Gone

"The Start Of The Beginning" 26

"Many patients feel that way since the potassium is running through your veins. Don't worry. Your doctor says to put you on anti depressants, so your first dosage is tonight, before bed. Also, the food is being warmed up, it's about dinner time." It was dinner time already? How silly. It was already about 5 PM. "Right after your dinner - or during - your pediatric doctor will pay you a visit. She doesn't mind during your dinner service since she barely visits this hospital." She checked my IV and the monitors. "She's very nice - you'll love her."

I nodded, and watched her walk out of the room. "Ya know-" Adrianna said, interupting my thoughts. "I really do care about you. I love you." I nodded, hoping she'd cease her speaking. I turned my head and realized how much I really did miss Niall. I wish he were here. But he doesn't care - just like everyone else. A stomach grumble stopped my thoughts and I knew the culprit wasn't me. 

I turned over, wiping the sadness from my eyes. "Go get food. I'm fine. Go eat. Get something special. Enjoy food - do whatever. I'm fine. I'm at a hospital for bloody hell. Bring me back snacks. Something small. I want one single fortune cookie. That's all." I rambled. She nodded, and mumbled, "Are you sure, Andrea? I don't wanna-" but I told her to go. 

"The food is coming for me and the doctor is coming, with nothing I'm sure you need to know. Go get food." I warmed a smile up and passed it to my mouth.

She walked out of my room and down the hall. That was the last I saw of her for the rest of the day. I sighed. I was alone. I leaned up in the bed, looking to see if maybe, just maybe, she brought me a book, or her laptop. Before I gave up, I saw the red shiny surface. I climbed out of bed, and balanced myself. I grabbed a hold on the machine pole, and tugged it with me to the laptop. I slowly sat myself back down. The walk needed so much more energy than I had to give. Opening the laptop, I immediatley clicked internet. Google was the homepage, so that was what came up. andrea mcdonald was what I searched. Below the first link was a couple of the same YouTube videos - and Niall was the title.

I clicked the video of course. It started with Niall walking through an airport. Paparazzi was everywhere - while fans were recording.  "Niall! Niall!" they all called. If I were him I'd hate that. I felt bad for him, I wanted to pry the evil teenager's hands off him. I could see the discomfort in his eyes. "Do you miss Andrea?" They knew my name? He bit his lip, and focused on something straight ahead as if there was something to watch for. "Did you make Andrea pregnant? Did you hit her? Did you rape her?" The first two questions he knew was just to get a reaction out of him - something to use as gossip, but the third... 

He turned to the paparazzi who asked. A fan was right behind him, which was the person who was recording this. Niall smiled a wicked smile, definetley fake. Then he threw one single punch. A couple of the people gasped. The man fell to the ground, and Niall kept walking. Everyone was silence, and followed him again - but at a distance. From how far she was - I noticed that his hand was dripping blood, but no one bothered to tell him. Two girls ran up with a pen and paper, but he ignored them, and kept walking. The video ended. Instintly, I searched on Google Niall Horan latest news and below the videos there was an article saying he was back in England for a tour break, and he was planning on going back to America. 

I closed the laptop after reading that because a beautiful smell drifted through my nose. I watched the nurse Danica lay my food plate on my table, my laptop secure under my blankets. It was quite chilly in England. 

The plate was a dark blue, navy blue for sure. When I lifted the lid I saw mashed potatoes, a cup of gravy next to it, carrots, macaroni and cheese, and a tuna salad. The mayo was very strong smelling. Next to the small bowl was two buns, butter, a cup of celery and onions, a fork, apple juice, and a cup of coffee. The first thing I did was dive into the tuna salad. I never had it before, but always hated mayo, but I was starving. "You have to be fed for two now that your child is getting bigger." She rolled an ultrasound into the room, and slid it to the corner. "Tomorrow I'll get you food that you can chew, since you are very hungry, I can tell." She smiled, and watched my chow down my carrots since I was already finished with the tuna and mashed potatoes. Once I finished the very tasty carrots, I drowned my throat with apple juice. "Those two detectives, William and Jon are coming to see you tomorrow, and also supposedly you can leave tomorrow." I nodded, and finished my milk, done with everything. She did say I needed to start eating for two, and considering how hungry I was.

Once she took the plate, a nurse in her 50's came into my room with a briefcase, and a huge bag that made noise when the things in it moved. She had blond hair, which was pulled into a fancy bun on top of her head. She had wrinkles next to her nose, under her eyes, and she had brown eyes. She smiled. "My name is Doctor Wilson. I'm your pediatrics doctor." She held her hand out, and shook my hand. "We're going to get you an ultrasound later with 4 months pictures. But," she mumbled, spinning a doctor's chair around and sat down, "today I'm here to tell you everything you need to know about having a baby, your symptoms, and everything you can imagine. This is your very own pregnancy symptom book." She handed me a carboard booklet with up to 10 months of information worthy. There was symptoms, a picture of what I would look like in the mirror to the side, a picture of the baby, a To Do list, and information on whats forming inside the baby. Since I was still in 4 months, even though I was at the end, I was still 4 months. 

My belly was just getting bigger, if I wore a tight shirt surely you could tell I was pregnant. I was feeling his or her kicks already. My belly looked just like the picture. The symptom list said: baby kicking/moving; and that was it.

It said my baby was the size of a sweet potatoe, and I smiled since that meant it was growing. Under the To Do list it said schedule an ultrasound, talk to the baby, and think of names. 

"I hear you are 18 months along, right?" I nodded, with a satisfied smile. "Have you thought of names?" Yet again, I nodded. I still had weak energy, although I had just eaten. "Wonderful. In this month, you can speak to your baby, since they can hear everything now thanks to special bones in their ears. From now on in your pregnancy, your baby will hear everything from your heart, to your voice, to the fathers voice." I cringed. The father? I didn't even know who the father was. The nurse talked about months 5-9 since in a couple of days, it'd be month 5. She left, and I was left alone. Every once and a while I'd yawned, until finally I decided to just go to bed. Tomorrow the detectives were coming to speak to me. The doctor would see if I could speak or eat, which I could. The nurse said something along the lines of I'm getting my feeding tube out of my arm tomorrow, as well. My eyes pulled themselves closed, as I looked out the window. The moon was yellow and full. The stars around it were shining and happy. My mind wandered to Niall. Was he asleep? Did he even care about me anymore? Then I fell asleep.

The night before I had no dreams or nightmares, but I did wake up bright and early. A nurse brought me a plate of a couple of things. An orange, scrambled eggs, Cheerios cereal, and two hashbrown patties. There was orange and apple juice boxes, and a milk. I thanked her politely, and saw Adrianna walk in. "I came to see you late last night," she was telling me. "But you were asleep, so I went home. I brought you a fortune cookie." I cracked the shell, and placed it on the trash on my breakfast platter. After 'eating for two' I was finished with the whole platter of food. Finally, I was full of food. My baby quit squirming and seemed to take a nap inside of my belly. I reached for the fortunes. I've always believed that fortune tellers and interesting tarrot cards were somehow real. I always believed in those immature fortune readers. The first one I picked up just said 'Be happy you've just enjoyed wonderful food.' [A/N true story brah.] I giggled, considering that was the first time I ever heard hospital food being 'wonderful', but then again, how often does your sister bring you two fortune cookies while you're in the hospital, pregnant, and dehydrated. I haven't had it happen much.

The second one was just plain simple. 'Danger ahead of your path.' Immediatley I associated it with the fortune teller from the fair. She mentioned bad things about to happen, but I simply put it as a file in my brain as 'Stupid.'