"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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"Don't worry, it'll be over before she knows it," The whispered voice I know belongs to Dr.Dibello says, and I'm lifted into someones hold.
I blink my eyes open, and have no trouble opening more when I see the tray of different things.
It's that long?
I back myself up against who I now recognize as Usoks body, trying to get away from the silver tray as Dr.Dibello washes his hands.
We're now more toward the right side of the bed, where the sink and cabinets are. I haven't really looked around this side.
Dr.Dibello dries his hand, before throwing the paper towels in the trash can.
He sits on a rolling chair, moving it toward us.
"I'm just going to find your sternum," He says gently, much like everyone has been talking to me.
He uses to his fingers to push gently on my rib cage, before moving it down. I follow his fingers with my eyes.
Since when was I wearing a tank top and shorts?
I don't question it, my mind has been muddled.
"Can you look forward for me?" Dr.Dibello asks, making me immediately turn my head forward, toward the TV.
He puts a long yellow thing from the tip of my nose to my earlobe, before scribbling on his clipboard. From there, he brings it down toward the middle of my stomach.
Looking to the number, he scribbles on his clip board again, not moving the yellow kind of plastic feeling thing away.
He looks back to me, lifting the light material of my shirt slightly, before marking with a sharpie where the end of the long yellow thing ends.
Turning to the tray beside the bed, Dr.Dibello grabs the clear tube from the tray, and I prepare myself for him to just shove it down my nose.
Instead, he marks the tube like he did my stomach.
He stands once more, moving toward the sink and washing his hands again.
Didn't he just wash his hands?
He takes the tube with him though, and runs it under the water.
He turns with the tube in his hold, sitting down once more.
"I'm gonna put a pillow beneath your head, try not to move, okay?" Dr.Dibello explains, grabbing a pillow from the chair beside the bed. Gently, he lifts my head before putting the pillow beneath my head, on top of Usoks chest.
Dr.Dibello turns once more, grabbing a cup and filling it with water before handing it to me.
"Drinking water helps," He smiles as I take the cup in my hand.
Okay, you'll do fine. Just a giant tube in your nose and down your throat and into your stomach. How hard could it be?
I take a deep breath, watching as the tube pushes slightly into my nostril, moving down toward my throat.
