"Miss, you are up," exclaimed the nurse. "I will go send for the doctor immediately, I am sure he will want to see you."
"Thank you nurse," I said in a weak voice as the nurse left to page the doctor. I was not surprised by the sight that had greeted me when I woke up, for I ad been in the same hospital a week before, for the same reason.
"Well Charlotte, back again, aren't we?" was Dr. MacField's attempt at a joke. "Since you have had fainting spells twice this past week, I would like to run some tests on you. It is probably nothing serious, but I would still like to make sure. Since you are up, I think we can take that IV out of your arm now. Nurse Stevenson will be coming back in to take your blood soon. If you need anything or have any questions just call."
"Doctor, who brought me here this time?"
"Your foster parents found you in your room when you didn't answer their calls."
My mother died from giving birth to me and my father committed suicide when I was a month old. All I have left of them is stories from relatives, the locket that I wear, and all their money. This was a considerable amount of money since my father was a prominent surgeon. Since their deaths, I have been moved from relative to relative, and now currently live with my foster parents Steph and Charlie. Ì don't have many friends except for my best friend Sarah. She lives in Jenks, a suburb of Tulsa, which is also where Steph and Charlie live now.
My thoughts were interrupted by Nurse Stevenson that had come to take some blood to be tested. "This won't hurt a bit," reassured the plump woman that was Nurse Stevenson as she pricked my arm with a long needle. "There, all done. The test results should be done on Friday. You can go home at 5 PM." She grabbed my chart and hurried out of the room.
Great, I have 3 hours until I can get out of this place. This room doesn't even have a TV. I though it was supposed to be a top-notch place.
