Twenty Four

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ANDREW
I've been waiting for what feels like an eternity for Elaine to come out from behind the door.

I eventually start pacing around the door nervously. A door opens, but it's not the same door. I groan. The clerk lady at the front desk is watching me intently.

"You're waiting for Elaine right," She asks.

"Yup," I respond.

Finally, the door opens. Both Elaine and the doctor come out of the room. Elaine looking angry.

"What happened," I ask right away.

"He thinks I need to die in the hospital," Elaine growls.

"Don't listen to him," I say.

"The doctor has no idea what he's talking about," Elaine spits.

I nod my head. We leave the stuffy doctors building and out to the loud city.

And we make it back home safely after a forty minute drive that made my palms so sweaty.

I dropped Elaine off at home and I drop myself and the car off at home. My mom wasn't happy I spilt water on the floor of the car, but she didn't seem to care when I told her she can wipe it up because it's still wet.

"How did it go," my mom asks.

"Why are you being so not you right now," I respond.

"What do you mean," she questions.

"You never care how anything goes," I answer.

Then the door bell goes off. My mom and I rush over to the the door. She opens it and a lady and a man stand on the other side.

"We're from the Child Protection Services," she smiles, holding out her hand for us to shake.

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