Prison life!

Chapter 13

Rita's P.O.V

I wake up alone in my hospital room. Then I hear a knock on the door. "Come in." I say. Jonah and Emily walk in. "Hey sweetie. How are you?" I ask, as Jonah climbs onto my bed. "Good. I have a awesome room at Emmy's home." She says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "How you feeling, mummy?" "I'm feeling good. Where's daddy?" I ask, looking at Emily. She shrugged and pointed at the phone by my bed. "Why don't you just call his cell?" Em suggested. I grab the phone and dial his number. "Hey, it's Johnny. I'm not able to come to the phone right now. Leave your name and number and I'll give you a call later." "Hey babe. I just woke up and didn't know where you were, so call me back when you get this. I love you. I love you too, daddy." Jonah squeezes in before I hung up. "Thank you so much for watching Jonah for me." I say to Emily. My doctor walks in and Em's cheeks go bright red. "Good day. How are you feeling today, Rita?" My doctor asks. "I'm fine now that my daughter's here." I say, looking at Jonah. "Are you taking care of your mommy?" He asked Jonah. "Yeah!" "Hey Thomas." Em spoke up. "Weren't you suppose to call me?" He asked, giving her a smile. "Em, were you flirting with my doctor?" I asked, embarrassing her. "Maybe." She said, looking down at her shoes. I just laughed. "Well Rita, after being here for a long time, I'm happy to tell you you can leave tomorrow." Dr. Sangster said. "Yay!" Jonah said, getting off the bed and running to Thomas. "Thank you so much for helping my mommy get better." She said, giving him a huge hug. "You're very welcome." He said, hugging her back. "Thank you so much Dr. Sangster!" I say. "Anytime." He replied. "I'll see you tomorrow and I'm expecting a call from you. He said, looking at Emily. "I will." She said, as he walked away. "Damn, you're in love!!!" I say, laughing. "Am not!" She laughs. "Now you just have to admit your weird obsession with The Walking Dead and you're good." I say, laughing so hard my sides hurt. "I'm not that obsessed." She argues. I look at her with a serious face. "Fine, I have an obsession." She admitted. "I hope you're not showing Jonah that show." I said, trying to get out of bed. "Of coarse not." She replied, helping me up. "But I wanna be just like Aunt Em." Jonah said. "You can be, you just can't watch that show. It's for older people." Emily says. "Why don't we go to the cafeteria?" I suggest. "Okay." Emily says, carrying Jonah.