Forever Yours

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

You can say whatever you want about hospitals, but you have to admit that they are one of the most depressing places in the world to be. For one thing, 90% of the people here aren't healthy while the other ten percent are making sure that they are healthy. An if they aren't, they join the 90% group. I guess the one good thing is that babies are born here.

Well most babies are born here.

And then there is the waiting room for the ER. Every single person here is either sobbing either hearts out or staring off into space with dead eyes, waiting for the doctor to tell them something that makes them believe in miracles or be miserable.

Jason's asleep in my lap while I'm fighting the urge to go to sleep. I push my glasses further up my face and drink more of the coffee that I got earlier. It's probably the only thing keeping me from dropping on the floor right now.

"Who are you here for?" one of the nurses asks, whispering to avoid waking up Jason.

"I don't know her name, but I want to see her since I was the one to call in the ambulance for her. She got in maybe an hour or so ago. She's covered in blood."

"I'm sorry, but only family members are allowed to see her in her condition right now," she replies.

"But I saw her in worse condition! Look, I'm involved somewhat in what happened and I want to make sure that she's alright," I say, trying not to raise my voice at her. It's so hard to keep a straight head when all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs right now.

"Did you do this?" she asks in surprise, while I give her a deadpan look. Do I look like I'm capable of doing that to her? The worse damage I can probably do is yank some of her hair out but that's it. I'm not a fighter and I never will be.

"No. But I kinda think I know who did it, but I need to talk to her to make sure." She looks like she's about to deny me again so I add, "it's a police matter now. I have to talk to her to get more information out for the cops."

"Why didn't they just do that themselves?"

"They're too busy investigating the crime scene and they feel that I can relate more to her and it's not threatening since I'm not a figure of authority," I respond. I really hope she buys into the lie.

"Room 313, but leave the kid. We'll watch over him," she reassures. Since she's a nurse, I hand Jason over to her before walking towards the room that she directed me to.

I stand in front of the room for about five minutes, before I hear something behind me. "Braska? What are you doing here?"

I turn around and fight against the urge to run away. Zoey, dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts, stands right in front of me. However, she isn't glaring at me or pouring her drink at me. "Just here to visit someone," I mumble under my breath. She nods and stares at the wall behind me.

"Why are you standing outside of Raine's room?" she curiously asks. Whoa. Back the train up. Raine? As in one of Zoey's best friends? That Raine? No wonder she looked and sounded so familiar! Before I can respond, she continues. "Anyways, she's in bad condition and the doctors are still running tests on her," she says.

I stay silent. Zoey's expression mimics a defeated look, but that's impossible since Zoey doesn't have feelings. At least, she doesn't act like she has feelings. How can the girl who bullies me with no remorse have feelings? "I was right there. I was in the same room as her, sleeping while she was getting stabbed or shot or whatever the fuck the murderer did."

"Do you need a hug?" I hesitantly ask, opening my arms to her. Zoey looks at me with a blank face and I'm about to drop my arms before she throws herself at me and starts sobbing into my shoulder. The force of her makes me hit my back against the wall but I manage to stay upright and rub her shoulder as she continues crying her eyes out.