Our Tears In The Snow

Chapter 3 : The Punch

Breathing was barley an option. My Aunt was fine now. She was asleep, but not dead, at least. My heart was finally calming down to a light throb, although, it didn't help my breathing much. I sat in the leather chair, which in the state I was in, felt as hard as cement, outside Daisy's hospital room door. My expression was frozen, I was rocking back and forth in the seat, no part of my body was still.

This was only one out of the many times my Aunt has collapsed on me, but this was the first time she foamed at the mouth, vomited, had a seizure. She hasn't came to since the little ride we took in the ambulance. As she lay there, paler than the moon, bringing tears to my eyes, the bitch she is. I was trying to hold it together, not show any emotion, to show that I honestly didn't care, but honestly, I do. No matter how much shit she put me through, I had to admit she would always be my Aunt, and the last family I had left. The siren was blaring in my ears and Daisy was trying to escape consciousness. Mouth foam was covering the floor. My Aunt was quivering on the stretcher. Her grasp on my hand squeezed, then let go, then squeezed again. It was a never ending pattern, breaking my heart even more each time, that was until the paramedic removed Daisy from my grasp and struck her with a needle. I had the weakest idea to what was in the needle, but that was out of mind. The two female paramedics raced her into the hospital through the emergency entrance, and I rushed behind them, barely keeping balance.

I was twiddling my fingers together, it was almost three hours after we had reached the hospital. I had no way of contacting anyone, I was stuck, I couldn't explain to Violet why I wasn't going to make an appearance, not that she'd give a crap. No music either, I was buried in silence, other than the beeping of monitors or the whispers of doctors and nurses. My bones were tense, and I was cold. Sitting in the small chair, rocking myself back and forth wasn't helping. I pushed myself up to my feet, almost falling down from the numbness in my legs, but the feeling came back almost instantly and I was able to stand. I was planning on going to get coffee in the emergency waiting room. I looked into the almost pitch black room through the small window. Daisy lay there, peaceful - not acting like a high lunatic for once. The I.V. linger in her arm, that wasn't holding beer. For a second I saw it, the me in my Aunt. In other words, the similarities between us.

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Hot, fresh coffee poured into the foam cup. I was cold, my hair was still wet. The hospital had also let me take a shower over that three hour period. It was in my Aunt's room, but it wasn't uncomfortable since she was unconscious. They lent me some of the few clothes they had to spear, so I was dressed in baggy grey sweats and a black t-shirt. It was a very plain outfit, but it didn't bother me. My hair was up in a messy bun, a little itchy from the wetness and being secluded to one area of my head. I didn't mind. I felt refreshed, but nervous. The coffee took one last dip into the foam cup and I pulled it away and released the button. I sniffled and found myself a comfortable, but still leather, lounge chair to rest on. I didn't have any shoes though, nothing more than two non-matching grey and pink socks.

I rested my head back against the stone wall and took a long and deep sip of the burning coffee. It was black, the way I liked it. I took deep swallows, murdering a few of my taste buds, but I was care free. The coffee also felt like a burning blade against my throat, but the taste was ravishing. I didn't stop taking the long sips until I was nearing the end of my cup, I didn't plan on running out of coffee, but I also wasn't planning on having a dozen cups.

The waiting room was almost empty, except for an elderly man. I was alone, except for the man, who looked as if he had a type of skin disease. I decided it was best to keep to myself. I was always alone. It was something I was use to, but didn't really beg for too much of. That was my biggest fear, being alone if I lose my Aunt. Then I gained another thought. What would happen to me after, if, my Aunt passed away. Would I be thrown in a foster home? Would I be sent to a completely different state? The second theory didn't sound that bad, but the foster home was my nightmare. I had almost been stuck in one before my Aunt gained custody of me. The foster home turned out to be very abusive towards the children they were fostering. That's something I should thank my Aunt for probably. Taking me in and protecting me from bruises and bloody lips.