Gone

"The Touch In Healing" 25

They flattened me out, and rolled me outside. I saw through my side view, Nyxinia was staring at me from her porch. Her little brother who was about 15 was starring as well. I noticed a couple of reporters on my lawn video taping me riding out to the ambulance. I didn't know why it was important. I saw one of the reporters was E! Entertainment. Ready for all the rumors, Adrianna? I thought. I was wheeled into the ambulance, while the woman inside was checking my pulse, and lungs, and all the stuff they do for a regular doctors visit. 

I sat in a room with Adrianna for a while. She eventually got tired of me not talking, and turned the television on. She must'v noticed the E! News reporter as well as me, and that was what she had on. I wasn't able to see the television from where my head was, but I heard it, and when they said my name, I was listening distinctly.

"Andrea McDonald had to be carried out of her house by stretcher today around 3 Pm. She seemed to be awake, but unresponsive. A neighbor says she heard screaming the other night, as well. Andrea seemed perfectly fine coming home for the London fair, even ffine enough to flip our camera crew off. Andrea seemed to be having difficult pains in her stomach, as seen in this video. So, Andrea, what's the 411?" Adrianna shut the television off, and watched a doctor who seemed to be in his 40's come in the room. 

"Is she deaf in any way?"

"No, but she has been having very troubling nightmares, lately. She is about 3 months pregnant, and hasn't talked in about 4 days."

"That's not good," he mumbled logging into the computer system. "Ah, McDonald, Andrea. 3 and a half months pregnant. No hearing or seeing problems." He looked back at me, and looked at my eyes and opened my mouth for me. "How long has it been since she's eaten or drank anything. She looks dehydrated." Adrianna frowned.

"About 4 days since she had even a half of a meal. She's drank about half of one cup a day for the 4 days, too. Some days it'd be a quater of the cup. I never measured. I thought she'd be fine." 

"Yes, she's dehydrated. Can I ask you to step out for a minute or 2. I want to check her baby and try to get her to speak."

"No problem, Doctor Bonfield." She stepped out, glancing my way before shutting the door properly.

"Ms. McDonald, how are you today?" I looked straight ahead at the ceiling. Theres was about 5 nails half unscrewed. "Ah, you won't speak will you? I'm going to have to insert an IV inside your arm, and feed you liquidy food since you won't eat or drink anything. You're very dehydrated. Thats not good for the baby." In my mind I was unscrewing the nail. I felt my arm twitch. I pretended I was listening to music instead of sitting by this doctor, him telling me what was wrong with me. "Okay, then. I'm going to lift your shirt up so I can check the baby's status. If you don't drink fluids then...." I closed my mind and focused only on the screw. I was waiting for it actually to fall out and hit me or the doctor. When I felt cool jelly hit my stomach I was brought back to the doctor's attention. "Mmmmhmm. Ok. Let's see." He rubbed the machine hand around my belly button. He turned the machine so it was facing him, not me. He typed things into the machine, and pulled my shirt back down. "Progress is good. She might be a little late. You never know though. I've heard you have been having terrible stomach pains. I cannot do anything to treat you for that, but you can use a heating pad." He slid the machine into the corner before pulling a chair next to me. "Mumble something. Anything. C'mon." I took a deep breath and looked at him. "I know how it is, you don't want to think, you don't want to do anything. But you have a baby. You have a living thing inside of you. Do you love it?" He said so many things, trying to get me to speak, but I barely spoke. "If you don't talk to me I'm signing you up for the mental part of the hospital." I cleared my throat, and thought why not try to talk? "I'm admitting you into the hospital, normal part, and if tomorrow you aren't talking tomorrow I'm admitting you into a pyschiatric hospital." He got up and opened the door. Adrianna rushed to the door, and looked at me, not moving or speaking.