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☾A L I Q U I S☽
I didn't think many people would cry over her.
It turns out that I was wrong. That girl - Aisha - she cried the most. Even Evelyn's mother didn't cry that much, though she had her fair share of tears when Evelyn was first admitted. Charlie did shed quite a few tears, when nobody was looking. Calliope did too, surprisingly, seeing as she doesn't know the girl as well as she thinks. Jesse, who had never had that much compassion for someone in his life, got hit by a bout of emotions he'd never felt before.
The only person who was close to crying but didn't is Landon. He may have had a few tears spring up in his eyes, but they never fell.
✯ E V E L Y N ✯
They're allowing me to get some fresh air.
I've been cooped up and recovering in that same hospital bed for five days, but it feels like it's been five weeks. I begged them to let me out - told them I felt like I was suffocating, which was an exaggeration they believed - and they did let me out. I'm able to go outside into the back garden behind the hospital and spend at least an hour there. Provided I have a nurse and a visitor with me, but I'll take what I can get.
In the duration of last week and the days leading up to today - Wednesday - I've had to undergo Laryngeal Electromyography (LEMG), CT scans and Phonosurgery. I have no idea what those mean, but apparently during Phonosurgery they repositioned and reshaped my vocal folds.
The nurse wheels me out to the back garden, and it's so breathtakingly beautiful that I momentarily forget about her whiny voice and cheap perfume.
The garden is lush green, neatly trimmed hedges and bushes sprouting up everywhere. A crystal blue fountain is positioned at the center of the yard, a marble statue of a leaping fish the center of attention as clear water spurts out from its mouth. The water catches the light, glittering briefly before it falls to the base of the fountain. Flowerbeds and shrubs full of lilacs, roses, daffodils, hyacinths and violets catch my eye, and my fingers ache to pluck one and inhale its sweet, earthy scent.
My admiration for the garden is disrupted when Nurse Cameron comes to a standstill, setting me near the fountain. There's a gentle breeze running through my hair, making my gown brush against my ankles and rise up to expose my socks. "Here you are, sweetie. Your visitor will be here in a few minutes, and I'll just be over there. Holler if you need me," Nurse Cameron - is that her first name or last name? - tells me in a rush before she strides to the back entrance of the white hospital, her bright green scrubs making her stand out. I watch as she approaches another nurse - male - and start talking animatedly, occasionally touching his arm flirtingly.
