The Girl That Couldn't Get Away (Completed)

Chapter eight

Taylor's pov

"Erm...yeah, I do." She wearily replies, eyeing me skeptically as I fiercely look at her perplexed expression.

"I need you to take me somewhere, would you do that?" I ask her, already walking out of the Lost & Found with Jessica following close behind.

"Yeah I guess, I have to ask my mom if I can leave though." She shrugs, her long legs easily pacing with my short leg's fast movements.

"Your mom?" I question, "she works here?"

"Yeah," she says, turning around the corner. "The lady at the front desk." She informs and I nod as we make our way to the front of the hospital.

"I would've never guessed." I chuckle, not seeing any resemblance between Jessica and the fair lady up front.

"That's what a lot of people say." She shrugs, "I look alot more like my dad since I get all my ethnic coloration from him." She tells me with an agreeable nod. To be fair though, their eyes are the same color. "Come on, lets go ask if I can leave and get you checked out." She says once we reach the doors that separate the front of the hospital and the treatment wing.

Jessica holds the door open for me before walking to the front counter were her mom tiredly types on the computer. "Hey ma?" Jessica greats, trying to get her moms attention.

"What, honey?" Her mom asks, looking up at Jessica from her seated position in the black swivel chair.

"Taylor's ready to be released," Jessica tells the women, "where's her paperwork?"

Her mom nods before standing from her cushioned seat and walks over to a file cabinet before pulling out a slightly large packet of paper. "Here." She says, handing the stapled stack of work to me. "Also..." She says before grabbing a black binder with printed logs on the paper inside. "Sign your name here." She intructs, pointing to the first box, "and time here."

"Anything else?" Jessica asks for me and her mom shakes her head no with a kind smile.

"Nope, just help her fill that out Jess." She hands Jessica a black ink pen before walking tilting her head in the direction of the waiting room chairs. We walk over to the arranged seating and sit in the two furthest chairs.

"Most of this isn't really necessary, just sign the signature and initials, then thumb print." She tells me, "honest, half the people don't even do that." She chuckles as I right my name on the designated lines before doing the same with my initials. "Hold on I for got the ink, be right back." She gets up and walks back to the front desk before grabbing a small box from beside the cup of pens. When she returns, she's grasping a small black square with a clear lid. She takes off the top after she settles back into her chair and tilts in my direction, displaying the small sponge soaked in blue ink.

"Alright, go ahead." She prompts, holding the ink pad steady as I press my thumb into it's squishy exterior. I then take my color coated digit and press it onto the paper. "Okay, now go wash your hands and I'll ask my mom if I can take you to where you need to go." She instructs before taking my packet and walking up to the front desk.

Whilst she does that, I make my over to the bathroom across the hall and up to the sink, turning the faucet on so I can scrub as much of the blue stain away from my skin possible.

When I'm done, I dry my hands before meeting Jessica who's perched against the wall. She perks up when she sees me and steadies herself on the floor. "Can you go?" I ask her hopefully.

"Mhm." She hums as she directs us into the parking lot and to a old fashioned Mercedes in a olive green color. She pulls out her keys from a small over the shoulder bag that she must have grabbed while I was washing my hands.

She presses a small unlock button on the automatic keychain, causing the locks on the doors to raise. When she enters the car, I take that as my cue to follow suit. I clamber into the passenger seat of the car, the leather covered in a fluffy white, cotton like material. "It's sheep's skin." She tells me as she starts the car, "soft huh?"

"Very." I respond as I buckle myself into the car and carry forward with my coaxing of the fabric.

Jessica turns to me with eyebrows raised, "So, where are we going?" She asks.

"About twenty minutes past the California state sign." I inform her, before the realization settles in. That's at least a forty-five minute drive from here. "If you can I mean."

"Yeah, no problem." She smiles, pulling out from the hospital parking lot and onto the road. "Being in a hospital isn't really how I want to spend my day." She jokes, winking.

The drive silent all the way to the freeway, my voice not being able to contort any coherent words do to the hammering worry in my chest. Still not sure if Sara is with her actual father.

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