Irish Luck

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Aimee was finally let out of the hospital, with her fancy new prosthetic leg. She was very depressed during her stay in the hospital, she wouldn't look people in the eye, the nurses told me they hear muffled crying from her room at night. One nurse, the one with the light brown hair and grey eyes, told me she wouldn't eat for two days. I thin her name was Grace; she also told me Aimee would look at her stubbed leg and just cry all over again. She would yell at the nurses to get out if she started crying. I felt so horrid for my sister, I just wanted to give her her leg back, but the closest thing we could get her was a prosthetic. She learned how to put it on, how to take care of it, and how to walk on it.

Dad wouldn't talk to anyone. It looked like it pained him to visit Aimee, and see her leg. At dinner, he would eat quickly and retreat to his room. He didn't want to interact with anyone, he seemed to enjoy his solitude. I asked Mom if he was depressed, and she said he's just going through a tough time. I didn't want him to think it was his falt, like he ripped her leg off. I asked Mom if we could get him a doctor, like a therapist or something, and she said "Your Father would rather walk through hell and back than sit on a couch in front of a stranger and talk about his feelings." After that bit of information, I spoke to one of the doctors about my father's behavior, just to get a medical perspective on it. They said he might be going through minor depression, blaiming himself for the accident, seeing his daughter in pain, and thinking "what if". I asked them what I could do, and he told me to wait and see what happens, and if it gets worse, to call him. I liked this doctor, Doctor Yen.

I had spent most of my time worrying about Aimee, and visiting her in the hospital. I would speak to her nurses everyday, occasionally the doctor as well. They would update me on how Aimee is doing, usually they would just tell me that she's showing symptoms of depression. I hoped my sister wasn't depressed, it sounds awful to be depressed. And she'll over come her loss of leg and probably become a gold medalist in the handicapped olympics because she's that good. I rarely spoke to Emily and Mackenzie, or any of my friends for that matter. I even neglected to keep in contact with Niall, for the stress was eating me alive. I wanted my sister to have a good life, not have this incident define her.

"Alright, you're ready to go! Don't forget to take your medication once a day, an hour after you eat," the nurse, Grace, instructed our family. Aimee stood, using her new leg with ease. My parents stood on either side of her to make sure she wouldn't fall or trip.

"How do you feel, Aimee?" I asked her.

"I feel..." she paused, "I don't know. I feel like a freak."

"You're not a freak, many people have prosthetic legs!" my mother said encouragingly.

"I guess you're right," she said, carefully watching her step. We got in the car and began to drive home. Aimee sat in the back seat silently with me as we watched the landscape of Sacramento sink in. I knew Aimee didn't want to act upset around our father because he was going through his own stuff, so she just kept to herself.

We finally arrived at the house, and I helped Aimee out of the car with ease. My mother sent me a large smile as she began to unlock the front door. I looked up to my father, to see he was smiling slightly as well. I looked to Aimee, who was just as confused as I was.

"Surprise!" we heard various shouts as we flicked on the lights. There was a banner in the front hall of the house that said "Welcome Home Aimee!" As I looked amongst the crowd, I couldn't believe who was in front of us.

"Hi Kennedy," he said sweetly. My mother was hung open at the sight of him.

"Oh my gosh! You guys threw me a party?" Aimee asked, looking around at all the people.