The Wolf Truth Volume's | Volume 1 [On Hold]

Hospital - |1i

The Hudson's finally reach the door, brown and dull like all the others, but the children didn't really care about any of that. "Well, Here you are," the nurse smiles kindly and opens the door for the three children. Doctor's and Nurses surrounded their mom's hospital bed, attaching IV's, heart monitors and oxygen masks to her. Mira, the middle oldest child decided to explore a little while the other people kept close watch on their mother and their coming sister. An old Tv set hangs from the ceiling. A window giving Mira a view of the world below was just beneath the screen. In the corner are two chairs, frayed with wear and tear. It was a typical hospital room, sparse and functional. Mira sat herself on the grubby chairs that were placed in the corner. Sitting on the other chair beside Mira's sits a flower pot, plain, unadorned and empty it had a little soil from its last occupant. It's terracotta, that colour that transports Mira's thoughts back when she used to imagine the room she was in something more prettier than that disgusting room. So to distract herself from her mother's yelps and screams she started to imagine the hospital room as a growing garden. The apple tree was to be the jewel of the neglected garden. The way Mira imagined it is that she would be drinking the aromas of the late summer blooms, soothed by the waterfall between the two ponds and sinking in Mira's teeth into the delicate skin of home grown organic apples. After a busy winter and spring in the warehouse, sorting inventory before the big boss audit, the neglected tree was in no state to be the jewel of anything. The bark had a sort of creeping mildew and the leaves were curled in an unhealthy way. It bore apples of sort, some even with pink blush, but they all bore deep brown spots. Mira frowned as her imagination was interrupted by the screams of what sounded like a baby. Tiny fingers suddenly started to curl around Mira's pinky. She watched the newborn peer through brand new eyes at what must be such a strange world after life in the womb. Her legs kicked in a tiny jagged motion, looking for that resistance they are used to, but finding nothing but air. Mira wondered if that's unsettling or a relief, it must have been pretty cramped in there. When she stretches her hands barely rise above her head and Mira thinks of how strange we'd all look if we kept all those body proportions as we grew. Mira was scared to take it away from the nurse, but was able to pass her fear of breaking her. She's such a doll. Then the newborn begins to fret and cry, everyone tells Mira how annoying that's going to be, but it's so cute, Mira almost started to cry as she watched the tiny tears roll down her cheeks. "Do you mind if i try?" Nancy, Mira's older sister suddenly said. The first thing you'd see is a typical honor's kid - large dark eyes behind blue rimmed glasses, holding all the bookish knowledge. The girl's curious eyes asking for more, conflicted with the tight smile of silently begging to be left alone. She'd wear her dark straight hair up in a ponytail, with the pink baseball hat. With her pink sports backpack. "Sure" Mira answered as the delicate skin slipped away from her hands. "Cute" Robert suddenly said. Delicate blonde hairs fell onto his brow, skin so pale it rendered him stark against the dreary morn. He was angelic, yet his eyes bore a hard expression. "What are we gonna call him?" Nancy suddenly asked as she gazed into the tiny eyes. "Her names gonna be EMMA!" Nanette, their mum announced. Her dream suddenly paused everything seemed different, she hadn't dreamed, thought, or imagined that face in years. The delicate skin, the brown hair like Nancy's. All the children had left was themselves and the orphanage...

 "Mira" A similar voice suddenly announced, Mira's eyes suddenly widened as she watched the similar figure in the distance started to get closer to her bed. It was Nancy. "Good morning" Nancy smiled, Mira's eyes adjusted to the bright light that seemed to burn through the blinds. "What time is it?" Mira asked she weakly rubbed her eyes to make her focus easier. Mira's bedroom contained a small bed, neatly made, two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a bureau--without any mirror--and a small table. There were no drapery curtains at the dormer windows, no pictures on the wall. All morning the sun had been pouring down upon the window pane and the roof, and Mira's little room was like an oven of heat. As there was no screens, the windows had not been raised. A big fly was buzzing  angrily at Mira and Nancy, up and down, up and down trying to get out. "It's eleven, breakfast, come on" Nancy answered. "Coming" Mira replied as her sheets slipped off her legs as she left the warmness of her small bed. Mira felt a bit embarrassed as she walked into the dining room when all of her fellow orphans stared at her as she was in sight. It was a grand space, to say the least. The huge mahogany table took up most of the vast space in the dark, romantic room offered, left without a tablecloth and daring guests to ruin the perfectly varnished shine with their unworthy fingerprints. Two tall, silver candelabras commanded attention from the center of the table, holding smooth white candles whose wax never dripped. She sneaked into the room and sat onto her seat next to her best friend Emily, trying her best not to interrupt Mother Nun and her muttering prayers. "Hi" Emily whispered to Mira. Her blonde hair was poker-straight and pulled back into a low pony-tail. She wore very little make-up and was often very stern. A tumble of blonde hair fell as Emily removed her winter toque. It wasn't that bland of colour that's just a shade nicer than the white of old age, it was streaked with warm reddish hues and butterscotch. It gave her some warmth, complementing her pale face rather than making her look washed-out. Then as she turned to look my way i found myself surprised all over again, her eyes were not the watery blue that Mira expected, to be honest when Mira gazed at everyone, they were not looking happy, they were all looking scared and worried. "What's wrong?" Mira suddenly blurted out, she knew she shouldn't have said that when she realized that Mother Nun had been interrupted by her question. "Sorry" Mira replied as she lowered back down her to her chair. Mira was still confused on why everyone seemed so different and upset, including her younger brother, something had happened that they were not telling her...