The Jewels; Mother of Pearl (#ABA2017)

Chapter Four

Lola had a sleepless slumber.

All she could see was complete darkness and those piercing, yellow eyes of the Angel that had pinned her.

And that singing, before she wanted to hear it, now all she could hear was that singing and it annoyed her.

Lola woke with a terrified startle as the girl with wool jumper flashed before her eyes. Her desperate face was all she saw, and she kept hearing her say things Lola knew she had never said. But all it made her do was want to cry, turn into a small ball and fall down a hole like in a game of golf.

Lola heard some beeping, unsteady beeping. She turned her head and looked at a heart monitor beside her bed; her heartbeat seemed quick and uneven.

She scanned the room, slowly hugging her knees as she did so, the whole room was white, the walls, the tiles on the floor, the bed covers she was currently sitting on and even the night gown she was wearing. Lola could feel shiver after shiver running up her back, her whole body being forced to go into a fierce shudder.

Her arm started to sting, she winced slightly as she looked at the inside of her arm, two needles had been stuck into her arm, one was connected to a water bag, the other to the heart monitor.

Lola started breathing heavily through her nose as she started to rip out the needles in her arm, two bruises formed on her arm. She heard the machine go off at the fact it felt no heartbeat.

Lola rocked on the bed she sat on, the noise making her feel like she was suffering from a heartattack.

Within seconds, nurses and the paramedic who must've brought her here, the nurses seemed relieved as they picked up the needles and the chords and went to stick them back in. Lola resisted as she pulled her arm away from them no matter how many times they tried to stick her again. "Please don't..." Lola managed to say, she could feel tears coming on.

The paramedic dismissed the nurses; Lola hugged her knees as the paramedic sat the end of her bed.

There were no greetings or pleasantries to exchange, Lola just went straight to one question, "when can I go home?" she asked.

The paramedic didn't seem surprised, he seemed amused, "you need to have a parent check you out, honey," he explained as he looked at her chart, "you gave us quite a scare, you know."

Lola stared at him; a little surprised by the concern and was convinced it was fake, "how?" she asked.

"To put it short, you got some sort of bacteria from the Angels from your open wounds," he explained, "Angels are mainly some form of beings with an extra special enchantment placed on them. It seems that same bacteria appeared in your bloodstream as a form of a blood poison," he explained.

Lola went wide eyed as she looked at her bad arm, it was bandaged up, she looked at her leg, and it was in a similar state.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine," he informed with a bright smile, "it'll take you a while to recover from cuts and abrasions, but other than that, just fine. We don't think it's too bad."

Lola didn't return the smile; she just tucked herself into an even deeper tuck. "Umm..." she mumbled, "I'm not going to turn into an Angel am I?" she asked a little frightened.

Dr Jones smiled and nodded, "an understandable question. No, it's highly unlikely you will," he informed. "How about we introduce ourselves? Hmm? My name is Dr Jones," he explained holding out his hand.

Lola stared at his hand, "Lola..." she simply replied, not shaking his hand. Dr Jones didn't seem too offended as he withdrew his hand.

"If you don't mind me asking, Lola, how is your life?" he asked.