"Hi, I'm here to visit Caleb Morgan. He is my brother."
The stare I get from the lady at the front desk creeps me out a little. Her pupils seem to be larger than the average humans and her eyes are almost a white color.
"He changed floors again, he is on the recovery floor now. Floor 4. Ask his room up there."
The creepy eyes followed me as I ran to the elevator.
"NO RUNNING YOUNG LADY!" An older janitor shouts as I jump into the elevator and click the fourth floor button.
In the elevator with me is a cute looking older woman in a wheelchair. She is accompanied by a nurse who doesn't look to happy to be here.
"I like your hair. Is it natural?" The older lady asks me.
"Yeah, my mom won't let me dye it because of my twin brother. I'm going to visit him right now."
"What is your brother's name?" The nurse inquires, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
"You may have heard of him, Caleb Morgan?" I look back and forth between the ladies. Finally, it registers with the nurse and her eyes grow large.
"Your brother is Caleb? The one in recovery? The one where they had to put barricades around his doors and hire security guards to keep the photographers away?" The nurse asks.
"That'd be the one," I sigh, looking awkwardly at the ceiling.
"Good luck up there sweetheart."
"Thanks," I say, stepping off as the doors open.
I look around frantically as the photographers swarm the open elevator door.
"ELLIE, CAN YOU UPDATE US?!"
"ELLIE, ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS FOR US?"
"ELLIE LOOK HERE!"
"ELLIE, YOU ARE SO PRETTY!"
"IS YOUR BROTHER, BRANDON HERE WITH YOU?"
"Please go away," I say, shoving my hands in front of me.
"Ms. Morgan," A tall man with a security badge on says, pulling me from the crowd.
"Can I see him?" I ask the buff man.
"Sure, follow me."
I follow him through the crowd of reporters and flashing lights and down a secluded hallway.
My mother stands out side the door, her face the happiest I have ever seen it.
"Mom," I say, hugging her tightly.
"Ell, he is awake now."
"Really?" I say, my eyes tearing.
"Yes, come in. He has been waiting for you."
"He has?"
"Yep."
I open the door, the lights are dimmed a little, and the T.V. is blaring his favorite show, Hawaii Five-0.
The figure on the bed doesn't look like it did the last time I saw it. His tan complexion has returned, and I have never been so happy to see his electric blue eyes. As the door opens, he turns to face it. His lips curve in to a lopsided smile and my heart melts as he speaks to me.
"Hey little sis."
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(Un)Fortunate
Novela JuvenilImagine what it's like to have your life changed forever in a fraction of a second. Arielle "Ellie" Morgan and her twin brother Caleb would be like any other seventeen year old kids. If it weren't for the screaming fans, flashing lights of the papar...
