Forlot: Silver Woods - Book Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Guess where I ended up right after my "lovely" encounter with the school's chandelier? If you guessed the Forlot hospital, then congratulations. You are more of a Forlot expert than you realize.

I had too many scratches and bruises to be sent to the nurse's office, so the principal contacted the hospital. Paramedics arrived, and within minutes, I was lying on a stretcher and brought to the ambulance.

Unlike with most of the main characters, I was conscious the whole time. The impact by the chandelier was not strong enough to knock me out. Yes, I did rest, however, it was difficult to fall asleep because my injuries were causing that much pain.

My best friends Lorraine and Joan joined me in the ambulance and comforted me, but surprise, surprise. My own sister was nowhere by my side. It was as if she did not care if I was hurt.

Why did she have a problem with me? That is what Joan, Lorraine, Darius, and I would find out tonight.

Minutes later, I was in a hospital room and resting in a hospital bed. Some doctors and nurses had hooked me to a couple machines, and both of my arms were completely covered with wires. I was breathing into one of those breathing masks and scanned the room.

I was not the only person in the room. Darius was standing by my bed, and a smile spread across his face. Weird that my best friends were not there.

"Darius," I choked out his name. My voice was weak. "Where are—"

Darius pressed a finger against my lips, cutting me off. "Shh," he said. "You have had a rough morning. You need to get some sleep, or you will not be discharged today."

A gasp, a weak gasp, escaped from my throat. "I am being discharged today?"

"Later today. But only if you receive most, if not all, of your strength back."

"Is that so?"

He placed his palm on my forehead. "Would I have a reason to lie to you?"

I shook my head. "You took the time to see me, so of course not." I slouched further into the bed. "Cannot say the same for siblings. Well, my sibling." I rolled onto my side. "Do you know where Lorraine and Joan are?"

"They told me that they were fetching some snacks. Said that their bellies were rumbling." My stomach growled furiously, and he chuckled. "Seems that you are hungry too."

I could not help but blush in embarrassment. How many of you get embarrassed when your stomach makes noises in front of your friends or crush?

Darius removed his hand from my forehead. "Would you like me to get you something to snack on? The doctors told me, Lorraine, and Joan that you could eat if you wish."

I rubbed my belly and smirked. "What do you think? The belly has spoken."

He chuckled again. "You are so funny, Sam. If your sister does not love you, it is her lost. She is missing out."

"Thank you, Darius." I sighed. "Do not ask me why she hates my guts because I do not have a clue."

"Was not planning on it. Instead, I wanted to know if you remember what happened to you."

You readers would think that I would have no problem recalling the incident. A chandelier that was obviously not stable fell from the ceiling and came crashing down on me. Plus, I was conscious throughout. So there would not be an issue remembering, right?

Wrong.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and my eyes widened. I could not remember how I was hurt! I could not even recall the biggest details. I was only able to recall before and after the incident.

"Sam?" Darius broke into my thoughts. "Are you feeling alright?"

I raised my arms and put my palms on either side of my head. "That is weird," I said. "I cannot remember why I am here or what caused my injuries." My expression changed from concerned to sad. "I bet that you think that I am an idiot."

"No. No, no, no. Absolutely not." He patted my shoulder. "You are not an idiot. You are the smartest girl that I have ever met."

His encouraging words made me smile. "You are joking."

"I am dead serious. I forget things all the time. It is totally natural."

"But...what happened to me is a pretty big deal...I believe."

"Your brain probably does not want to recollect any memories about it until you recover and are out of the hospital."

"Yeah. Maybe you are right."

My new friend - perhaps my boyfriend soon - said that he would return with a surprise snack and stepped out of the room. A wave of relief washed over me. It was nice to talk with him. It made the pain go away for a bit. I just wished that I knew why I was admitted to the hospital.

Darius had left the door open, and there was a knock on it. No. More like pounding. I sat up a little and saw someone standing in the doorway.

It was my sister, Silver. Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were filled with fear.

I narrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "Look who decided to show up," I said.

That was when Silver did something that I did not expect. She had not done this to me in years. She scrambled up to my bed...and hugged me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as close as she could to her. Her stomach was heaving, and I heard sniffing.

"I am so sorry," Silver apologized. "Really. I am."

What was she apologizing for? For being cold to me for who knows how long?

"Why are you sorry, sis?" I asked. "Are you sorry for not treating me like a sister?"

She grasped my shoulders. "I am the reason that chandelier fell."