I threw my legs off the side of the bed, creaking it in the process. I stood up and stumbled a little before I could storm out of the hospital room.
A couple of nurses tried to get me to lay back in bed and rest my arm, but I told them I was fine and pushed them out of the way. I went up to the front desk. an older looking woman sat there, typing away at her keyboard, eyes glued to the screen.
I slammed my hands on the table, a shooting pain soon reached my arm. I tried to ignore it but a soft little cry of pain escaped my lips.
"I need to check out! my name is Iris Jackson. I'm in here because I was attacked and suffered a deep cut the required 6 stitches!"
The lady looked at me wide eyed. "w-well miss... there is no need to shout. how long have you been in this facility?" She timidly asked.
I stepped back a little, not realizing I had shouted. "sorry... I just really need to get out of here.... I believe I got in here yesterday. if I may ask, what is the date?" I asked in a quieter tone.
"Oh, today is the 27th." she said.
"July right?"
"That is correct."
"Then yes. I've been in here for about a night." I said.
"May I ask your age?" She asked.
'Damn it, what is it will all of these questions?'
I forced a smile onto my face. "miss. I don't think I have time to answer anymore of your 'questions' I need answers to my own." I said, sounding more annoyed.
She was a little taken back. "well, ask me some of your questions, and I'll see if I Have any answers." she said.
'What the hell? doesn't my tone sound like I need to get out of here right now?'
"Ok, first off, I'm 16. I'll be 17 in 2 months. " I began. "and second. I don't really think that you can answer any of these questions. they are meant for one person, the he's the only one I intend to ask them to." I said, ready to shout at her.
"Well first off, you are to young to check yourself out of the hospital. and second what is this mans name. I will send for him." she said, trying to solve the problem.
My smile turned into and angered snarl. "I don't know his fucking name. I just want to get out of here." I said between clenched teeth.
"Then how do you know that you must ask him your questions miss?" She asked in a smart-alick tone.
" You know what? Fuck you." I said. "Give me my damn clothes and I'll call for my mom." I growled.
She looked at me. her mouth slightly ajar. she reached under her desk and grabbed my clothes. setting them in my palms. "h-have a nice day miss." she said in her timid tone that she used when we first started our conversation.
I angrily nodded and stormed back into my room.
I put my clothes back onto my body and pulled out my phone. (Which i stole from. My moms purse.) I quickly dialed my moms number and brought the phone to my ear.
Ring
Ring
Ring
No answer. I sighed and dialed my dads number.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello?' My father spoke.
"Hey dad. can you come pick me up from the hospital? I feel a lot better." i said in the sweet tone I only used on him.
"Sure sweet heart. expect me in about a half an hour" he said.
"Thanks daddy. " I said before hanging up.
'Alright Iris. you can handle a half an hour.'
