Mafia's Daughter

Edvige

she had been in the hospital for a few days now, i didn't wanna leave her side in fear that she would sneak out of the hospital and go back to the streets. 

"okay, the discharge papers have been signed, we can get you outta here." Grandfather said walking in.

"yes!" she said excitedly. 

the nurses made us do a 'drill' on how to get her out of bed if she had to go to the bathroom or whatever.

"okay, Basta, go pack up all the toys and such, we'll get her into her wheel chair." i told one of our men as he began stuffed the stuffed animals into a garbage bag to take them home.

we got her into her wheel chair and began getting her out and to the "handicap" car that we rented for her.

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once we got back home there was lunch waiting for us and Taylor took right to the country style ham and mashed potato's. 

after she finished a plate full i could tell she was contemplating more, and was too nervous to ask.

"here ya go." i said, moving another slice onto her plate.

"thanks!" she said giving me a toothy grin. 

"any time Kiddo." i told her. 

after everyone had ate i brought Taylor back up to her room.

"we made a few modifications for you." i told her as i helped her get up the stairs.

"what do you mean?" she asked confused.

we got outside the door that was now painted with a green wood stain, and a silver handle. 

she opened the door and her eyes widened, we had a painter come in and paint the walls green with light berry red hexagons on them. the duvet was replaced with a black and white paisley pattern. her stuffed animals where moved to the closet, but we got her a pair of jeans, guessing on the size, and a t-shirt, not knowing which she preferred. 

"wow..." she said with wide eyes.

"i don't know what to say!" she said with a huge smile

"it's your room, we wanted to make it as cozy as possible, since you'll be here a lot during recovery." i explained to her. 

she walked up to the bed slowly and collapsed onto it.

"ow..." she mumbled before reaching into the pillow case to find a brand new notebooks and set of pencils for her. 

"really?!" she cried in awe.

"this is one of the nicest notebooks I've ever seen! and these pencils... oh my god!" she cried, i don't think i'd ever seen anyone as happy as she is by a simple notebook and pencils. 

"just lay down and you can spend the day drawing." i told her, as i gently pushed her back. 

"hey, i memorized my ABC's and i can read some stuff now without the cheat sheet." she told me with a proud smile.

"that's great! we'll work on writing later on, for now let's settle down and relax." i told her, pulling a chair up to her bedside to draw with her in my own notebook. i'll admit, i'm not a very good artist, but i think she would like the company.