We pull up to the hospital and I quickly run in to change.
Once I'm changed I go back out to the car and give the driver the dress, he's gonna be dropping it off where I got it. I've heard Tom is already here, he's in the wing where the people we're seeing are already.
Chris and Anthony are by the doors waiting for me, so I go up to meet them. "Okay, let's do this," I say when I get to them, and we go in. A couple doctors meet us, as well as news companies with their cameras. I look at the nearest one. They're broadcasting. Good. "This isn't a publicity stunt. You understand that?" I ask sharply, and look to the two others as well. All the camera operators nod. "Good," I turn to a doctor. "Lead the way," I smile. They nod and we start walking.
There are two female doctors and one male. Dr. Carter, one of the females, is briefing us on the plan. "So we only have time for you to see five people today. All their injuries vary, but they're excited to see you," she looks over at me. "Thank you for doing this. It means to world to them. Most celebrities wouldn't care to do this. They wouldn't do what your doing on your press tour. They probably wouldn't even do the tour. So, thank you," she tells me.
"Of course. I'm happy to do this. I can see this means a lot to you," I point out.
She nods. "My son was there, at the bombing. He's here now. He lost an arm. He almost died. But he's stable now," she explains.
"I-I'm so sorry. Are we seeing him today?" I ask. "No," she shakes her head.
Soon I see Tom just up the hall waiting outside a room. He spots us too and walks over. He hugs me first. "Your song was amazing, I'm so proud of you for doing that," he tells me.
"Thank you," I respond. He then let's go and hugs Anthony and Chris, then Dr. Carter comes over to us.
"This first patient is Jasmine Lockwood. She's 17. She was pretty far from the blast, but she damaged her spine. As of right now, she's paralyzed from the waist down. Other than that, just some burns, scrapes and bruises," she explains.
We all nod and then she knocks on the door. A woman opens the door. "Hi Mrs. Lockwood. We have some visitors here to see Jasmine," Dr. Carter tells her and motions to us. The woman, who I'm assuming is Jasmine's mother, looks to us. Her hand goes to her mouth and tears come to her eyes. "Oh my god," she whispers.
"Hi, Mrs. Lockwood," I say.
"Hi," she responds. "Uh, come in, come in," she opens the door more.
"Mom? Who is it?" I hear Jasmine ask. Her face lights up as we walk in and she almost starts crying. She's in a hospital bed with the bed adjusted so she's sitting up. There's flowers on the table beside her and a view of the city from her window. Jasmine has long raven black hair and smokey gray eyes. Her face has a few bruises and cuts on it, I can see a small burn on her neck, but besides that she's seems okay. Y'know, other than the paralysis... "Hi Jasmine," I say softly with a smile.
"Hi," she responds, and small laugh slipping through. "I saw your announcement, but I didn't think I'd be one of the people you came to see," she admits.
"Well, surprise!" Chris says, and we walk in farther.
"How are you holding up? This must be difficult for you," Tom asks.
"It is, but," she sighs and her shoulders drop a little, "I'm one of the lucky ones, y'know. I could be completely paralyzed. Or dead. But I'm alive. I'll just have to adjust to a new life style. There's surgeries that could make it possible to walk again. Not a 100% guarantee," I can see the hope in her eyes as she talks about it, but it diminishes as she says the next part, "but we can't afford it."
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