"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
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This chapter has descriptions of needles, IVs and blood
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
They've done so many tests, and I'm so tired.
Zara runs his hand over my head, comforting me as I cry. Everyone has come to visit, and I had to put my brave face on.
Everyone left except for Zara, and when I started sobbing he said nothing but comforting words. He did nothing but climb into the tiny hospital bed and hold me close to him. He did nothing but hold me.
Although Zara won't stop sticking the stupid thermometer in my ear, he's been helping me immensly.
The doctors said it was the flu, and that I'm good to go home today.
Zara hasn't left once.
In the three days we've been here, he hasn't left once.
"Are you ready to go home?" He whispers near my ear, holding me closer to him.
I nod, sniffing to clear my nose so I don't have to keep breathing from my mouth. My throat is getting dry.
"I'm excited for you to come home too." Zara mutters into my hair.
They took off the wires, which hurt really bad. It also took forever to get the glue out of my hair.
I hug Puddles to my chest, kissing the top of her head much like Zara does to me. I imagine she smiles, and cuddles into me, but of course she doesn't.
She never has.
I miss Beauty.
I'm on Beauty withdrawal.
I almost open my mouth and tell him, then stop. I'll stutter.
"You're okay, you can talk if you want Puddles." He rocks me back and forth, only the top half of my body, seeing as that's the only part of me he can reach.
I shake my head, and suddenly I'm crying again.
"Oh, Lea." His words are not of a mocking tone, but one of understanding, of sympathy.
His kind tone only makes me cry harder, hiding my face in his chest. I'm so tired.
"Let it out Ley. I'm right here, no one will judge you." His hand runs through my hair, which is wet from my previous shower.
Zara had me shower and change into pajamas, claiming I'd feel much better being clean when we get home. These pajama pants have roses on them, and the shirt has a picture of Belle on it. They're comfy
I really like these.
Zara brushed my hair for me, which almost sent me into a panic thinking about Mommy doing it. But then he talked to me, and I looked at him through the bathroom mirror the whole time.
