Finding You

Chapter five: Looking Better

Paisley's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly. Batting them every couple of seconds to regain my blurry vision. Where was I now? All I remember is being on the floor in my house...helpless. Now I was laying in a hospital bed. It was freezing in here. I tried to sit up although I'd forgotten my ribs were broken. "OW!" I hollered loudly. I immediately hit the bed. 

God, it hurt so much to even try and move. I have never been here before, and I'm alone. My dads in jail, I probably don't have anywhere to go, and I was laying in a hospital bed not being able to move. I tried to reach for the remote that was by my left side.

 "FUCK!" I screamed that even louder than I had screamed before. Miss Willow walked into the room. "Don't curse young lady," she snapped at me, "you are a lady you cannot and will not talk that way." I looked at her in shock.

 How long had she been standing outside the door? "I'm sorry Miss Willow," I began but she held her hand up. Why was she being so mean to me now? I don't understand just a couple hours ago she was so worried, and now she was being so mean.

 She looked so aggravated with me and I didn't do anything but wake up not being able to move. She sat there staring at me. She looked at me like she did something wrong, and was frustrated because she doesn't know why she did this for me. 

"Miss Willow..." I trailed off. Her eyes softened when she looked up this time. "What's the matter? You're looking at me like I should still be laying on the floor," I started to cry. She came and sat at the foot of the bed knowing that I couldn't move. 

" Hunny it isn't you," she stared at the floor and took a deep breathe, "I can't take you to live with me." I looked up with tears rolling down my frosty white face. 

"Www...why can't you take me, " I stumbled over my words. Then I started to cry louder and more fluently.

 "It's because they have to see if any family members are going to fight for you, " she stood and pulled a chair to my bedside. She ran her fingers gently through my long blonde hair. 

"I don't have any more immediate family though, " I said muffled into the bed trying to dry my tears. She continued to stroke my hair, "I know but they just have to check it is going to take a couple of days." 

She stopped and our eyes met, "Your surgery will be tonight," she paused, "They did some X-rays while you were sleeping, so they're going to give you some titanium plates to help them heel." 

"Won't that hurt?" I commented back quickly.

 She took another slow deep breath, "You aren't gonna feel anything when they insert them." I looked at her puzzled again.

 "How many of them did he break?" I questioned. I had been meaning to ask why she'd been sitting here the entire time.

 "He broke three of them," she stopped to think it'd looked like, "I believe it was two on the left and one on your right." 

We sat in silence again. This time it wasn't as agonizing as it was the first time. It was a sweet quite silence. Not one that was filled with so much tension and hurt. Then suddenly I drifted off into sleep again.

Park's POV:

"I'm not normal!"I began to raise my voice at her.

 "Park!" she started to sound like my mom and she looked angry with me now. 

"You sound just like my mom," I yelled at her, "Park!" I screamed mocking the two of them.

 "Park! I'm not like your mom!" she yelled so loud it echoed long. I got scared, so I began to back off and tuck my tail back between my legs. 

"I'm sorry, " she said quietly. "My point is that there is really nothing wrong with you, " she paused again, "this is just a small problem that doesn't define you at all." She stood up I could tell I had probably made her mad. I didn't want her to leave though. I didn't wanna be alone again. 

"Are you leaving now?" I asked her softly. She looks at me about to cry, "Unfortunately," she trails off. 

I started to weep silently as she walked out the door. God, please help me. Show me...or send me someone who can let me out. I'm so so so so sorry for everything and anything I've ever done. I won't ask for anything else but please hear my prayer and help me. I lay back face down on the cot balling tears for I know as good as anyone else, I'm not going anywhere...

Paisley's POV:
I'd woken up to Miss Willow gently tapping my leg. I yawned very long and loudly. "It is almost time for surgery dear," she said quietly. 

Then my eyes had widened, and my large pupils began to dilate. "Miss Willow is this going to be scary?" I asked her fearfully hoping she said no. 

"Hunny they are putting you under," she said annoyed. 

"Under what," I said anxiously," are they gonna kill me? Is this going to kill me? MISS WILLOW AM I GONNA DIE!" I screamed very loudly. 

"PAISLEY," she screamed just as loud but hers was more powerful. I sat there quietly. She sighed, "this isn't going to kill you or hurt you, it is just some medicine to knock you out so you can't feel anything." 

I sighed in relief that I wasn't going out that easy. I mean don't get me wrong I absolutely HATE my home life. But...there is so much more to my life that I want to see. So much more than I need to know, and discover and explore. My eyes began to light up just thinking about it. Miss Willow looked at me chuckling. 

"What?" I questioned confused. 

"You're always in your head," she giggled again, "you have one of the most adoring imaginations." I smiled at her. She did the same back only she made a sillier face. 

We both laughed finally on the same page. Then my surgeon walked in the room. He was a tall slender man. He looked foreign, but I couldn't put my finger on where. Cuban, Dominican, or maybe...Australian. Regardless of this, he was very muscly. Looked like he worked out every day.

 His hair was pulled into a man bun. Auburn in color probably, the bun looked like a little pillow. "We're ready for her," he said to us. He unlocked the wheels on my bed and two nurses came into the room after he'd done so.

 Miss Willow kissed my forehead and walked out into the hall. They began rolling me. We passed the other patients and a couple of counters full of nurses. Right before we got to the operating room we passed the nursery. 

I wonder if any of those are my siblings? They pulled me into a room full of different doctors and nurses.

 "We're sorry deary but we're going to have to move you one last time," one of the nurses said. She had an Irish accent which was very pleasing to hear. They lifted me and I cried out. They calmed me down frantically. Then a male nurse hooked a mask up to my face. The gas began to fill my lungs as I took slow breaths. 

A receptionist barged in, but by then I was in and out. "SHE HAS A BROTHER!" She screamed. 

A brother...before I could even finish processing the though everything was black...

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To be continued...