Master

White Rooms and Doctors

"Is she OK?! Oh my, oh my, oh my..."

"Please ma'am, would you give us a second?"

"She needs me! Look at her!"

"Please ma'am what she needs right now is a doctor and if you keep interrupting us, she won't be able to get the help she needs from us! Now please, go wait in the waiting room while we finish up trying to get the bullet out of her shoulder."

"PLEASE! I can take blood! Can I please be in the room while you take the bullet out? Please. She needs me!" 

The women's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

There was silence for a moment while it seemed like the doctor thought about her request.

"OK, I think that would be OK. But please, stay out of the way and don't say a word. We need to concentrate."

"Yes, thank you. Thank you!"

Pain. All the pain in the world seemed to come flooding to my shoulder as I blacked out for the second time. 

***

Maybe it had been two days, maybe just two hours, but no matter the time, I was awake. 

"Juliet! Oh your awake! Oh dear! Doctor, doctor she's awake!" 

I blinked and looked around. A short, older women with graying hear and wrinkles around her eyes sat in the room looking as if she had been crying for days, staring at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Who are you?" 

"Oh dear I'm so sorry dear! My name is Rose! I was your parent's secretary when they were still alive. Oh were those the days." She smiled to herself. "The last time I saw you dear was when you were just a little girl maybe about five years old. Oh you were such a beautiful girl, very strong and sophisticated that's for sure! Even while you were a little one I knew you would be just like your father, strong and powerful, very good at what he did best, fight." She cackled. "From what I've read in the papers it seems like you did just that! But oh boy when I read the papers this morning and saw that you had been shot, I just had to come and find you! I told myself after your parents died that I wouldn't get mixed up in your life because I would get way too attached, but this?! Oh I just had to get involved!" Concern spread across her face as she told the last bit.

"Wait. You knew my parents?" 

"Yes dear. Very well too." She smiled again to herself and went back in time. " I used to babysit you when your parents were away on 'business trips' you know. Oh you used to love to come and visit you Auntie Rose!" She paused to watch my face.

As I studied her face more, I saw an older, more wrinkled version of the Aunty Rose I once knew and I began to cry. 

As I cried, Rose came over to me and hugged me in that hospital bed whispering that it would be alright and stroking my hair.

After I had started to calm down she told me that if I wanted I could come and live with her for a little while until I got too sick of her and wanted to move out. She also promised that she wouldn't tell anyone my real age (because she knew all too well what my real age and birthday was) and that I was safe with her. 

After a few days of crappy hospital food and more of Auntie Rose's stories, we could finally leave and go to her house just off of the city and about a half an hour away from my old apartment. 

"Alright dear over here is your old room from when you used to come and visit. It's kinda out dated so later we can go to the store and pick out some paint and furniture to decorate it if you would like."

I walked into the old room of mine and I almost stared crying again. 

The room was my old favorite shade of pink and had all of my favorite princesses pasted up on the wall. My little twin sized bed sat in the corner with my old desk that I remembered vaguely sat in the opposite corner, with all my old crayons and paper in it's old place. 

Part of me just wanted to keep it the way it was, but I knew that it needed to go. I turned out the door and went downstairs.

"Do you remember your room?" Rose asked.

"Yes actually I do." I said.

"You used to adore that place." She laughed. "You and I would draw pictures all the time on that desk of yours. I think I still have them somewhere..."

"Why did you keep it that way? Why didn't you change it to, like, a storage room or something?" I asked curiously.  

She paused for a second from making her famous chocolate chip cookies I remembered so well and turned to look at me. 

"I kept it so I could always remember you and your parents. I had no intention of getting involved in your life for my own reasons but I always had the intention to remember your family for as long as I lived."  

And with that, she got back to perfecting those cookies of hers for us to eat.