Finding My Normal

Chapter 3

Everything happened in slow motion. The music stopped and I could hear Lee yelling for people to leave. Hands patted my pockets looking for my car keys but I couldn't react. My mind had kicked into overdrive as Trevor's words sunk in. Something was wrong with my Grandma. My lifeline. The words kept bouncing off of the walls in my head as I stood completely still. Brent had an arm around Trevor as tears trailed down his face. His eyes never left mine, but I wasn't looking at him anymore. I could feel my eyes gloss over, filling with heavy tears. Suddenly, I was spun and all I could see was Jah.

"Ki, we're gonna go to your grandma as soon as possible. I need you to drink some water first, okay?" Jah spoke extremely softly to me. "Where are your keys, Kianna?"

It took me awhile to snap out of the trance I seemed to be in, but when I did I immediately turned and tried to run out of the house. I had to get to my grandmother as quickly as possible. I only made it a couple of steps before Trevor grabbed me. He spoke in a soothing voice, trying to calm me down as quickly as possible. I was still the only person who hadn't had any alcohol or smoked anything, so I knew I would have to drive. After a couple of deep breaths and some water I was finally in my right mind.

"Trevor, can you tell me exactly what happened?" I asked, leaning into Jah's arms.

"While you were gone, your phone kept going off. I didn't answer at first because the number wasn't saved or nothing. When I did pick up, it was a doctor from the hospital. He said your grandma had been injured in a break-in and that he couldn't tell me anything else, just that you needed to get there as soon as possible." He recalled, his words slurring slightly.

I nodded, giving myself time to process this information. The boys watched me, waiting for further instructions. The house had grown quiet and it was only us in the kitchen. I signaled for them to follow me as I headed out to my car. We all piled in and I connected my phone to the bluetooth in my car before I called my father. I let him know I was on my way to the hospital and that I would make sure to check in with him as soon as I had found out exactly what had happened.

We pulled up within 20 minutes, thanks to me running an insane amount of red lights. I barely threw my car into park before we all raced into the emergency room. The nurse looked up upon hearing our thundering footsteps. She took no time telling us where to go, understanding that we were in a rush. I was the first to find the room since I had been in the front of the group. My movement halted as soon as I laid eyes on the woman laying in the bed. A sob was caught in my throat and I broke down. My body crumpled onto the floor as my eyes stayed focused on my grandmother.

My grandmother was always my mother figure. For as long as I could remember, I had always had my grandmother. She had been the person who taught me how to tie my shoe. She kissed my booboos and came to all of my parent teacher conferences. She was the person who had endured the heart-stopping months and a half of me learning how to drive. She took me to test drive all fifteen of the cars I had taken for a spin. She had gone prom dress shopping with me. She had bought me my first bra. She had been there for every single moment in my life and now she lied unmoving on a hospital bed with countless wires hooked up to her body.

Multiple arms wrapped around my body attempting to make me feel comforted but nothing could make me feel better. Not until she was home and resting in her own bed. I couldn't bring myself to walk into the room for fear of disturbing her. Just as I was beginning to calm myself down, the doctor made his way over to me.

"Miss Pollock, I'm Dr. Evans. I've been assigned to your grandmother tonight. If you would follow me into my office, I could tell you her current state." He spoke formally. I followed him, assuring the guys I would be okay. They watched me warily before turning and walking into my grandmother's room. Dr. Evans led me into a small office at the end of the hall. He gestured towards a seat for me to sit before he closed the door and sat behind his desk. There were countless plaques on his wall that sang his praises. I could see that he had studied at NYU and Harvard. He was an older man with a shit ton of grey hair on his head. Everything about this man screamed doctor, and doctor meant bad news. Especially in an emergency room.