The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Eight

I scan the small room, that before today was still serving as a storage room where I kept clothes that didn't fit into my closet, shoes that didn't fit into the shoe cabinet in the hallway, and other things that I didn't unpack when I moved into this place. It's a completely different room now.

Mercy, Titan and his girlfriend Maisie, my mum, and I have worked all through the night to make this room suitable for Josephine and her baby on time. I'm knackered, which I'm sure just like my family, but I think we succeeded.

In the far corner of the room stands a bed, one that Titan and Maisie kindly lend me out of their guestroom, and next to it stands a baby cot. It's the one Titan, Mercy, and I slept in when we were babies as well. My mum kept it for our children since it's been in our family for five generations, and therefore it's quite an emotional piece.

The room isn't big, but we've also found a spot for a small dresser which is filled with a few baby clothes already. Maisie's sister gave birth to a girl a little over a year ago, and she thankfully kept all the baby clothes that she insisted on giving to Josephine when Maisie told her the story. She also bought the much-needed things like nappies, baby wipes, and some soft towels. And Mercy got Josephine some comfortable clothes to get through the first few days.

I seriously owe them. Big time.

The walls of the room are still white since I never spent longer than five minutes in that room, but I figured that if Josephine wants and if she'll be here long enough, she can do something about that later on. It's a very basic room, but mum assured me that it contains everything they'll need.

"And? You think she'll be okay here?" My mum asks, her arm moving around me as we both stand on the threshold.

"Yeah, I hope so. Until there's a better place for her at least,'' I answer, scanning the room once again. I'm a bit amazed by how much we accomplished in just one night.

And it also makes me realize what an amazing family I have. I just had to make one call, and they were here, ready to help.

When Mercy and I pitched the idea of Josephine and Daisy staying with me to Patty and Linda, who is the psychiatrist that made a file on Josephine, they weren't enthusiastic from the get-go.

They insisted that it isn't protocol, and they also gave me shit about how I'm not specialized in taking care of someone with mental problems. They ignored the fact that I'm about the only one who Josephine trusts, and therefore probably also the only one that can actually help her, at least in trusting her surroundings and the people that want what's best for her.

After a lot of convincing and even having contact with Hanson, they reluctantly gave their accord, but under very strict arrangements.

Josephine needs to go to therapy once a day, for a session of two hours. A social worker will come by once a week to make sure everything is going well with Daisy, and since the investigation is also hitting a wall, she'll need to talk to the officers eventually.

All those things I agree with in fundament, so I gave them my word. Although I also made it very clear that I refuse to pressure her in any way, so if it'll take years before she'll finally talk about what happened to her, then that's it, and they better be fucking patient.

After everything was set into motion at the hospital and the other instances, Mercy and I went to mum. We figured that she was the one that knew what a newborn baby and her mother would need, which meant we needed her desperately to make my house baby-proof.

I told her the whole story. I told her about how I'd helped Josephine give birth once again. I'd told her that after it happened, but didn't mention anything more about the situation because I knew how unprofessional my attachment was. The only one who knew was Mercy, and she kept it for herself.