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-Blooming Iris Chapter 8-

Iris' POV~

After I finished getting ready in the bathroom - a difficult task seeing as I couldn't use my foot - luckily I had Sara's help and the special made wheelchair, which was a definite plus.

"Alright, let's get you downstairs for a nice healthy breakfast," Sara said sweetly, pushing me down the hall.

How the heck are we suppose to go downstairs when I'm in this bed wheelchair thingy? Seeing my confused face, staring down at my wheelchair, Sara explains.

"It's not a problem Iris, Richard has an elevator we can use." At my stupefied expression, Sara continued explaining. "Yeah this place has an elevator; you'll be amazed what this house has." I guess I shouldn't really be surprised, I mean Richard is rich after all.

I nodded at her in understanding. As she got near the elevator, she paused. She went over to press the down button; it slowly slid open, making a soft ding sound. She went back over to me, and wheeled the bed-wheelchair into the elevator. As it closed, she pressed the first floor button, for the kitchen. A few seconds later, the elevator doors slid open and we were in the living room. How I missed the huge elevator in the living room, I would never know. I guess I wasn't really paying attention the other day.

Sara wheeled me into the kitchen right next to the table, but seeing that the wheelchair bed was long, and the table space between the table and the chair wasn't that big, I wondered how I was suppose to eat with no where to put my plate unless I had to put it on my lap?

"If you're wondering where the plate will be going, then it's no problem. We have a tray we can put on your lap, which is pretty much like a small table."

Ohhh, that makes sense, I guess. I smiled, nodding at her.

"I'll be right back; I'm going to see if the food is ready. One of the other maids should have made it by now," she announced, before she turned her back on me.

I searched for a clock to find out the time - I mean, I did wake up pretty late, and I was probably in the bathroom for at least an hour or so... Finally, after much searching I found one located right near the window with the plant. It read 12:45 p.m. So I was in the bathroom for about an hour. Oh well, I guess I'm having a late breakfast once again.

Sara came back over, with a plate of what looks to be eggs and waffles. She set the food down on the table, and came over to me. She bent down; her hands were trying to search for something underneath my wheelchair. I'm guessing it was a button or something, because once she found it, a tray thing popped up, and went over my lap. She moved over to the food and brought it to me, placing it down on my tray.

"What would you like to drink?" Sara inquired.

Orange Juice sounds good right now, but I couldn't really talk to anyone besides Richard. Don't ask me why, but maybe it was the fact that Richard saved me, who knows?

"Still can't talk?" Sara asked, giving me a sad smile.

I felt bad, I really did, but no matter what I couldn't find the voice to talk to anyone besides Richard.

"It's okay," Sara reassured, looking over my face, probably knowing how I felt. "I'll tell you what kinds of drinks we have, and you can just stop me with you hand or just nod when I name something you want to drink, alright?"

I nodded a relieved expression crossing over my face.

"First choice would be water."

I shook my head, no. I mean, I love water, just not for breakfast.

"Alright next choice can be milk. If you pick milk you can have regular, chocolate, or strawberry," she said listing.

I shook my head once again - a no. I didn't feel up to milk this morning. For some reason, I had a strange craving for orange juice.