and brushed them.

“Knock, knock,” my dad said, coming into my hospital room. Alex was not with him.

“Hi,” I smiled and hugged him when he had put down my back pack and another bag.

“You look much better. Are you feeling that too?” He asked.

“I just took a shower all by myself. It was pretty hard, but I managed. That makes me feel great.” I said and finally finished brushing my damp hair.

“I am glad to hear that, though you should have asked someone to help you. Just because you are being discharged doesn’t mean you are well.” Dad scolded me.

“I am well enough.” I rolled my eyes.

“Do you need my help?”

“Give me my back pack. I’ll go get dressed and dry my hair. Meanwhile, you can pack my other stuff.” I said. Dad gave me my bag and helped me to the bathroom. He ignored me when I said that I could do it myself.

I looked through the stuff my dad had brought. There was a clean set of underwear, a pair of socks, my sweatpants, t-shirt and a hoodie. I didn’t need underwear, but everything else I put on. Then I dried my hair. When I was done, I went back to my room where dad was packing my things.

He helped me to my bed again.

“I am almost finished. There are your boots, a hat and Alex’s coat. it seemed warmer than your leather jacket.” dad explained.

“Oh, right! My other coat is in the trunk of my car,” I smiled cheekily.

"Mhm. You ready to go?” He asked.

“I can’t. I still have this thing in my arm.” I pulled my sleeve up, revealing intravenous cannal.

“I’ll be right back,” dad said and left the room. A moment later, he came back with a nurse.

“Sorry dear, I forgot that you still had this thing.” The nurse apologized and took the needle out of my arm.

“It’s ok. I bet things are busy,” I assured.

“You have no idea,” she chuckled. “Well, this is it. You are all free to go. Your papers are ready too.” She smiled at me.

“Thank you.” I said, and she left.

I put on my booths, beanie and Alex’s coat that was a few sizes too big for me. I probably looked pretty ridiculous.

“Ready?” Dad asked me when I was dressed.

“Yeah. Let’s get out of this place.” I smiled.

When we left the room and took my papers, I was forced to sit in a wheelchair. A nurse pushed me till the exit where my dad’s car was waiting. He helped me in and then we drove home.