Adopted by "Lizzie" Olsen

05: Why here?

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Y/n's POV:

"What do you mean by trouble?" Scar asked calmly. 

That's when my lid brew off the tank. I said stop and bolted out of the room. Hiding in the bathroom hoping to keep myself grounded. Is that how you put it I'm not honestly sure, but anyway staring at the wall of the closet wasn't helpful either. I didn't even feel it when Lizzie pulled me out of the closet as she held onto me on the floor. 

She probably tried her hardest trying to pull me out of the panic. I took contained myself enough to find her voice to pull from the panic. This panic attack was probably the worst I've had in a while, thinking about the kind of trouble I would be in for going to the group home last night. What could Ms. Bush possibly have in store for me today when I get there?

What I also didn't realize was how dizzy I was growing from this episode. Lizzie felt far away. Slowly making its way to my eyes, I had to close them in hopes that it passed, but the only thing it did was grow worse until I completely passed out. 

{5 hours later}

I couldn't feel my limbs whatsoever, I felt numb. Probably the worst way to wake up. When I had enough energy I opened my eyes to find a white-looking room. Empty except for the bed I was on and a chair next to me. 

The door to the room opened, and Lizzie walked through with a big smile on her face. "Good morning sleeping beauty. You gave quite a scare this morning." Wait what is it not morning anymore? 

How long have I been asleep? How did I get here? 

"I can see that you have questions okay, let me get you some water, then we can talk."

"Don't... Leave." 

"Okay I won't leave but you need to stay calm your heart rate is spiking again and that's not gonna be good." 

"Where am I?" I know not an obvious question to ask but I'm still confused about how I got here. 

"We are at Lexon Hill Hospital, on the Upper East Side." 

"How have I been here?

"Roughly 6 hours give or take." 

"Why am I here?"

"Don't you remember, well okay I spent an hour looking for you around the house, I found you curled up in a ball under the sink in the bathroom. Barely breathing to the point where I checked your pulse and it was in the low 60s and dropping, you spoke once and said "it hurts why does it hurt" then proceeded to faint, which I only thought was going to last for a few minutes when your body to started to calm down on it's down on its own but it didn't."

She was interrupted by the door opening and revealing, an older man probably in his late 50s. 

He didn't until he was at the foot of the bed. "My name is Dr. Bell. You gave all quite a scare today how are you feeling?"

"Better than before," I stated coldly not liking the thought of the man being close to me. 

"That's good, I just want to ask you a few questions before you are set free. Is that okay with you?" 

I nodded not wanting to truthfully answer. 

"Do you know what today's date is?" 

"No I don't, I don't keep track of it in the first place, so no." 

"Okay well, who is currently sitting by the side of your bed?" 

"Lizzie, why?"

"I'm here to test your memory." 

"Okay, when can I get out of here?" 

"As soon as the paperwork is filled out, Ms. Elizabeth will bring you home."

"Great can we get that started I want out of here as soon as possible."

"Sounds good miss if you will follow me, I have a few things to discuss with you." The doctor left and Lizzie looked at me with a smile on her face. 

"You know, he is trying to help you?" She spoke softly getting out of her chair.

"I don't care I don't like these places the sooner I get out the better." 

"Ok then, I will be right back to get you out of here."

I was left alone in my thoughts for what I believe was 30 minutes. Was I a little cruel to the oh definitely! Do I care, no. The thing is this kind of thing happens every once in a while because I'm sleep-deprived and dehydrated it's not that big of a deal usually I back at it the next. I've only been brought to the hospital once for it when I first started living at the group home, then the doctors started asking questions about the bruises and the broken limbs that didn't heal correctly. 

Ms. Bush made sure that none of the doctors questioned her authority and how she was taking care of me because I was the only kid mistreated in the home, she proved that the rest of the kids were completely healthy and had no broken bones. She just made it look like I was accident-prone. 

Broken out of my thoughts, because the door opened to reveal Lizzie and Scar walking in carefully. Since when can Lizzie check me out of the hospital only Ms. Bush can sign for me what's going on. I'm not going to question it though. 

"You ready kiddo?" Scar asked as she moved a wheelchair to the side of the bed, and Lizzie placed a bag on my lap.

"Oh yes I am ready"

"Then get in we are going for a ride." 

Once I was in the chair Lizzie stood beside me, while Scar pushed me. upon making out the door there were flashing lights, that were blinding. Before I even think to run away from them, I was pulled out of the wheelchair into Lizzie's arms. I wanted to protest, but Lizzie's face said enough that I didn't. 

They placed me in the car in a car seat. Damn it I hate these things so much. Lizzie sat to my right and Scar sat on my left, while a man sat in the driver's seat before I could ask anything the car was moving, and I had no clue where we were going. 

The whole ride was silent until the car stopped outside my worst nightmare the... group home. 

"Why did you have to bring me here you literally could have brought me anywhere, but why here?"

"Because I have a few choice words for Karen, then you are packing your stuff cause you are no longer staying here. That's why." Lizzie spoke and the door to the car opened for her. What could she possibly have to say to Ms. Bush? What did the doctor tell her? "You stay here until I come back, Scar do not let her out of the car until I'm back," The door shut after she got out she stayed talking with a man before leaning on the car when the driver got back into his seat and locked the doors. 

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[As always have a good night or day whenever you reading this.]

{Orignal publish date August 25, 2022}