Drive Me Crazy

I'm Dying?

The room was cold and she was a bit disoriented when she woke up. "Howie..." she mumbled, looking around the unfamiliar room. Her eyes rested on her father who was slouched on the uncomfortable chair, in what looked like a deep sleep.

She carefully sat upright and scanned the place and realized that she was in a hospital room. Panic ran through her body. There were many reasons she could be sitting there on a hospital bed.

"Hey kid," her father stood next to her.

Millie looked at him startled. "What happened dad? Tell me there isn't anything major happening?"

"They are running some tests...well what they can do in your condition."

"In my condition?" she questioned in a whisper. "What is it? I'm dying aren't I? Dad..."

Her father placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, giving her a wide smile. "Please calm down. I don't want them to have to give you another sedative. Just sit back and relax. The doctor will be right back to let you know what's going on. OK?"

Giving into her father's request. She let out a heavy sigh and slowly laid back onto the pillows. A knot of nerves grew in her stomach, as she thought of all the possible results and conditions she could have. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself down.

The thought of Howie appearing through that door any minute, gave her comfort.

Howie walked down the hall, just like any other person. He hated hospitals, especially when someone he cared about was in one of its rooms, probably connected to all those beeping machines. The hall felt never ending, as he made way towards Millie's room. Her father had left a message on his cell phone and he'd come straight from the airport.

He stopped, let out a breath and walked into room. There she laid, in that awful gown that screamed 'ill person'. She was on her side, hands nestled under her cheek, fast asleep.

"Hey" her father voiced from the chair in the corner. He stood up and shook Howie's hand. "Don't mind if I take a quick break do you?"

Still in a daze Howie nodded, "No not at all. Uh...is she ok?"

Mr. Nunez, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, they are running some tests and the doctor should be back soon with the results. She's been impatiently waiting for you." he gave Howie's shoulder a squeeze and disappeared down the hall.

"Howie!" Millie piped, groggily. "You are finally here." she grinned from ear to ear, sitting up in her bed.

Howie rushed to her side and took a seat on the corner of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze. "You gotta stop scaring me Millie." He stated, feeling tears burn his eyes.

She looked up at him and smiled. "I was feeling fine. Ok, maybe I was catching a cold...I have no idea how or why I ended up in the hospital, though. I mean, my dad knows well that I hate them." she huffed.

His lips brushed over her forehead and then her lips. "I'm so happy to see you."

"Me too. I'm glad you get a long needed break, before you go off again. Maybe this time I can go with you. Meanwhile I want to hear all about the tour."

He pulled a chair next to the bed and took a seat and began giving Millie a rundown of all the things that had happened on his trip. She was mostly pleased with the news of him and AJ making up and being on good terms.

An hour later, Mr. Nunez walked in. Wearing clean clothes and a fresh look on his face. Howie was still in the chair, fast asleep, his arms folded on the bed, used as a pillow for his head. Millie was curled up, right next to him, watching him sleep.