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04 Hospital Visits

Chapter Four

Hospital Visits

        THE NEXT MORNING, they checked out and were packing their things into the car.

And by they, it was Dewey packing up the car while Tatum scrolled through Instagram on her dad's phone.

Once she scrolled through most of her feed, she grew bored and looked up from the phone, over to her dad, "I still don't know why you didn't bring Artemis."

Dewey let out a groan as he threw the last of their bags into the trunk, "She's not a service—

   "But she did serve." Tatum said.

   "Maybe, but she still wouldn't be allowed."

   "We could've snuck her in or something,"

   "Tate, she's a medium sized dog, that barks at anything that moves."

  "So."

Dewey rolled his eyes, walks over to the front passenger door and opened it for his daughter, motioning for her to get in, "Get in, please."

    After a nearly two hour drive, they arrived to the 𝚑̶𝚘̶𝚞̶𝚜̶𝚎̶ (the dreaded trailer park she loathed) and another reason why she disliked (hated was too strong of a word) going to her dad's house (trailer) because the drastic change (downgrade) from living with her mom in a high rise penthouse.

As her dad pulled into the driveway, Tatum let out a sigh as she undid her seatbelt.

   "I don't know why you moved here." Tatum complained before throwing the car door open and sliding out of the car.

Tatum doesn't bother helping with her bags and ran straight inside before letting out a low whistle, "Artemis." She called, "Here girl."

The sound of paws hitting the laminate floor, she kneeled down and prepared for the dog's greeting. A slender black dog rounded the corner and barreled towards her at full speed. Seconds later, she was on the ground, giggling as Artemis continuously licked her face.

   "I missed you too." She said, petting the dog's head. "I missed you so much."

Dewey eventually made it inside and let his daughter's bags drop with a huff, "Thanks for the offer Tate, but I got it. I don't need help with your bags."

Tatum placed a final kiss on the dog's head before pushing her away and getting back onto her feet. "You're welcome." She brushed the loose fur off her clothes, "I'm going to shower."

   "Alright, I put some new towels in your closet."

   "Thanks."

Tatum grabbed the bag she knew had her comfy clothes and drags it down the (small) hall and into the quaint (tiny) room that hadn't been updated since her dad bought the trailer.

She dropped the bag onto her bed with a sigh, unzipped it before digging through it, trying to find a somewhat presentable outfit. After digging around, she pulled out an oversized black hoodie and a pair of light washed mom jeans, underwear and a bra before grabbing one of the towels then heading to the bathroom.

She turned the doorknob and pushed the door, and was met with resistance, she frowned and continued to push it, "You have to pull it, Tate!"

Tatum rolled her eyes, what bathroom opens outward into the hall, things only got worse when she stepped inside and saw how small the bathroom was. The toilet was practically touching the bathtub. Tatum let out a long sigh, she unfortunately had to accept it.