One Little Dream

Grandma

I make it to the Cafe me and my grandma usually meet at. I love my grandmother. She was always there for me. I plan to pay her back as much as I can. I've kept all the receipts from when she caught me clothes, shoes, books, anything and everything. I see my grandmother sitting in our usual window table. I walk in and hasn't realised how hungry I was until I smelled the fresh foods. I walk over to my grandmother.

When she sees me she stands and smiles, she opens her arms and I hug her. I always feel safe in her arms. The smell of her is so home, she always smells of cinnamon and vanilla. My grandmother is the mother I had never had. My birth mother had me at 15, I was a mistake she couldn't ever tell me that enough. She never really took care of me, she hit me, left me alone, starved me. My grandmother was the saving grace I needed. When ever she would find me in these states. She would feed me, make me laugh, nature my wounds. Up until my mother was 19 these things kept happening. My grandmother ended up adopting me after my mother left me behind to move in with her new boyfriend. She doesn't even know who my father is. I've been looking for years. But I have never found him.

"Jessica? Are you alright? You look pale, I've been calling your name."

We were in a half hug, I just smiled and nodded. We took our seats and ordered our usual. Except I ordered more than usual. Only a salad and pasta. Nothing big.

"So how's work?"

I begin to dig into my salad when she asks, I nod my head and swallow. I go off about all the new designs I have, the makeup collections I have ideas for, and all the fashion lines we have to make. Like the 2,000 dresses for spring. I talk about the business deals companies want to make with me. How i want to enter into the interior design field. She seems interested almost enlightened. It makes me glad.

We were having a grand time. Talking, laughing, and smiling. I always enjoy spending time with my grandmother. Everything was grand... until I got a pain in my stomach, my eyes began to blur and I felt as if I was going to pass out. But I didn't. My eyes focused again and I stood slowly. My grandmother's eyes began to fill with worry.

"I'll be back, I need to go to the bathroom."

She just looked at me as I walked away. When I entered the small bathroom I locked the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror leaning over the porcelain sink. I looked at my reflection. I looked pale, but other than that fine.

Sigh.

Maybe I should schedule a doctor's appointment. I shook my head and pinched my cheeks, bringing some color back into them. I unlocked the door and walked back to our table. I began to become unsteady on my feet but kept walking. I would hate to make my grandmother worry. I sat back down and focused on her face. I noticed her eye shadow. I squinted my eyes more to get a better look. My grandmother crossed her brows at this unusual action.

"Is that from my line?"

Her eyes brightened and she began to talk and ramble on about how she came acrossed it. My mind started to twist and spin in all sorts of directions. I struggled to get my words out.

"Umm, yah... yah. That's from my... My, umm my enhanced dreams collecti-"

I didn't finish my sentence my head nodded off my hand onto where my head was resting. My grandmother reached out for my hand. Her hand gentle.

"We are going to go get a check up. I don't care what you say we are going. I think your working to hard."

I shook my head.

"Grandma, I don't have the time to be sick."

She just huffed and put something on the table.

"Grandma, did you just pay?"

She ignored that comment and stood helping me up.

"You may not have the time to be sick but you sure have the skill for it. Come on."

We walk out of the store and she begins to drive. I nodding in and out of sleep. The car stops but I don't get out. In fact my grandmother tells me to stay. A few minutes later my door opens and a nurse is standing there with a wheelchair.

"Grandma, this is to much. I can walk."

I try to stand but my grandma sits me back down.

"Let's go."

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We are in a hospital room, I had just awoken. Sleep leaving me slowly. I'm dressed in a gown. I hear yelling and voices outside the room. I hear an authoritative voice from outside. I can only assume that the press is here because the woman who made her way in the world is sick, and she never gets sick. I think my grandmother called the police for help keeping the reporters at bay.

My grandmother walks in. Rubbing her eyes. She looks at me and smiles.

"Well you rest needed a rest. You were sleeping for almost 17 hours hun. It's really unhealthy for you in your state."

I cross my eyebrows and just stared at my grandmother.

"What do you mean by 'my state'?"

She continued to stare at me. Not saying a word. I clutched and unclutched my hands. Sweat beeds forming in the creases. I gripped the sheets and curled my toes. I do these things when nervouse. I waited for her to speak but she didn't. She sighed.

"I don't know the whole story. I don't understand it myself. So I think it's best the doctor explains it to you."

I relaxed. I don't know why, but something about my grandmother not explaining it is easier to handle, then if she did. Still I couldn't help but wonder what happened? When it happened? Why it happened? Soon the door opened and the doctor walked in. I sat up straighter and my grandma stood. The doctors green eyes widened at the sight of the 5 foot woman. Then to me. I tensed, and he relaxed. He had red hair, his green eyes speaking to the flame of his hair. He seemed to be around 24 or 25 years of age. His build was well, but also a bit nerdy. He could go for a make over. Without thinking I started to design a while new wardrobe for him. One that would complement him on his days off or at work. I was pulled out of my thoughts when the doctor said my name for the 3rd time. Shining a bright light in my eyes. I squinted.

"Well Miss. Holmes. How are you feeling?"

I stared at him then my eyes slid to the hospital monitors hanging around me. All the cords tangling and danceing together.

"What's wrong with me." It was more of a demand than a question. The doctor sat on his rolling stool and sighed out a gasp of breath. He sat up straighter and began to speak.