Where's Daddy?

Save Dalilah, Then Me?

Sorry this chapter is so short. I had to go to bed early and would have finshed it, but I felt to tired. Vote? Comment? Vommet? LOL! I saw that somewhere and cracked up! Anyways, enjoy!

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The nurse came in earlier than usual that morning. She brought in a clipboard, but not my breakfast. "Where's Dalilah?" I demanded. I had been asking for her ever since I got in this horrible place. "Ms. Miller, you are delirious right now." The nurse replied, impatiently.

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Miller. We will try to bring you to your daughter, once you calm down."

"Now. Where is she?"

"Dr. Poct will be here in a few minutes to help you. Until then I will bring your breakfast."

"And Dalilah." The nurse walked out of the room with her clipboard. She was short and stocky. Her blonde hair was in a loose, long braid down her back. She was probably my least favorite nurse here. Ignores my questions. Gives me stupid answers. A tall slender woman flew into the room and glided along the floor carrying the tray. "Good morning, Ashlyn!" She basically sang every sentence she said.

"Good morning, Ginger!" We were like friends here in this wretched place. Infact, I think she is my only friend. Once my friends learned that I was pregnant in high school, half of them left me. Then when Nixon "died" the rest of them left. The only people I had were my father, who deserted me, Ben, who is my attorney, and Dalilah. Oh yes, and Mason. Ah, Mason. No. I must not think of him. I finally put my family back together and it was partially perfect, I can't ruin it with him. "How are you this fine day?"

"Okay. I just wish I could see Dalilah." Ginger handed the tray to me and sat down gracefully on my bed.

"Actually, I don't know what you know, or what your supposed to know, but I think you're in for a surprise today."

"Really? What is it?" I demanded, excited. She put her forefinger and thumb together and glided them along her lips. But that didn't stop her from giggling. "Ginger?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have friends?"

"Well. I suppose so. Why?"

"Like, genuine friends? Like, if they were dying you would do anything to help them?"

"Well, I guess that would be a yes, considering I'm a nurse." We both giggled in unison.

"No! I mean-"

"I understand. And, actually, if I think about it. I don't. There is one that if she was dying, I would stab her. End my pain, I mean hers!" She chuckled at her joke and I couldn't help but laugh along. "Do you?" She startled me with the question. I thought for awhile, but finally answered. "Only two. Maybe three." I smiled.

"Who?"

"Well. Definitely my daughter, Dalilah."

"Of course."

"And my boyfriend, if he isn't already dead."

"Yes."

"And you." She flashed her perfectly white teeth and patted my leg.

"Well, now I feel bad!" She made a fake pouty face but we laughed at it. Ginger left the room to let me finish my breakfast in peace. It was warm. Salty. Sweet. Sour. All these flavors put together, it was beautiful. Although it was only oatmeal, it was still amazing. I hadn't eaten in maybe three days? I'm not for sure. Maybe I was in a coma, but I doubt that. And once they woke me, I refused to eat. Not until I saw Dalilah. Which hasn't happened yet. Ginger left me to eat in peace, but it was cut short. "Good morning, Ms. Miller." Dr. Poct blurted as he entered the room without looking up form a clipboard. These clipboards and all this writing made me feel uneasy. "Good morning." I replied short and cold. Two can play at this game. "Did you sleep well?"

"Cut it out, Poct. Where's Dalilah?"

"Ms. Miller. I request that you refrain from being hostile. We might need to call the police."

"Good! Then I can actually see my daughter!"

"I have news about that, actually." Ginger was correct!

"What, Poct?"

"Doctor. Anyways, you might be able to see Dalilah today." I almost fainted from excitment.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go now!" I began to swing my legs out from under the bed, but Dr. Poct put his hand on my leg. Unusually high. "Let's calm down, Ms. Miller." I placed my hand on his and moved it lower down my leg, it made me uncomfortable.

"I'm calm. Are you?"

"Yes, Ms. Miller. But this is not about me."

"Your hand is telling me otherwise." He quickly removed it from my leg.

"I apologize."

"I don't accept that. Maybe I should call the police for assault? Sounds good to me."

"Ms. Miller. Please. There is no need to be hostile."

"I'm not being hostile. I'm being realistic." The stocky nurse stuck her head in the door, then.

"Dr. Poct?" He looked down at his clipboard again and answered, without looking up.

"Yes." Maybe he treats everyone this disrespectfully?

"We need to discuss the Dalilah issue."

"This is not an issue." I snapped at her.

"I apologize. Doctor?"

"Yes. I'm coming." The nurse backed out and closed the door. Dr. Poct looked up and reached his hand to my face quickly and squeezed my cheeks. I had no time to react. "Calm down, Sweeheart. You will be alright with me."

"You give me the creeps." I managed to get out while he still pinched my cheeks.

"Good." He whispered as he walked out of the room. I threw my pillow at the door and yelled. "Pervert!" I tried to slam my head down on my pillow, but realized, I threw it across the room. And so I layed there with my head throbbing. Missing my child. And boyfriend. While trapped in a wretched hospital. A horrid nurse. And a perverted doctor. Save me?