Life Of Brooke.

Chapter 6.

"... Brooke. Brooooooooke." My mother said shaking me. "What?" I groaned. "Its your last day in the hospital. Don't be so grumpy." She replied. I sat up as quick as I could. "What day is it?" I asked my mother, looking around the room. "Sunday." She said slowly. "Okay." I said with a smile. "Go get the nurse. will you? I need a shower and stuff." I said abruptly. "I can help you" She said with a smile. "No. I'd rather have the nurses do it." I said glaring at her.

She walked out the door. A few moments later three nurses came through the door. "Whatcha need honey?" The black nurse said with her southern accent. "Can you help me get a shower and stuff?" I said sweetly. "Of course honey!" She said with a smile. She walked up to the bed, picked me up, and put me in my wheelchair. "Thanks." I said with a surprised look. She wheeled me down the hall, to the locker room. There, I undressed, and put my clothes in a locker.

She gave me a towel and some soap. She wheeled me over to a tub and helped me in. "Thank you.. Again." I said embarassed. "No problem!" She replied.

"Ill be right over here in this chair. If you need something just tell me." She said with a blank face. She sat down, and pulled out a magazine from her bag.

I washed my hair, body, and shaved my legs. It was wierd not being able to feel the razor against them.

"Umm.. Charice? Can you help me out? I'm done." I said, embarrassed that I needed help out of a bathtub.

She walked over to the tub. She lifted me out of the tub, sitting me on the floor. I quickly grabbed my towel, wrapping it around myself.

She then again, picked me up, and Sat me in my wheelchair, covered by another towel. She rolled me into the locker room, where I put on some deodorant, brushed my teeth, make-up and blow dryed my hair. I put on green hollister sweatpants, and a black shirt.

Sundays are my lazy days. I always have a pair of sweatpants on. When I was finished, she wheeled me to my room. "Thank you. Sorry for the trouble." I said apologetically. "Oh honey. Don't worry about it. I do this everyday for people. Thats why I'm a nurse." She said confidently. She then, walked out the door. I wheeled myself over to the dresser, picking up my phone.

3 new messages. 

From Mom; I left your bag with all your stuff in it on your bed at the hospital. Call me when you get to Justin's so I know you made it there safely. Xoxo.

Wow. Another nice text from my mother. Maybe this paralyzed thing is a wake up call for her. Maybe she feels that since im paralyzed she can't hit me anymore. Good. If she hits me again, she's getting hit back. Im absolutely done with the abuse. 

I looked at my other messages. Spam. I swear I get at least 10 spam texts a day. Buy a new couch, only 10.99. or Looking for love? Find asian singles near you. 

Umm. No thanks. I have a couch, and a soon to be boyfriend I think. It just makes me feel perfect knowing that he actually likes me. Speaking of Justin, where is he? I texted his phone. To Justin; Hey :) Is your mom going to pick us up from here? Do we need my mom to take us to your place? My mom brought me all I need for the week. Just let me know. Xoxo. Send. 

I went to home screen and looked at the time. 1:35. God. This day cannot go any slower. I'll just take a nap. I rolled over to the bed, grabbed the rails and yanked myself up. By the time i'm 35, i'm going to look like a body builder from all this lifting. I grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. channel 335, my favorite channel. I made it just in time. A Reba marathon is on. I was watching the comedy when I fell asleep. Justin stop the car! You're going to fast! Please! We are gonna crash! JUSTIN! I woke up in a cold sweat. I can't get the memory of the accident out of my head. I heard a knock on the door. I looked over, it was Justin. 

"Hey. Are you ready to go?" He asked with a smirk. "I thought we couldn't leave until tonight?" I said. "The black nurse just came into my room and said we could leave anytime now. She said she went in your room but you were asleep." He said blankly. "Okay." I said with a smile. He walked over and helped me into my wheelchair. I rolled over to the dresser and grabbed my phone. I then grabbed my bag and set it in my lap. I rolled to the door, taking one last look at the hospital room. I then rolled myself out into the hallway. 

Finally we get to leave.   I thought as we went through the hall towards the door. When we got to the door, Justin hit the handicap button which kept the doors open so that I could get my wheelchair through them. I then rolled down the ramp into the parking lot. A taxi van pulled up right in front of the hospital. A black man got out of the drivers seat, opened the back door, and pulled down the wheelchair ramp. Justin rolled me up into the van. He then took his seat in the passenger. 

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And there you have it. Chapter 6. Ill update as soon as I can. Xoxo. -JamessLogan