Creating a New Neverland

Ch. 9- One More Miracle

I wake up with the sound of a nurse waddling in. I push myself up and rub my eyes. Once everything sharpens, I pull out Jesse's phone and take a look at the time. It's seven in the morning. I silently slip out of Jesse's arms and out of the bed. I walk to the table across the room for a glass of water. The nurse who came in, not Quinn, but Jackie, was busying her self doing nothing. She was probably just waiting for me to get out of bed.

"Morning," I said drowsily to her, hoping to sound polite.

"Hello," she half-whispered back. Then she leaned in close to me and whispered in a lower tone,"You're not supposed to sleep in the room with the patient, but you two looked so cute, I couldn't resist to let you stay. But this is just between you and me."

"Got it," I say, and she smiles at me before leaving the room again.

I smile to myself. She thought we were cute. That ignites a little spark in my chest and lifts my head higher. I walk over to the notepad on the bedside table. I grab the black ballpoint pen and scribble down a quick note in loopy hand writing.

Going home. I have your phone, sorry! I'll bring it when I come back. Be back soon.

Then I made a daring move.

Love you.

-Monica

I just hope that he'll say it back to me soon.

I grab his phone again and walk out the door. I call my mom to come and get me. She pulls up just minuets later. I climb in. She starts asking me a million questions at a time about what had happen. I turned myself onto auto-pilot. Answering yes when my brain registered and no at other times. I just kept thinking of that note and his reaction. We pull into the parking lot and I slide out of the car door. My feet won't move as quick as my brain wishes them to.

"Whoa Monica, slow down," my mom calls after me.

I rush up to the elevator. I slide in, and the doors close, leaving a very angry Elise Damian, my mom, at the bottom. I smirk at her reaction and relax on the side of the empty moving elevator. I slowly catch my breath. Suddenly a great dizziness falls over me. I collapse to the floor of the moving elevator. It pounds my head and I have to squeeze my eyes shut. A bright light flashes, blinding me, and then I seem to be looking into my moms eyes. She's studying me, almost.

"She's awake," a very blurred voice calls, as if it's under water.

I start to choke on something, then everything goes black.

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I wake up on the floor of the elevator. The doors ping open just as I stand up. I walk out onto the patterned, carpeted halls of the eighteenth floor. I find my way to our room. When I unlock the door with the plastic card, I find my dad inside the room lazily spread out on the chair. No mom in sight. I guess I didn't black out for long. I shake it off and completely walk inside the room. My dad looks up from the t.v.

"Hey there Father Damian," I joke to him.

"Hello there Daughter Damian," he jokes back.

This used to be our nicknames for each other, except they didn't shorten our names, like a nickname is supposed to. It's more like a code name. We stopped using them a long time ago. Around the same time anything fun was cut out of our life. I wonder what has changed. I'm not complaining, I'm just a little confused still.

"Where's you're mom?" he asks me.

As if on cue, Mom bursts through the door, angry at me. I don't exactly know why she was upset at me for having a purpose in life. My goal was to get back to Jesse as quickly as I physically could.