Hospitals smell like death and misery but they also smell like healing and birth depending on what day of your lifespan you are on. Grandma Tutu had her signature hip flask on her left hand but unlike most days, it refused to reach even close to her wrinkled lips. Whenever she tried to raise it up, her hand would shake rapidly, forcing it back down on top of her bouncing thigh. She didn't want to show it but her eyes screamed of the worry that was bubbling in her heart. She didn't like hospitals, her third husband, may his gentle soul continue to rest peacefully, had terrible lung cancer and she was in and out of this very hospital like she was part of the stuff that worked here.
They had been at the hospital for a few hours now, six to be exact, she was bad with numbers but she was counting. Her bouncing leg was the first telltale sign if you were not close enough to see her eyes. Her granddaughter was in there, fighting for her life. What kind of sick nonsense is this? I'm supposed to die first, not her. Grandma Tutu sighed and closed her hip flask and placed it on the uncomfortable chair next to hers. The chairs were horrible, they were definitely not for old people like her. The clicking of heels made the sullen old woman raise her eyes from the hip flask.
The person approaching made her suck her teeth in irritation. "Tutu, I came as soon as I heard the news. How is she?" The shrilly voice belonged to Karen Wilson, Vincent's stepmother. Grandma Tutu didn't particularly like her, she claimed it was because her expensive but cheap-smelling perfume irritated her soul, whatever that meant. "You should've asked whoever told you for more details!" The remark was followed by the reopening of the hip flask, her eyes drifted to the only thing that has kept her sane enough to handle life, alcohol!
"You shouldn't be drinking at su..."
"And you shouldn't be here but we all do whatever the fuck we want right?"
A sip, two and she tipped the flask over and emptied it out. The burning in her chest made her forget that she might bury her granddaughter very soon. It made her forget that she was inhaling the vile woman's sickening perfume. It made her forget that this wicked blonde haired woman was sitting right next to her and they were sharing oxygen. The burn made her forget, even if it was for a short while. She closed her eyes for a minute...her eyes were screaming for some rest. She didn't even notice Karen's red heels clicking away.
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"Excuse me, Mrs Day?" Her eyes shot open and she wiped the drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, slowly taking in her surroundings. Oh she was still at the hospital, the disappointment flashed in her eyes but she quickly tucked it away. "Yes, can I help you?" Her voice was heavy with sleep but still audible. "Ma'am, Miss Day has asked for you. She is awake!" Had her body been strong enough she would have bolted from the uncomfortable plastic chair and ran to see her granddaughter. Instead she carefully separated her body from the chair and smoothed out the non existent creases on her beige pants.
She signalled for the doctor to lead the way, the seat next to her was empty but she didn't even notice that. All she wanted was to see her baby girl. She raised that child like her own, it was no secret that she was her favourite especially because she buys her alcohol, sometimes! Who doesn't like free alcohol? Just as they were about to enter room number eleven, her daughter appeared out of nowhere! Grandma Tutu raised an eyebrow her way but left it at that, all she wanted was to see her grandbaby!
"She is still a bit weak because the pills had started kicking in, if you hadn't brought her in the moment you did..." Talya ground her teeth as her eyes turned into slits. Fury was brewing in her eyes, a blink and it all disappeared. She threw a small smile at the doctor "Just take us to her, please doctor? Thanks"
When the door opened grandma Tutu's knees nearly gave out, the sight before her made her hands itch for the comfort of her hip flask. The doctor, as if sensing that she needed support, threw his arm over her shoulders in comfort.
"Who would do such a thing to my grandbaby?" Her voice cracked and for the first time in a long time, tears slipped from her eyes.
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Oh Miss Day
General FictionHighest ranking: #1 in Crazygrandma An unfinished wedding, a dead body and a court case. Just the right dose of drama ,like the cherry on top of the chocolate mint flavoured one tier cake at the wedding.
