II ~ My Dearest Dorothy

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My days in the hospital dragged on as I sat in sorrow and despair, mourning my beloved sister

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My days in the hospital dragged on as I sat in sorrow and despair, mourning my beloved sister. In someway I felt that this was all my fault; she was complacent about being stuck with me. I just had to try an be a hero to a tragedy that hadn't even begun yet. I had learned that with the 'removal' of Dot that the doctors had removed the extra organs and the extra spine helping me look more like a 'normal person' so to speak. My whole body was aching and I would have to go to a rehabilitation center to learn how to move my right hand and arm since Dot isn't controlling it anymore.

I wonder what she's seeing on the other side. I wonder if it's just her or the both of us; what we'd be doing, and most of all if she's at peace. I sighed at my thoughts realizing that there was no one there to hear them anymore so I grabbed my journal and began to write.

My Dearest Dorothy,
I am so sorry that things have come to this. This was never my intention. It truly wasn't supposed to be like this; you were supposed to be living your dreams, making me proud in the afterlife but instead I'm stuck here, damned to be alone and lost. We both knee I couldn't survive in this cruel world, that's why it was supposed to be you here.. not me. I miss hearing your voice telling me to shut up and stop being so naive.. Its only been a few days but I've become so lonely... I miss you so much but I promise you this horrible mistake will not have been made in vain. I'll make you proud in someway Dot, I promise everything will be just fine.

~ Elizabeth aka Bette

A few tear drops stained the paper but I quickly lifted my hand and wiped my face. I closed my diary and set it next to me along with my pen as a nurse walked into the room accompanied by someone else; a brown skinned beautiful woman with curly brown hair, hazel eyes and two deep dimples that dug into her cheeks when she smiled.

"Bette this is she's Audrey, a nurse from the rehabilitation facility you're being admitted to." The nurse gave me a small smile before leaving Audrey and I in the room alone. Once the door closed behind her Audrey glanced back before taking off her coat and setting it down on the chair next to the bed.

"Hello sweetheart. I'm Audrey, it's nice to meet you." She walked over to the bed and sat down beside me gently placing her hand on top of mine. As she placed her hand on mine I jumped a little bit before glancing down at it. 

"Hi Miss. When am I going to the rehab center?" I looked at her with a small smile on my face but my face quickly returned back to the grimace it once held due to the dull pain in my body.

"Well as soon as they release you you'll be able to cone to the rehab center with you. I'd be by your side the whole time, doing physical therapy with you. I also set up a meeting with a few lawyers for you so you can sue the doctors and the hospital for what they've done." She gave me a sad smile as her volume decreased so no one outside the room could hear us.

"Do you know what they did to her? To Dot?" My voice shook as tears started brewing in my eyes again as I thought about my circumstance once again.

"I believe they cremated the remainder of her. You'll be able to get the ashes once we leave. Hopefully we can go today." She tried to sound cheerful about me leaving but tears just ran down my face as I turned away from her.

She reached forward and wiped the tears off of my face before speaking softly.

"Its okay to cry sweetheart, cry as much as you want. Just remember that if the same joke doesn't make you laugh over and over again, the same situation shouldn't claim all of your tears."  She wiped the remaining tear from my face before standing up and grabbing her belongings. She gave me one last glance before walking out of the hospital room leaving me in my pit of despair once again.

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