The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-One: Arrivals and Losing Yourself

Spring's P.O.V
After a drive that felt like eons I felt my body being shaken from my slumber.
"Babe, we're here." Harry whispered in my ear, lulling me back to the reality of life. Lifting my head from his shoulder I look to see that we were parked in front of the colorfully designed hospital, Miami Children's Hospital or as they now called it Nicklaus Children's Hospital. Amateurs. My sister, mother, and father were out of the car, surprisingly leaving him to tend to me. I felt a kiss being pressed to my cheek as I smiled lazily.

"C'mon, I'm the patient. Can't be late now, can I?" I joked.

Harry helps me carry my things inside and we began walking to the front desk to register for the visitors stickers that I could probably have a collection of if I tried. Taking the same instruction as all the previous times, we began to follow the green footprints.

I remember telling my dad that we'd get lost if our feet didn't touch the footprints and that became an iconic joke between us for years. There was little things that I'd try to enjoy in these trips of coming here. Reaching the destination, I give them my medical information.

Allergies.

Name.

Date of birth.

I was told they'd be with us shortly and I thanked them, going to sit down between Harry and Nia, leaning my head against the wall behind me, then proceeding to lean my head on my sisters shoulder to annoy her.

"How ya doin?" I asked in a high pitched tone.

She huffs, "it's the asscrack of dawn and I'm ashy. How do you think I'm doing?" She snaps like usual.

"Love ya too." I chuckle.

My name is called soon into the quiet element of the room.

"Spring Evermore to station 9."

Everyone automatically stood up. Suddenly I felt a tight grip on my hand and I look up to see Harry smiling at me, eyes are green, bright and clear as day. As we walk I playfully roll my eyes at him to hide the ridiculous butterflies in my stomach.

When we get there I am asked more questions that I answer swiftly and soon I have my wristband on; confirming that I'm admitted into the hospital. We are given a map where we follow the blue footprints to pre-op or same day surgery where they sedate you and bring you to the Operating Room. Upon arriving there a nurse greeted us politely before taking my height and weight onto a chart, it's funny how at such a young age I've adapted to this and have managed to not forget anything, but at the same time how could I possibly forget without losing myself when this is all I know? Right?

"Now what was the last thing you had to eat or drink?" The nurse asked, looking at me intently.

"A granola bar and apple juice." I confirmed quickly.

She smiles turning to my family. 

"Relation to the patient?"

"Dad." My father says sternly.

"Mom." My mother says softly.

"Sister." Nia sings out, being extra per usual.

"And you?" She stops at Harry.

"Uh boyfriend- i mean friend boy. Friend that's a boy , yeah." He stutters out.

"Alright." The nurse chuckles.

"Your room is going to be number nine, near that wall over there." She explains as she directs us all towards it.

The rooms are separated by animal printed curtains where beds are placed in each one. On the bed is a hospital gown and sheets and on the wall is a hand sanitizer dispenser.

"A nurse should be by soon to take her vitals."

She smiles once again and leaves the room, closing the curtains behind them.

"Alright boys, leave the room." My mom shouts.

My father and Harry simultaneously shake their heads before leaving the room so I could get changed into the hospital gown and I did just that, before going under the sheets to hide my body from the cold air conditioner of the hospital. They walked back in again and sat on the chairs around the bed and I felt my body relax and tense at the same time as I tried to remind myself that everyone that had to be here was here and they were supporting me. I would fight this and get through it, I always do.