Steph opened the door of the drab hospital room and slipped in quietly. She moved over to the bed where her foster child, Charlotte, lay.
"Steph, where's Charlie?" Inquired the teenager.
She looks so helpless and weak thought Steph as she replied, "He had to go back to work, Charlotte. I'm sorry."
"Its okay, Steph. The nurse said I could go home at five, and that my test results would be done in a week."
"I have to go now, you need your sleep and I have some stuff to finish up at work. I will be here at 4:30 to pick you up. Feel better!"
Faced with another 2 hours of boredom, I decided my best option was to try to fall asleep. And, as always, the second I turned out the light I got a song stuck in my head. This time it was the imfamous Mmmbop. There is only one problem with the song, as much as I love it; whenever I try to sing it I get stuck on the chorus. So, I sat in the hospital bed singing the chorus of Mmmbop until I fell asleep.
I woke up as the door slowly opened and Steph poked her head in. "Did you sleep?" she asked.
"Yea, I just woke up. What time is it?"
"It's 5:00, we can go home now. I'll go check you out while you get ready."
