All The Faith In The World

Chapter 11: "When can I dance again?"

Faith's P.O.V (After surgery)

I open my eyes and look at the bright lights on the ceiling. Where were we? I try to get up and stretch and then I remember what happened last night. Awesome. I look around my room and saw a window to the right of me. It was sunny outside, not like afternoon sunny, like 10:00 in the morning sunny. I liked it like that. I lifted my right arm and saw it had a bunch of IV's in it. I brushed my hair out of my face and behind my ear. I felt the oxygen tube that was around my nose, go past my ear and connect at the nape of my neck. I looked at my left arm. It didn't have anything in it, and it was wrapped in a pink cast. I lifted it off the bed and felt the new mold that would be on me for the next few weeks. At least it was pink.

The rest of my body was covered in a plain white blanket, with my nobby knees poking up from underneath. I swung the blanket off my knees and see they are both covered in pink gauze, like my cast, but lighter. I tried moving them, there was a sharp pain in my right one and I couldn't turn either of them any other way but up.  A slim, blonde nurse came into my room.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" she said in a perky voice. "Do you think you're up for some visitors?" I nodded my head and she left the room. I swung the blanket back over my legs. I felt sick all of a sudden. I look around frantically for a trash can. Connor and Noah open the door and come in to sit in their chairs.

"Hey, Faith, how are you doing?" Noah asked. I motioned to the trash can by the door and he came running over with it. I puked for about 2 minutes straight. They kind of just sat there and rubbed my back in support. When I was done, I put the trash can by the side of the bed and laid back down. I still didn't feel good, but I felt better than before. Connor was still rubbing my back and it was silent for a bit in that room.

"Did you remember anything from the surgery?" Noah asked. I thought about it for a second.

"I do remember the numbing shots. Those hurt a lot. I woke up at one point during the surgery but, they put me back under pretty fast," I said. I thought of something. "Has mom ask where I was?" They were silent for a bit.

"No," Connor said. Silence fell again. I knew she wouldn't. Dad wouldn't either.

"Is that my laptop?" I asked looking at the mini computer by the window.

"Yeah. We went home and got some of your stuff that you might want here." Noah said. I had never really looked around the room. There was a small bouquet of daisies on the shelving system under the T.V. 2 piles of clothes sat next to it, along with some hair ties. There were some pictures on the wall of us and me and Hayden. On the edge of the bed, was the pink blanket with ballerinas on it.

"How did you get that? It was at dad's apartment?" I asked. Their faces fell.

"When we were driving back home, we saw in the apartment complex, that dad had thrown out some of our stuff from his balcony. So, we just went in, grabbed it, washed it, and here it is today!" Connor said, looking very proud of himself. I tried to lean forward and grab it, but I still couldn't move my knees very well. A scary thought crossed my mind.

"How long will it take to recover?" I asked. Noah petted my hair again.

"They don't know for sure, but it shouldn't be that long. I mean, you usually bounce back from injuries fast," Noah said. I looked at my knees again. I could hardly even move them, how long will it be until I walk again?

"When can I dance again?" I asked them. They looked at each other and hesitated for a minute. Noah looked like he was about to say something when Rosemary walked into the room.

"Hey sweet thang! How you feeling?" She asked, bringing light into the room.

"Well, I just puked my guts out," I said, motioning to the half filled trash can to my left.

"Oh, sweetie, that's normal when you don't have any food in your stomach and doctors put you on a bunch of drugs. Heck, from what the doctors report says, you threw up 3 times in the surgery room!" she picked up the trash can and put it outside the hallway.

"I did?" I asked, putting my hands over my stomach.

"Oh yeah, but don't look so guilty! Everyone does! Just maybe not as much as you," she said.
I had that feeling coming back.

"If you could bring that trash can back in here, that would help," I said, sitting forward and putting my hand over my mouth and stomach. She ran and got the trash can for me and, once again, I lost my lunch. (Even though I didn't eat any lunch).

"I think I should go get you some food to keep that medicine where it should be, in your body, so I will be back!" And, off she went to the downstairs cafeteria. I set the trash can on the floor again and leaned back on my pillows. Noah grabbed a chair and brought it close to the bed. I asked Connor to get me a hair tie from the dresser and the remote as well. I turned on the T.V. and tried to find a good station, but there honestly seemed like none. When I skipped over the news channel, I saw a picture of Dad's apartment complex flash up on the screen.

"Wait! Go back!" Noah yelled when we passed it. I went back.

"We found some pretty weird video footage from a local apartment complex. We go to Amy Hernandez, live on the scene." The blonde haired lady said.

"Last night, around 4:00 A.M, in this apartment complex, neighbors heard banging coming from a house a few doors down. When they stepped outside to see what was happening, they saw a horrific sight. A red haired 14 year old girl was staying with, presumably, her father, when he came home drunk at 4:15. They heard knocking on the door and the girl inside yelled to her dad she was coming. Moments later, he is seen on this video footage, unlocking the window and squeezing himself inside of it. Then, neighbors say, more yelling is heard inside and a lot of commotion. At around 4:45, two teenage boys come to the apartment door. The dad opens the door and lets them in. They come out 15 minutes later, carrying the young girl and trying to escape their dad. The dad hits the boy carrying the girl on the back and proceeds to punch him in the cheek. The boy then kicks his dad in the knees and ran for his life with the girl. The two boys then drive away with her, to the nearest hospital. Janette," the lady said.

"If you pause the video, you will see that the girls arm is broken and her knees are dislocated." The blonde women flashed on the screen, now with a man by her side.

"Those boys are true heroes," the man said. I turned off the T.V. Noah laughed a little.

"We are heroes, Connor," he said. Connor looked like he just saved the world.

"Wait, what if they arrest dad or something?" he asked.

"They don't have our names or his. And, no one can prove that Faith was injured in that apartment. We're all good," Noah said, "Plus, this is only the city news, no one probably even saw it." I smiled.

"We were on the news," I said. Noah nodded his head and Connor sort of laughed.

"I'm so happy right now, I could barf," Noah said, as a joke. Why did it have to be barf? I got to the garbage can just in time.

"Sorry, Faith," Noah said, holding my hair back. Connor rubbed my back again.

"Nice going, super hero," Connor said.