Nina Clarke >>> Neddie

5 - House of Hospitals, Death and Depression

The plane ride was long and uncomfortable. I didn't sleep at all. The air hostess asked me if I was ok a number of times and I told her I was fine.

When we landed in LA I took my bag and headed to the place where you can grab a cab.

"Where ya heading?" He said.

"The LA hospital please." I said.

The taxi ride was quite quick. I paid the guy some of the dollar bills I had in my pocket and walked into the hospital.

I went up to the front desk desperately hoping I wasn't too late. The receptionist was called Gemma Owen I spoke to her on the phone.

"Hi. I'm Nina Martin we spoke on the phone yesterday about my Gran, Sylvie Martin." I Said.

She nodded and then typed something into the computer.

"I'll call down your Grans doctor." She said.

She spoke into this walkie talkie like thing and told me to wait over in the waiting room.

After a few minutes a man walked in and said "Nina Martin." I stood up quickly.

He walked to an office type room and gestured for me to sit down.

"So Nina I'm Doctor Hermann I'm your Grandmothers Doctor. She was brought in yesterday morning when her neighbour found her passed out and struggling to breathe. We checked her over and found a cancer in her liver. She is at stage 4 and we have come to the conclusion that she isn't going to live long. Now I understand that you aren't living in America at this moment in time?" He explained.

"Yeah I go to Boarding School in England." She said.

"What was your Grans health like when you left?" He asked.

"I left three days ago and she was perfectly fine. I had no idea that she had cancer. I don't think she knew that she had cancer." I Said.

"Well anyway I thought I would just fill you in on how she is doing and what is wrong with her. I'll take you to see her now." He said.

"Thanks doc." I said.

He stood up and lead me down a dark hallway. He stopped outside a closed door and said that this was her room.

I thanked him once again and then walked into the room.

My gran was laid there in the bed. Her skin was paler then ever. Like in the dream I had. Oh my god. This is like the dream I had.

"Nina?" She said in a raspy voice.

"Yeah gran I'm here." I Said walking over to her bedside. Enveloping her hand in mine.

"Nina there is something I must tell you before my time is up." She said.

"Gran don't talk like that." I Said tears flowing down my face.

"No I'm being serious. You need to know this. I was going to tell you in the holidays but..." she said.

"What is it Gran?" I asked.

"Well. Your not fully American. You were adopted. You have a twin back in England you need to find their family otherwise you will be placed in a care home. Your mother is called Grabrielle Clarke and your father John Clarke you twin is called J..." she started.

"Jerome Clarke?" I said.

"Yeah how did you???"

"I know him. We treat each other like siblings anyway. When I found out you were here and how much time you had left I went to him." I Said even more tears dripping now.

"It good that you know him. Don't forget Nina I love you so so so very much." She reached her hand up and wiped a tear that was falling. Her arm fell and the monitors around us started beeping.

Doctor Hermann rushes in with lots of other nurses. They all gave me an apologetic look.

"Time of death 10:41am." He said.

The nurses started to unhook all of the wires and machines.

I walked out of the hospital and pulled my phone out. I went through my contacts.

Jerome

I pressed on his number and it rang twice before he picked it up.

"Nina?" He asked quietly.

"She's gone Jerome. She's gone." I Said.

"Nina I'm sorry." He said not really knowing what to say.

"She told me something before she died. You need to know about it too. But I'll tell you when I get back to England. I'm heading to the airport now." I said whilst crying.

"Ok stay safe. And there's a big hug with your name on it for when you get back."

We said our byes and hung up.

England here I come.