Amilia

How Was Your Slumber?

Amilia's eyes opened every now and then, getting glimpses of the red and blue sirens from fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. She cried out for her brother as she looked over to see his body as it looked deformed and crumpled in his seat. She closed her eyes to feel safe. She sobbed softly as she was hurt, and her body was being dragged from the crumpled car. She closed her eyes once more, and this time it was for a little longer than the first few times.

Amilia's eyes fluttered open to a white room, her eyes squinting shut as the fluorescent lights were bright. Her head gave a small shake as the lights were beginning to give her a headache. She opened her eyes wide, blinking a few times as her eyes grew accustom to the brightness of the room she was in. Her head turned slowly so that she could get a full look at her surroundings. She noticed she was in a hospital.  Her neck hurting as she moved it, her left hand moved up to cup around the back of her neck. Her eyes instantly drawn to the IV that woman out of the top of her hand. A light cracked voice came out to speak "H-Hello?" she spoke lightly as she looked at the door to her room. 

She leaned back onto the pillow behind her as she watched as a small nurse came in, her outfit was orange, with pumpkins on it. She tilted her head a small bit as she came over to her. "What day is it?" She asked the woman lightly, her tongue slipping out to run along her busted lip that was healing. "It's the Fourteenth." The nurse said lightly as she moved over to the machines beside her bed side, her clipboard in her hand was raised to begin taking a recording of her stats. She counted the days as the last day she remembered was the eleventh.  Amilia looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes she tried to remember what had happened before she was admitted to the hospital. She then sat up quickly, her eyes widening and tears forming as she opened her mouth to speak "W-What happened to my brother?" the tears in her eyes beginning to flow down her face her eyes looking pleadingly at the girl for answers of my brother. "Has my mother been here yet? Where is everyone, are they okay. Is he okay? " She'd ask frantically, her eyes staring at the female not daring to touch her.

"Your mom was here earlier, she is in the lobby I think. Want me to go get her?" She asked lightly, putting the clip board down by her side. Nodding in confirmation she left the room. As Amilia waited she looked down at her bed, the white blankets that were surrounding her were crisp. She sighed softly as she felt a sting on her arm, looking down she saw the stitches that were on her arm. A slight hmpf came out as she watched her mother storm into the room, her make-up running down her cheeks as a clear sign she was previously crying. She hugged her mom back as she hugged her tightly back, her head laying on her shoulder as she sighed softly. "Where is Tom?" Amilia asked softly, her eyes looking at her moms face as it scrunched up, watching as she blinked back tears. "Mom..?" She continued asking until her mother finally spoke in small and stuttered words "T-Tom, Tom passed away." She finally managed to get out, her eyes welling with tears just waiting to stream down her face once more. 

Amilia curled up in a ball against the back of the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she thought about her brother that morning, had he known he was going to die. Had he wanted this? Was he just trying to show off? Did he ever really love his little sister? Did he want to hurt her? 

She thought a lot about his black hair that was never really tidy, even when he tried he still had pieces that stuck out everywhere. His cowlick that always made the front of his hair stick out when he even used gel. She smiled thinking about how he smiled, his perfect white pearly teeth that took three years of braces just to correct how his crooked teeth had looked.  She then remembered his best feature, his green and gold flaked eyes that made anyone want to be his friend, just by the warmness they could see from them. He had always seemed friendly to others, unlike his little sister. He always bullied and tried to make his enemy, his way of saying he loved her for her.

 Her focus came back clear as she felt someone shaking her shoulder, she blinked  her eyes looking up at her short mother, Joan. She gave a soft croak as she leaned up to hug her mother tightly. Thanking god that he hadn't taken her. Her mother was the soul person that had helped her through everything, from school work to her friend issues. "I love you." She whispered into her ear as she held her tightly.  Her hands giving her back a soft rub. She let out a soft huff as she let go of her mother to lean back against the bed again. "So, when can I leave?" She asked softly, directing the question at her mother. Who was staring at her. Her mother replied to her "We can go whenever they take the IV from your hand." She said lightly, her head shaking a bit. 

Amilia moved her arm up, indicating to the nurse that she would like to go as soon as possible. Her eyes clenching as the needle was pulled from her hand. Her mouth sucking in her bottom lip as it hurt. The nurse put her arm down, pulling her arm up to her chest as she slid off of the bed. Her knees wobbling as she had been stable for a total of three days. Her hands moved backwards to prop herself against the bed to regain her balance on her feet. Her legs shaking a small bit as she walked beside her mother with her. She walked through the hospital, at the reception desk they gave her a box of all of the salvageable items from the wreck her eyes welling with tears instantly as she held the box. Looking in she saw her phone, her brothers, her bag, his wallet, her purse, the clothes she was wearing the day of the wreck. She clutched his wallet to her chest, remembering how her brother had always acted like he had always hated her, but she always thought it was his way of showing his love for her.
     
She put on a brave face, accepepted the box and continued to walk towards the doors that would automatically open to let her out onto the sidewalk of the hospital.

 Her eyes would blink a few times to adjust to the brightness outside, as it was mid day. She turned to look at her mom, walking to her she looped her arm into hers, walking with her to her mom's little black car, that was a newer model.

She climbed into the passenger seat , beside her mom. She pulled her legs onto the seat to sit Indian style. Her head leaned back onto the seat as her mom cranked the car. Her eyes closing to listen to the soft hum of the car as she began to drive. She drifted off into a light sleep.