𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ― leah clearwater ✓

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾CHAPTER TWO☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

ii. late night memories are always the best memories !

|AMBROSIA TOOK A SMALL WALK AROUND THE HOSPITAL. She visited the hundreds of small children, with illnesses, that couldn't be cured. It always made Ambrosia cry, when she saw the kids, looking so sad, lying in the hospital beds, practically waiting for their demise.

This was her last full day at the hospital, because in the morning she would be transported to Forks. Amber had unfinished business, though, with a few of her favorite children.

She was waiting for Nicholas, or Nicky as she nicknamed him. His parents were currently busy talking with him, so she waited on the outside of the doorframe, leaning against the hard wall. He was a special little boy, to her. He had type 2 diabetes, which is why he was here, in this hospital. He was a normal child, playing soccer with his friends, having fun, when he had a stroke. A stroke occurs when a blood vessel that carries oxygen and nutrients to the brain is either blocked by a clot, bursts, or ruptures. When that happens, part of the brain cannot get the blood and oxygen it needs, so it and brain cells die.

His mother described everything that happened to the doctors, as they used an defibrillator on his chest, trying to restore the seven year old's heartbeat. After they did it, and his chest was still not rising and falling, they did it once more, and luckily, he was revived, and he is forever grateful for that.

What the mother didn't know until very later, was that someone had been watching them, a little Ambrosia. Well, I say little, when in reality she was 12, and she had been listening in when Nicholas's mother's sobs caught the girls attention. Earlier she was playing the violin, but the crying distracted her. She left her room, tip toeing through the hospital to find the sound, which was more difficult then it seemed because about 75% of the people there were crying.

She traveled around the hallways until she stopped by one and saw a short haired lady looking through the window of a room, her sons.

On her tippy toes she could see the doctors using electricity on his heart, which made the girl quite sad, she stuck around until he was revived, and gave him her oatmeal cookie, that her mother made, which had always been her favorite. Five years later, look were it got them, a cute brother sister relationship. Nicky was 12, and Ambrosia was now 17.

Nicky wasn't allowed to go to school, partly from his state, and partly the bullying he would receive when he went to school. Nicky was a short 4'4 boy who only weighed 70 pounds, he was a small boy that people could easily kick around. Another factor in his bullying was the fact that he was Mexican, which only 3.3 of the population of Seattle were, making him somewhat alone. He didn't have many friends, meaning no one stuck up for him.

Ambrosia and Nicky had nicknames for eachother that were in Spanish, so they were somewhat secretive. Ambrosia would frequently called Nicholas 'el pollito' translated to english is 'little chicken'.

Nicholas usually called Amber 'mano amiga' which means 'helping hand'. Ambrosia was always there for him, just like she was there for everyone, Felix, Liz, Agnes, everyone.

Ambrosia wasn't allowed to come by that often because of Nicky's state. Even with his treatment, he was weak and brutally fatigued. The time that he was awake, was mostly spent with his mother and father, so Amber wasn't around a whole lot, but it didn't matter to either of them because they knew how much they cared for one another. His parents always asked Ambrosia how they weren't brother and sister because they were so tight, two peas in a pod. Or, two dying kids in a hospital, either one works.