Every day for the next two weeks I tried to see Evie, but it was always the same thing. Two-Bit or Grandad would drive me to the hospital, we'd go inside, I'd politely ask whether I can see her, be then told that that was impossible, I'd politely ask when I could see her, be told that they didn't know, then I'd leave, feeling as though I was betraying her.
Until one Thursday morning. Two-Bit came and picked me up at the beginning of visiting hours. We drove the the hospital; Two talked about the good feeling he had about the day ahead.
I walked up to the reception desk, but it was a different lady sat in front of the discharge papers.
"Hello, would it be possible for me to see Evie in Room 6 today?" I asked.
"Yes, of course dear." She said with a kind and warm smile.
Two-Bit and I followed her down the corridor back to the room that we'd shared, but instead of stopping there, we carried on down two more corridors and entered a small, clinical smelling room.
"Just a quick warning," the nurse began, "there's been a few complications with her, so be careful and don't stay for too long,"
A chill ran down my spine as I approached Evie.
"Hello?" I heard her voice and I relaxed, suddenly reaching her bedside.
"Hey Evie, you won't believe how hard it was to get in here," I say. Two-Bit stands behind me, a reassuring hand resting on my shoulder.
"Flora, I can't feel my fucking legs! No one will tell me whats going on! No one will tell me whats wrong with me! No one will tell me where you guys were or how long I'd been unconscious for or nothing," she panics, "You're the first person who's spoken to me since I woke up."
"Jesus Christ Evie, what do you mean you can't feel your legs?" I begin.
"They treating you bad here, Evie?" Two-Bit says sternly.
"Well, they ain't treating me good," she says. She explains how no one's been telling her anything and how rough they've been when giving her medication. I explain what had happened the night of the accident and how long she'd been unconscious and how I'd been trying to visit her and they'd refused.
Two-Bit stayed quiet mostly, just looking stern and glaring at any member of staff that showed their faces.
We stayed talking to Evie for about an hour and left angry. After, we drove to the Dingo as Two-Bit suggested we got some food and watched a movie to ease my stress. The movie didn't start for three quarters of an hour so we sat at a table, ate, drank and talked.
In this moment, I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky as to find someone who understood me, and cared for me.
A/N:
It's so frustrating when I constantly have people commenting on my chapters telling me to update etc but when I actually do no one votes or even reads it :(
