The beeping was becoming annoying. I couldn't take it anymore. It sounded like a reminder of what had happened. I quietly stepped out of the room, it smelt sterile. I sat on the floor. They were going to call me soon. All this was too much. I wouldn't cry. I couldn't cry. It had taken long enough to build up this non caring attitude, I wasnt going to let my guard down so easily.
The night had been horrible. Plain horrible. I had rushed out, I don't think I had even locked up. The call had come in around three in the morning. I had been tossing and turning on the straw bed. I was finally able to close my eye. It was less than a minute after, at least that's what it felt like. The landline began to ring, very loudly. At first I didn't want to pick up but its constant rings made me get up.
It was someone from the general hospital.
" Hello? Am I on to Maddie Marie Veracruz? "
"Yes." I replied with a cracking voice. I tried to rub the sleep out of my eye.
" I'm calling from the Aiston City General Hospital." The person said into the receiver giving me time to let the information sink in.
"Okay?" I replied. I was fully awake now. I was sitting up straight, expecting the worst.
"Madeleine and Audrey Veracruz have been involved in a serious accident. We were made to believe that you are the next of kin, is that right?"
I couldn't respond. My palms became sweaty. I could here the attendant on the other end still speaking into the receiver but I had let the phone fall to my feet. I could feel the burning sensation of tears. They threatened to fall.
Get yourself together, Maddie. I said to myself. I cleaned my palms against my clothes and blinked back the hot tears. It was a struggle but I was finally able to pick up the phone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get you. Please could you repeat."
"Madeline and Audrey have been involved in an accident and are being held at Aiston City General Hospital. Do you happen to be related to any of them?"
"Yes. Grandaughter and daughter respectively." I said as I cleared my throat. I held no emotions when I spoke. After a lot of practice, no one could read me. At least not anymore.
"I'm on my way." I didn't wait for the man at the other end to respond. I hung up. I picked up my coat from the door knob and left the house.
The walk to the nearest bus stop was excruciatingly long, the cold didn't help matters. It took thirty minutes before I finally got to the bus stop. The bus came really late as well because of the late hour. Thank God I had socks on, if not I would have frozen to death before the bus finally showed up fourty five minutes later. If Grams was here she would never have let me enter that bus because it was basically empty. It didn't matter right now. I got into the bus, it was dark, and I sat down.
That was how I found myself on the bleached hospital floor. Although I hadn't seen Grams yet, they were coming to get me to take me to see her. I buried my head in my sweatshirt. And memories of ages ago when we lived in Alistair came back to me.
"Miss? " Someone said as she tapped me making me jump out of my thoughts. She was wearing blue scrubs and a stethoscope hung loosely from her neck. She was kneeling down so she could face me. She had probably been there a while but I hadn't noticed since my head was buried in my arms.
"Yes." I said as I looked up at her. I had probably fallen asleep because everything looked hazy and my eyes hurt at the amount of light in the corridor.
"I'd like to take you to see Madeleine now. That's if you're ready." She said as an after thought. I wondered, why wouldn't I be. Infact I was more than ready.
"Yes I'm ready." I replied her as I got up and straightened my clothes. They had come for me. And I was finally going to see the one person I actually almost cared about. Madeleine Raina Veracruz.
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