"Daddy? Where are you going?" I yawned, rubbing my tired eyes.
My dad was on his way out the door, he had woken me from my sleep. I stared unknowingly at my father who I would never see again after this moment in my life.
"Daddy's just taking a little trip, just remember he loves you." He smiled, before walking out the door and leaving me in my little polka dot pajamas.
I walked through the doors of the hospital, immediately heading into the locker rooms to change into my white scrubs. I smiled at a few of the other nurses before making my way to the third floor.
I stepped into the elevator, a boy with blonde hair standing next to me. I leaned against the back, secretly glancing at the boy beside me.
"My brother's getting surgery today." He spoke out of the blue.
I looked to him, examining his face for emotion. Sadly I couldn't find any, so I was unsure of what to say.
"The surgeons said there's a close to none possibility he could die, but I can't help but worry. I don't know what I'll do if I lose him." He turned to me, his eyes filled with anxiety.
"What procedure is he having?" I fixed my blonde ponytail.
"Appendectomy." He looked down at his feet as if embarrassed for being worried.
"He's your brother, it's okay to worry about him. Like you said though, it's a simple procedure and it's not very likely he'll die." I turned to him with a reassuring smile.
He smiled back and we stepped off of the elevator. I began to walk fast, but he caught up to me. He was obviously wanting to talk more.
"I'm Dylan by the way." he flashed his pearly, white teeth. Wow, bipolar much?
"I'm nurse Bennett, but my first name is Ember." I continued to walk fast, trying to watch where I'm going instead of focusing my vision on him.
"Where are you headed, Ember?" He asked. Someone's feeling friendly today.
"To prep a patient named Cole." I quickly responded, making it to the doorway of my next patient and stopping to face Dylan.
"My brother?" He raised an eyebrow.
"If your brother's name is Cole Sprouse, then yes." I giggled, opening the hospital room door and walking in.
In bed laid a boy who had a very similar appearance to Dylan, but instead Cole had black hair.
"Nice, you brought me a hot nurse." The boy in the hospital gown smirked as I read through his chart.
This morning he had come into the ER complaining of abdominal pain in his lower right quadrant, a couple hours later being diagnosed with Appendicitis.
This is a very common and easy procedure, removing the appendix from the lower right side of your abdomen. Appendicitis is when your appendix becomes inflamed and bacteria builds up in the organ, and leads to the formation of pus.
We are taking him into surgery now, because if it goes untreated the appendix will burst and release bacteria and other harmful substances into his abdominal cavity.
Thankfully, as humans we don't exactly need our appendix and our bodies will function perfectly fine without them.
We couldn't perform the surgery until now because he had to go at least eight hours without eating or drinking.
Recovery should be quick if there aren't any complications and Cole will be able to return to his normal routine in 1 to 3 weeks after the surgery.
I closed the chart and set it back onto his bed, looking up to him and raising an eyebrow.
"Wow, I haven't heard that one in about an hour. Good job." I rolled my eyes, checking his paperwork to make sure he was clear for surgery.
I walked over to him, beginning to check his vitals and setting up his monitors.
"Hey I think you have something on your face." He glanced up at me as I stuck the IV into his arm.
"What? What is it?" I stood up straight, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Oh never mind, it's just your pretty eyes." A smug look appeared on his face.
"I have to admit, that was a good one." I giggled a bit.
"Wanna hear another?" He asked, myself only now noticing his brother had disappeared somewhere out of the room.
"Sure." I agreed, watching the little piece of hair that hung out of place.
"Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a pretty sweet ass." He winked.
"Nice one." I rolled my eyes jokingly, walking over to him and fixing the piece of hair.
"It was annoying me." I shrugged, answering his questioning look.
"Make a deal with me?" He changed the subject.
"Depend what it is." I straightened my scrub pants out.
"If I survive the surgery, you have to come out for a drink with me." He negotiated.
The front door slamming echoed throughout the house, startling my mom and I from where we were frosting a cake in the kitchen.
My dad stumbled into the kitchen, a clear bottle with the words vodka placed in his grip.
"Daddy you're home!" I yelled, hopping down from the counter and running over to my father.
"Daddy! Daddy! Guess what me and mommy did today!" I squealed happily, jumping up and down in front of him.
"Go to your room." He slurred.
"But daddy-"
"I said get to your fucking room! I can't take your squeaky voice right now! You're giving me a damn headache!" He growled.
My eyes widened and I jumped back at his booming voice, tears falling down my cheeks. My mom quickly ran to me and told me to go upstairs and play with my barbies.
From downstairs I heard the sound of shattering and screaming. My mother weeped and pleaded for him to calm down while I sat in my closet singing a lullaby that my mom used to calm me down.
"You alright?" Cole raised an eyebrow, snapping me out of my trance.
"I'm fine." I shook my head.
"Just tired, that's all."
He smiled and raised an eyebrow, implying he was waiting for an answer.
"You have yourself a deal Mr. Sprouse." I laughed, turning and walking out of the room.
