Melancholic Me

Prologue

"Do you think she'll make it?"
"I don't know, the doctors really messed up this one,"
The year was 2003. A small drugged up infant laid unconscious in a plastic hospital crib. Above her was 2 nurses who though that everything they did that day was without flaws. They were the ones who administered the anesthetic that the mother was allergic to, the ones who didn't want to deal with a screaming woman so they drugged her up past a legal limit. That was one of two traumatic things that happened in that mother's life.
The child almost died because of it, already small and too early to be born.
The nurses treated this as a minor inconvenience in their day. One said she had a headache as an excuse, the other said that if she was in pain she should be dosed accordingly.

Angelical Saviors Hospital was anything but angelic. The hospital was on the side of the road. The woman went into emergency labor, and they couldn't get to the better hospital 13 minutes away, which is where the woman had her first born son.
The father had suffered a baseball accident,which landed him a few rooms away on a morphine drip.

A few hours later the woman woke up.
"Where is my daughter?" She was fearful of what happened. " What time is it?" She demanded. The nurses shrugged, as if she was crazy. One of them left and returned with the baby.
The other sat down next to the mother.
" Listen..." she looked down at her clipboard. "...Mrs. Scharn. The baby and you slept for 4 hours. Don't worry about the baby, worry about the fact that you could've died because you didn't tell us about your medical allergy! Be glad you woke up, Because if you didn't it would mean a lot more paperwork for me."
" I literally screamed that I was allergic."
The nurse stood up and walked away, angry and craving a cigarette.
When the child arrived in her arms the mother was excited and worried.
A new nurse came in. She worked a midmorning shift.
" Aw what a beautiful mother and child! What will you name them?"
The woman thought for a moment.
" We will name her Joanna Belle Rose Scharn."
The nurse hesitated in writing this. She felt sweat on her forehead, a chill run through her spine. She swallowed abruptly.
"Can you repeat that, please?"
Maybe she heard it wrong, maybe the woman was slurring her words.
"Joanna. Belle Rose. Scharn."
The mother annunciated every syllable.
This child will go through a lot, thought the nurse.
But being the chosen one is never easy.