No Childhood

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After our conversation, I told X and Tre that I was tired. They both said their goodbyes and left. A small yawn escaped my mouth and not a minute later, I drifted off to sleep.

My dreams were full of bad memories and reenactments of the past couple weeks. One of the doctors had to come calm me down twice. After the second time, I didn't go back to sleep.

I sat in the bed watching some show on the small television in the corner of the room.

"Nurse?" I asked, pressing the red button on my hospital bed. I waited, but no one answered. "Nurse?" I asked again.

"Sorry Delilah, someone will there in a minute," she said. A moment later, my door opened, revealing a tall, skinny nurse with blue scrubs on.

"What do you need Delilah?" She asked in a pleasant voice.

"Can I shower?" I asked her. I haven't showered since the day Andre kidnapped me. My armpits needed some love, along with my teeth.

"Uh sure, I'll get you some toiletries," she replied. I nodded and she left the room.

Ten minutes later she came back in with a towel, soap, a toothbrush, deodorant and plastic to wrap my casts. She must've been waiting for me to hit the shower. She dropped off everything inside my bathroom, besides the plastic and came back to my bed.

"Let me wrap your casts," she said. I slowly threw my legs over the side of the bed a sat up. I heard my bones cracking as I did so. It felt good, but hurt at the same time.

The nurse placed the plastic on my casts and helped me into the bathroom. Luckily there was a seat in the shower.

"Do you need help getting undressed?" She asked me. I looked down at the hospital gown I was dressed in and shook my head.

"No thanks. I think I can handle it," I replied. "But can you start the water?" I asked her. She nodded and set the water to a warm setting.

"Thank you," I said as she walked out.

"I'll be right outside. Just call me if you need anything," she told me, and shut the door.

I pulled off my dirty clothing and sat inside the shower. The refreshing, warm water ran down my body as I relaxed in my seat. There wasn't a worry in my head. I scrubbed every inch of my body, making sure there wasn't an speck of dirt left on me.

When I was finished, I shut off the water.

"Nurse!" I yelled. Realizing I was naked, I quickly grabbed my old hospital gown and covered myself.

"Yes?" She asked, opening the door.

"Can I have some new clothes?" I asked.

"Look in that cabinet right there," she said pointing to the far right cabinet. "There are some more gowns in there," she told me. I looked salt the cabinet then back at her.

"What about under clothes?" I asked.

"I can wash yours for you, but we don't have any underclothes honey," she told me.

"Uh, okay," I said. "I'll bring them out to you." The nurse nodded and shut the door. I dropped the gown in my hand and retrieved one from the cabinet.

After I got it on I grabbed my underclothes and hopped out the bathroom. When the nurse saw me she gasped.

"Honey, don't do that. You're going to make you leg worse," she said. "All you had to do was call me." I handed her my clothes and she helped me back into my bed, which had new sheets.

"Thank you," I said once I was lying down again.

"No problem. Is there anything else you need?" She asked me. On queue a loud rumble erupted from my stomach.

"Yea, can I have some food please?" I asked her. She nodded and exited the room, leaving me alone with only a television.

Twenty minutes later a different nurse entered the room with a tray of food. As soon as the smell hit my nose, my stomach let out a low growl.

"Sounds like someone's hungry," She stated, setting the tray in front of me. Meatloaf, broccoli, and mashed potatoes covered my plate, along with some milk, apple juice, and a banana on the side.

"Thank you," I said, grabbing my fork.

My meal was gone in a matter of minutes and I felt full. It was the first meal I'd had in days.

"How was it?" My nurse asked, walking in suddenly. The sudden noise made me jump slightly.

"Delicious," I replied.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just going to check your IV and I'll take the tray back to the cafeteria," she said politely.

"Okay," I said, turning my attention back to the Television.

***

I stayed in the hospital for a few days, just waiting for the minute I'd see my siblings again. Tre and X visited me regularly, comforting me as much as possible. Especially Tre. X worked, so I didn't see him as much, but Tre was there a lot. He brought me food and drinks and helped me to and from the bathroom a few times. He'd even fallen asleep while watching TV with me, like now.

I just stared at him, surveying his features. He had large bags under his eyes and scars stained his face. His appearance told that he'd been through a lot. Way more than someone his age should go through.

My eyes traveled to his mouth. His pink lips were slightly parted, as he slept. They made me think back kiss we shared inside the vent. I honesty hadn't thought about much. But then, it made me wonder if he had feelings for me, or if it was just the heat of the moment. Then again who would kiss someone, looking like that without actually having feelings for them?

The sound of the door opening brought me back to the present. I looked up to see Dr. Maxwell entering the room. I hadn't seen him since the day I got shot.

"Hey Delilah, long time no see," he said.

"Yea," I said. "Where'd you go?" I asked. He sighed.

"The boss suspended me, for a little bit," he replied. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Its a long story, but I called the cops on Andre," he replied.

"Really? How'd you know?" I asked.

"Right after you told me your name was Delilah, he called you Danielle, the fake name you told Kevin and his family."

Kevin? I'd forgot about Kevin! Andre killed his family, his brother and mother were dead and it was my fault. No wonder he never came back. He was probably devastated, mourning over his losses. I shouldn't have gotten him involved in the first place.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Maxwell asked noticing my sudden sadness.

"Kevin... Andre murdered his family," I replied.

"Oh," he said surprised. "This is news to me. I hope he's doing okay," Dr. Maxwell said.

"Yeah, I do too," I replied.

"I do have some good news though,"Dr. Maxwell said, trying brighten the mood. "You're getting transfered tomorrow. You can go back home Delilah."