"You really like that radio, Ollie D." Nona kept her eyes on the road as she spoke to Oliver Deerman, who was fiddling with his new radio. Knowing he couldn't hear her, as his eyes were not onn her lips, she kept on babbling about nothing in particular. Oliver finally looked up, realizing they were home. He looked over at his Nona. "How'd we get here so fast?"
"Ollie, we been he-uh fo about five minutes." Nona chuckled, rolling her eyes as she fixed her glasses. Oliver had once again begun to mess with the radio, loving the beats it gave off. "Ollie," Nona called, gently nudging his shoulder. "Ollie D, help me out, i'm too old to be gettin' myself out a' this car."
Oliver widened his eyes, stepping out of the car and running to the drivers side. He gently took hold of Nona's arm, helping her out of the car and to the door of the house. Upon getting inside, both Oliver and Nona were greeted by Mr. Deerman. "Hello, son! Where've you been?"
"I've been at the yardsale you promised you'd take me to, Arthur." Oliver mumbled.
"Whad did you get, honey?" Destynie Deerman, Oliver's mom, asked from the kitchen. Oliver frowned. His parents didn't really care. They just wanted him out of their hair. Nona looked towards Oliver, telling him what his mother asked. Oliver shrugged, signing to Nona, 'Must I answer that?'
Nona gave one of her 'answer the damn question you were asked' looks that Oliver knew all too well. He snickered before answering his mother, "A radio."
Oliver was in his room before his mom or dad could say anything else. Nona followed after him, rolling her eyes. "Ollie, you shouldn't treat your parents like that."
"They don't care," Oliver looked into his Nona's eyes, "They never cared. If they cared, they would have come to the yardsale with us."
Nona couldn't argue. Instead, she shook her head, fixing her glasses. "Yes, they would have."
"Nona," Oliver mumbled, "Can we go see Miss Emmaline tomorrow?" Nona almost grinned from ear to ear, "Yeah, hun. I'll take yah to see my Emmaline."
Oliver hugged his maid - and best friend - grinning. "Thank you, Nona!"
Nona hugged him back, smiling. Nona would get to see her friends again, of whom she hadn't seen in years.
Nona would get to see her Emmaline again.
"Okay, Ollie D." Nona shook her head. "You got a few hours till bed, you be careful now, and don't upset yo momma. You hear me?" Oliver nodded, blonde hair flying everywhere. Nona laughed. "Good. I'll see ya in the mornin', and we gon' to see miss Emmaline."
"Yes ma'am."
Oliver layed on his bed, grinning. He held his radio in his hands until he finally fell asleep.
Oliver woke up at 10:55, his amber eyes looking around. He smiled. Today, he would go to the Home to meet Miss Emmaline.
But first, he would have to get cleaned. He wanted to make a good impression.
Oliver jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom - and grabbing a towel on the way.- He turned the tap on as he removed his pajamas, stepping into the shower. He didn't notice he'd knocked the soap from it's perch with his elbow as he was washing his hair. Oliver closed his eyes, letting the water wash t he soap from his hair. He opened his eyes, taking a step to the side to grab the conditioner from the rack when he slipped.
A loud thud was heard throughout the house. Mr. and Mrs. Deerman paused, only to shrug it off as something in the kitchen that Nona would clean up.
"Oliver?" Nona asked, walking into the house, "You here boy?"
Nona only paused to shake her head upon hearing the shower on. She nodded to herself. He must be showering. Nona took a seat on the couch, closing her eyes. A small nap couldn't hurt. Fifteen minutes later, Nona opened her eyes.
She couldn't sleep, though. A feeling of 'something bad has happened' rushed through her gut. She looked at the clock. Oliver doesn't take long showers. Nona walked up the stairs, taking about five minutes to do so. She opened the door and hit the shower curtain. That usually got Ollie D's attention.
No answer.
Nona raised an eyebrow. "Damn boy, I got my eyes closed, least you can do is answer a woman."
She hit the curtain again.
Again, no answer.
Nona didn't hit it a third time before walking in and peeking through the curtain.
"OH MY GOD!" She screamed out, turning the shower head off. Oliver had slipped on some soap that he probably knocked down. She grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his body as she called 9-1-1.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"Got a boy here, knocked out cold, in the shower," Nona spoke, out of breath as she struggled to get Oliver out of the bath, "T-too old to pick him up, you gotta help me!"
"Calm down, ma'am, what happened?"
"Damn, can you not hear what I fuckin' said?" Nona yelled, "Oliver slipped on some soap and fell in the shower, he's out cold!"
"We'll bring an ambulance, what is your address?"
"8325 Ronan Lane! Hurry, please!"
"We'll be there soon, ma'am."
Nona hung up, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't have anybody leave her again, especially Oliver. She loved Oliver like she loved her own son.
After ten minutes, she could hear sirens approaching.
Getting closer, closer, and finally in the yard.
People bursting through the door.
"IN HERE!" Nona yelled, wondering how Oliver's parents didn't hear all the ruckus, "WE IN HE-UH!"
Less than a minute later, two people came in with a gurney. They said nothing as they picked up Oliver, covering him with a blanket. Nona hobbled to the gurney that they had just put her Ollie D on.
"We'll be taking him to the hospital, ma'am." One of the officers mumbled as they carried the gurney down the stairs. Nona nodded, sauntering quickly to Oliver's room and grabbing his radio.
She grabbed her purse and walked to the car. Upon doing so, she called the Home.
"Yes'm, i'd like Ruth Erring, Gladis Erring, Irving Rummancer, and Emmaline McGillicunty to be bussed to the hospital, i'll be waiting for them at the front. "
