The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 8: Hunting

Eden's p.o.v

   I had planned to go straight outside, but a thought came to me from the back of my mind. When I got to the front desk I smiled at the lady once more, to which she gave one back. I was glad she hadn't created a pre-conceived notion of me, as people usually do to others. I waited patiently for her to finish whatever she was doing, lighting tapping my fingers on the counter top. After a few minutes, she looked up at me and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry for the wait, what can I do for you, again," She apologized.

"Oh, no worries, do you remember the older lady that Leo came in with?" I asked.

"Yes, I recall her, what about her?" She responds.

"Well, I was just wondering if she was alright, and once again, if you could tell me where to find her," I explain.

"Let me check," She offers, then typing furiously at her keyboard, "Yes, she seems to be fine now, I can't tell you what was wrong with her, privacy policies, but she is still in the building."

"I understand, could you tell me what room?" I ask eagerly.

"I suppose no relations to this one either?" She states more than asks, adding a small smile at the end.

"Nope," I simply say, waiting for her response.

"Well," She sighs, "Officially, I'm not aloud..." She pauses for a moment "but if I could, I would say room 204, third floor, but I can't tell you, sorry," She smirks.

"Well that's a shame, thanks anyways," I sigh dramatically, then smirking softly back, heading to the elevator.

     For the third time that day, I headed onto the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. When they do, I rush to the room that she unofficially told me to go to. I then walk in slowly, glancing throughout the room. I see a woman lying down, with a oxygen mask. I stroll over to her and sit down slowly, so she wasn't surprised by my appearance. The woman was old, with wrinkles and white hair. Her light brown eyes traveled to me gently and she smiled.

"Who is this beauty that's come to see me?" She asks sweetly, putting her hand on mine.

"Hi Miss, my name's Eden, you don't know me or anything but I saw when you came in and I just wanted to check up on you," I explain softly.

"Oh, thank you dear, that's very considerate, but you don't have to speak so softly, I'm old not scared," She jokes, "They've got me hooked up to all these things because of my stroke, I don't think they understand that I'm stronger than I look, these young doctors and their fancy equipment," She rants lightly.

"I'm sure you give them one hell of a fight," I tease.

"Oh I'm positive I do, hate needles, always have, but I'll be out soon, my husband, Paul, will be here shortly, he's quite the little devil, he's gone to get me something other than this horrid hospital food. We still have a little something in us yet," She reveals.

"I believe it," I respond, then hearing the door open.

    I don't need to see who it is to know. The love that filled her eyes when he came in showed it all, she grinned at him when he brought the food up to us, pulling out the tray, and taking everything out of the bag, taking fries for himself. He looks to me with curious eyes, but they quickly travel to his love.

"Are you feeling well Addie?" He asks worriedly.

"Paul, you know me, of course I'm fine, just starving," She jokes.