The Rosett Legacy

Chapter 7

A/N: This chapter took longer then expected. We weren't happy and felt that the words weren't showing the right characteristics for each character. But we have finished it. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter because it was hard conveying all the emotions Mat is feeling.  Do vote, and share. We here, would love any comments and constructive criticism is welcomed. Thanks once again.

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M and G

Tuesday 3rd February 2016, 4:30am....

I opened my eyes. It hurt to do so but it was the only movement I could feel. At first, I thought it was all a bad dream, that I was back in my bed and had slept while on the laptop. The white lighting in the room made me think that no, I wasn't in my bedroom but the living room. I don't remember going to sleep in the living room. But my eyes focused on the one thing it could see. The ceiling wasn't my house ceiling. I wasn't home. I didn't know where I was. My other senses were starting come back. I could hear the constant beep of a monitor increase speed. For some reason, I started to shake. My hands and legs were grabbed by rough hands. I heard a deep voice go, "she is going into...arrest, quick...." Before I could comprehend what the rest of the sentence was, I felt a tiny pinch on my left side of the neck. I was asleep again.

How long I was out for I didn't know but when I woke up the second time, I knew where I was. I was also in control of my body this time. I also seemed to have increased energy in me. A glucose drip was attached into my vein in my left wrist. Trying not to damage my already damaged body, I steadily got off my back. I wasn't in my jeans or top, I was in a dull blue hospital gown which I hated. My free hand went around the back of my neck to squeeze the tiredness out. My mind didn't care about how I was or what was wrong with me. I needed to see if...oh god. Where was Jason? Oli and Jessica, were they alright? The images of the accident came back to me like a speed train.

I was going to do something really silly. I was going to rip the drip cord attached to me. I mean I've seen it so many times on TV and thought how stupid it was because if the drip were not removed properly, it could cause internal bleeding. So I knew I had to carefully remove it. Closing the drips opening which was hanging from the stand next to the hospital bed, I stopped the flow of glucose entering the needle. I then slowly removed the tape over the needle which was buried deep within my skin. Closing the tap on the end of the needle I made sure that nothing was going into my blood stream. Taking the needle slowly out, I let the little drops of blood come out of my wrist. Using the bottom of my hospital gown, I pressed the cloth to stop the bleeding, holding my wrist like that for about a minute or so. Placing the needle on the side table next to the bed, I got up.

Wobbly at first but I got the hang of my legs again. Taking tiny baby steps my numb legs started their pin and needle assault. Slowly gaining blood flow in my legs, I saw my dirty clothes on the scanty, buoyant, oak chair at the corner of the room and held them in my hands. I was contemplating in wearing them or not. I wasn't in good shape so thought that I didn't need to consume energy on wearing them. Taking them in my hand I headed towards my room door. Before leaving the room I scanned the area and saw my phone on the chair where my clothes had been. Taking my phone with me I closed the door behind me as soundlessly as possible.

I was in the hospital corridor, which was empty and void of anyone, in only a cerulean gown reaching only my knees and bear feet. Seeing as my room was the last one in the corridor, I staggered across. Each door had a name of the patient written on it. My eyes only wanted to see one name and that was 'Rosett'. I walked down the illuminated corridor, unsure of what I was doing. A part of me was telling me to turn back and go back into my room, but another part wanted to see if Jason was okay and safe. Passing the double doors, I came to a crossing. There were three paths I could take. I could either walk straight towards the corridor which was labelled refractory, or left which was labelled paediatric ward, or right to emergency and accident ward. Looking through the glass on the right door, I saw it was too crowded with patients waiting to seen by a doctor. I knew I couldn't go right. I decided to continue walking straight to the refractory, maybe I could find something to eat.

