Jess
A few hours pass and we are still waiting in the hall – starved and anxious, finally after what felt like forever the Doc approaches, hands in his white trench jacket and a big smile of relief on his face.
He continued to smile once he was before us without a word, "Well," I ask, " I don't know what that was back there, – it's not scientifically possible.... But she is alive and well." He assured.
We both let out a huge sigh of relief, "thank god." I say her mother still silent, a slight look of worry on her face. "Oh, and she's asks for you both." He advises again with a smile as if he intended to trick us. "Please come with me." He asks gesturing his hand to the room.
When we entered the room there was a weird warm embrace that drifted through my body, it felt soothing. Rose was awake; she still lied straight on the bed her eyes barely open, but open.
Her body full of loose cords that were used to help her continue to breath and take blood test after her waking - "Oh, Rosie." Her mother cheered rushing over to her side. She immediately started to ball in tears as she kneeled beside her.
Rose, barely able to get a word out mustards up "mom"? In a brittle fragile tone; she sounded like someone who just woke from a nap. "Yes, I'm here." Her mom responds her voice just as brittle from all her crying, "you, you changed your hair back." Rose acknowledges.
The two engulf each other in love and gratefulness for her recovery, and probably the scariest moment of their lives. After they gave their hugs and kisses she calls to me, "Jess." her mom moving aside. I take the seat on by her side, uncontrollably smiling in joy if her return. She smiles back "some trip you took." I joke trying to make her laugh.
She smiles back and takes my hand holding it securely, "thank you, for visiting – I heard you every time you came and gave me roses." She assures with gratitude in her eyes, "of course." I say placing my free hand upon the hand she was holding.
Nearing the end of the day, after she's been fed and regained some energy Rose is pretty much back to her normal self – her mom had left to go back home and get things ready for her release. She said something about throwing out a few things and changing their life style.
Rose was slightly pale, probably from lack of sunshine – her hair had roots of dark orange/red (her natural hair) and she was slightly skinner than usually, "how are you feeling." I ask throwing out the remainder of my hospital food.
She takes her last bite of her 3rd plate, "oh, I'm fine... a little light headed here and there but ok." She answers placing the remainder of her plate down on her lap, "don't they feed you while you're under?" I ask surprised at how hungry she is; "I guess but they don't know what my appetite is like, whatever I was fed was not filling enough.
She takes another spoonful of her potatoes and places the plate aside, "so my mom told you pretty much everything, huh" she asks with a slight shamefulness in her tone, I nod yes, " it's a crazy back story you have there." I joke with a smile of acceptance.
We both chuckle – "yea, seeing her back to normal and not all baggy eyed and drugged up, that was a sight for soar eyes." She smiles looking at her palms as she fidgeted with her fingers. "What was it like"? I ask softly not knowing if it was too soft a matter for her.
" It was, dark... like sleeping but never being able to wake up; and the dreams – they were crazy because the ones I wanted to wake up from I was forced to stay in." she informed me still fidgeting with her fingers, " sounds scary." I reply looking away now, she laughs and says "yea, but its ok I'm up now."
Night begins to fall, I should head home now, but for some reason I don't want to leave her side... maybe it's the guilt that I almost killed her with my selfishness that's holding me here. "Rose, if you don't mind me asking... what happened after I left you at Richie's – did he do this to you"?
She doesn't answer, the smile she had started to fade as if I hit a trigger word or something – she just spaced out; "Rose"? Still no response, she is just sits still dazed off at the wall ahead of her.
Thinking something must have went wrong I rush to my feet to call a nurse, as I open the door she lowly states "I remember seeing the clouds before hitting pavement; right before things went black." I turn to her and shut the door going back to my seat.
She finally turns to me, a look of regret on her face; "after you left, I followed Margret to Todd's house, they met they fucked... they tried to kill me." She informs me slowly recalling the events that took place that day months ago.
I scoot in closer, "why did they try to kill you, what did you find Rose"? I ask knowing there's more to the story. She pauses, her face constipated as she tries her best to remember what happened and why, "Richie." She says in shock.
"Richie that bastard he did it"? I inquire with a harsh tone, "the bastard rapes my sister then tried to kill my friend – he will be locked up for a LONG time." I continue standing from my seat; as I head to the door ready to go inform Officer Carter of my newly found details - Rose calls out to me
"No, Richie; he's innocent. I know who the real bastard is."
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Affliction
Teen FictionIt's the summer of 2016 in Colorado Springs, Co and things have took a turn for the worse, The Swan family find themselves in a situation they never thought they'd be in after their oldest daughter Abigail is attacked on her way home from a senior c...
