Where's Daddy?

Save me

"Where's Dalilah?" I demanded. I looked around the hospital room to see that no one noticed what I had said. "Where's Dalilah?" I repeated. Again I saw no one looking at me. There was about four nurses at the foot of the bed, two doctors to my right, and one doctor to my left. One of the doctors on my right was studying a machine I was attached to. The second doctor was writing something down on a clipboard. I tried to reach for the second doctor, but my arms didn't move. I wiggled my body around, but nothing budged. "What is going on?" I thought. The doctor on my right looked up from his clipboard to look at the machine, also. I finally threw my hand up and grabbed his collar. He widened his eyes and dropped his clipboard as I pulled him closer to me. "Where is Dalilah?" I demanded slowly. My arm began to ache and I realized that I was so tired from fatigue, which is why I couldn't move earlier. He reached his hand towards my mouth and I swatted him away with my aching, free hand. "Calm down." He whispered. He again reached towards my mouth and tried to remove a contraption from my face. But the other doctor pushed him away before he could take it off. "What is wrong with you! You could kill her! Stay away from her!" I looked around, panicked, as the doctors argued. They were pushing each other and the first doctor was yelling at the other about how stupid he was. The nurses were screaming and huddling together. "Lopez! White! You idiots!" The doctor on my left yelled. I started to panick more. If I had these idiots trying to keep me alive, I would never find Dalilah! The doctor on my left ran to the other side of the bed and messed with a bunch of buttons on the machine. I'm going to die. That was my conclusion. Until "my hero" stopped everything and screamed "She's awake!" Everyone in the room fell silent and stared at me. I gulped. "Thank you. Now where's Dalilah?" Still no one answered me. The doctor who first tried to save me, came and took the contraption away from my face. "Where is my daughter?" The doctors looked at me.

"Mrs. Miller. You have been in a car accident. You-" The doctor, once messing with the machine, replied.

"Where is Dalilah?"

"You were in the-"

"Where is Dalilah!" I demanded. Tears started to form in my eyes.

"Can I please tell you what happened first?"

"No. Where is my daughter?"

"Your husband was driving, correct?"

"He's my boyfriend. Now answer my question."

"And you were in the passenger seat, correct?"

"I'm sick of this! Tell me where my daughter is, then I will play your guessing games!"

"I must inform you first. Your boyfriend was driving and while talking to you, got in a head on collision with another car. Now, this was not your boyfriend's fault. The police got the call from a passer-byer about the accident. Though, when they arrived, the driver was missing. When the ambulance came, they treated you first, then found that the child was in the back seat."

"No!" I screamed. They couldn't have not known that she was there. Until she was squished.

"They called for another ambulance while they drove you here."

"No! What did they do!"

"Your daughter is in very critical condition, and could pass."

"No! Your lieing! No! She's not in critical condition! She's perfectly fine!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Miller." The tears were rapidly falling from my eyes.

"Where is she?" I demanded answers.

"She is in another hospital."

"No!" I uncovered myself from the blanket and threw my legs over the side. I tried to stand up, but fell to the ground. The nurses were rushing to my side, but I was pushing them away. I tried crawling to the door, but the nurses were in the way. "Move! I want my daughter!" Dr. Lopez and Dr. White grabbed my arms and tried to pick me up. "Let go!" I screamed. The lifted my body into the air and I violently kicked my legs. They placed me on the bed and held down my arms. "Get off of me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The other doctor looked over my face. "Ashlyn. You need to calm down. You could hurt yourself."

"Give me my child!"

"Ashlyn. We can't do that right now. We need to take care of you first."

"No! You will give me her now!" The phone in the room rang and he ran over to it. He answered it in a serious voice and turned his back to me. "I will call the police! Give me my child!" I saw him nod his head and hang up the phone. When he turned around and started to walk towards me I started to kick my legs again. "Where is she!" I realized I had cuts on my face, because my tears stung.

"Mrs. Miller, I have news about your daughter." His face did not look happy.

"No! No! No! She can't-No! This is not okay!"

"Mrs. Miller, this might be good news about your daughter." The doctor who tried to save me interrupted. The main doctor put his hand on his shoulder. "Lopez. Don't." I widened my eyes and opened my mouth.

"Mrs. Miller. Your daughter-"

"NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs drowning out his words. This couldn't be happening. I lose my boyfriend after giving birth to his child when I was 17. I raise my daughter on my own. My father kicks me out of his house. I find my "dead" boyfriend. He tries to rob me. Then someone tries to kill us. My boyfriend goes missing. And now my daughter is probably dead. I hate my life.