Walking with a limp, I felt the cold wind touch the hairs of my legs left exposed by the depressed hospital clothing. I knew my hair looked like a bird's lair and I probably had red eyes. I felt weak but I still continued on my trek. I walked into the refectory. My eyes darted around taking in the surrounding. My eyes caught the small clock hanging on its hinges on the wall. It read 11:00. I didn't know if it was 11:00 in the morning or the night; it also didn't help that there were no window in the blasted building. The food court and sitting space were empty, making me think it must be night time. Ignoring the rumble in my tummy, I proceeded across the hall and towards the opposite corridor leading to god knows where. Opening the dual doors I was once again in a corridor full of doors leading to hospital beds. Checking the name on each door, I was half way across when I found my six-letter surname imprinted on the white paper stuck on a random door in the middle of the corridor. My hand shoot to the handle and twisted it gently as possible, hoping no noise was made. Concentrating in entering as inaudibly as possible, I closed the door behind me then pressed my back against the door in relief.

Resting my head against the door behind me I took in long breaths and closed my eyes, trying to stop my dizziness take over me. Blinking my eyes into focus, I took in the view of the room. There, connected to machines beeping, lay all my siblings in consecutive beds. Jason's head was bandaged and his left hand, which was not covered by the thin duvet, was all bruised yellow and purple. Jessica had her leg covered in a net bag, so her burnt leg wouldn't get infected. Oliver was the only one awake. I saw that he had shifted his head and was looking at me with his cloudy, unsettled eyes. His bed was considerably away from the door I was leaning on but I still took the steps ahead and sat down on the chair next to his bed. The plastic chair wasn't as comfy as I wanted it to be but it had to do for now. Just next to Oli's left eye and at the end of the eyebrow he had five stitches covering a diagonal jagged cut. He couldn't open his left eye properly due to the inflammation of the cut. Other than that, Oliver was the one with the minimal injury. His fingers were fiddling with his duvet increasing the wrinkles on the material. He opened his mouth to say something, nothing came out but air. His eyes left me and wondered around the room. Closing his mouth he gulped and tried to talk again,"Ma...ah-"

"Shhhhh, you need to rest," I heartened him. Using my thighs as support, I got up from my chair. Walking towards the bed table next to his bed, I got a glass and water jug which was on it. I poured water in the glass but my hands were shaking, some of the water poured went out of the glass and on the table making it wet and the surface slippery. Filling the glass as much as I could I put the jug back down on the table. As I was directly next to the hospital bed, I bent down even though my body was protesting, I tried to find the buttons which would lift the bed and make Oliver's body sit up straight. I couldn't find it, my eyebrows scrunched up and I looked up to see Oli, to make sure he was okay. That was when I noticed that he was in pain. He was trying to lift his left arm which was just next to me, I saw something in his hand. Instinctively, I stopped him and put his hand back by his side and took what was in his hand. They were the buttons I was looking for. I just gave him a small smile, it was all I could muster. Using the buttons I lifted his bed up to 45 degrees up, once that was done, Oli just gave a sigh and smiled back at me, but it didn't reach his eyes like they used to.

Giving the buttons back to him, I took the glass of water and brought the tip of the glass close to his lips. He drank the water, gulping as much as he could. His eyes closed as he drank the water. His hair came over his eyes and I could see that it irritated him. Once he finished drinking I put the glass back and let my hands put his hair behind his ears. "Thank you." He whispered, if it wasn't for the deafening silence in the room, those words wouldn't even be heard. But I did hear them and my mask slipped. I was trying to be strong for him but .... I started crying. Oliver patted his left hand on the bed, telling me to sit on it. I did, one look at him and I knew what I had to do. Looking at him, I made sure he wasn't hurt anywhere near his chest. I hugged him, putting my hand underneath his arms and putting my whole body next to his. I laid down on his left, resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and felt his chin rest on top of my head.

I couldn't hear anything but the static in my mind, and I felt nothing but the numbness in my hands holding on to Oli as long as I could. I didn't hear the door open or close. I just stayed and let my exhaustion take over me again. I thought maybe if I close my eyes and woke up again, it will all be a dream again; that thought was too good to be true.