The doctor rolls me out of the x-ray room. He wheels me back to an examination room so we could wait for the x-ray results.
The doctor walks out of the room. A few minutes later, the door creaks open. I look over and a face was poking through. The face smiles and pushes the door fully open. Mackenzie leads the way into the room. She was followed by Aubry, then Mr. Royal and a man wearing a suit and carrying a clip board.
Mackenzie was the first one to start talking "Are you okay? Is there anything broken?"
Before I answered those questions, Aubry started asking questions, "How was the ambulance ride? Was it really cool? Did you get anything to eat?"
Mr. Royal starts in on the questions, "How are you feeling? What can I do to repay you?"
I hold up my hand and their questions stop. I point to Mackenzie, "Yes I'm fine and no I do not know if anything is broken." I point to Aubry, "It was interesting, and no I haven't eaten." I point to Mr. Royal, "I'm feeling fine and you don't have to repay me. Now one question at a time." My eyes get drawn to the man in the suit, "Who is he?"
"My name is Mr. Scott from DCFS. I've been assigned to this case to assess whether or not you should stay here." He says, pulling out a pen.
"Are you saying that its possible that I'll leave my cousin?" I ask
"Well, no. We would try to find someone who would take you both. We're looking for someone in the area or nearby."
"But you'd probably end up splitting us up. What about our brother?" Mackenzie asks.
"Your brother is of age. No one would take all three of you, let alone him."
During the conversation, the doctor had walked in, "Excuse me." We all turn "Please let me through." Everyone moves out of the way. The doctor walks through.
"What's the word?" Mr. Royal asks.
"If you aren't close family please leave." The doctor says.
"I'm his friend." Aubry says.
"He saved me from injury." Mr Royal says, "And I'm his principal."
"DCFS." was all Mr. Scott said.
"And you miss?" The doctor asks Mackenzie.
"I'm his sister. I'm the only family that cares." Mackenzie says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Fine." He turns to me. "Your ribs have minor cracks. If you take it easy for the next few days you should heal perfectly fine."
"Thank you." I tell the doctor as he gets up to leave.
A sigh of relief passes through the room, falling dead upon Mr. Scott. "Look, Mr. Scott, was it. How about I take custody of the children, while your agency works on finding a home that will take both of them?" Mr. Royal asks.
"That could be arranged. I will have to make a few calls but for tonight, I' allow it." Mr. Scott writes a note on his clipboard. "I'll call tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Saturday." Mr. Royal reaches into his coat and pulls out a card. "Call me at that number."
"Very well." Mr. Scott takes the card and clips it to the paper work. He then walks out. Mackenzie grabs the handles to the wheelchair, as soon as she was starting to roll me out of the room, a police officer walks up to the room. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Alright." I sigh.
A battery of questions and thirty minutes later, the policeman leaves.
"Let's get out of here while we're still young." Mr. Royal says, leading the way out of the hospital and out to the parking garage.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of Nathaniel
Teen FictionA kid whose parents died when he was young only remembers having one mother who treats him like a child slave. Join Nathaniel as he tries to figure out who he is.
