Chapter 37
Patricia closed her eyes and then quickly opened them. "Amanda?" she whispered. I
groaned and I tossed in my bed. Slowly I opened my eyes, only to see white. Oh my god,
where am I? I thought to myself, I was panicked. My eyes were wide open and I all I could
see was white. Pure as cotton white.
"Am I dead? How could I die?" I screamed, then shrieked with horror.
"Amanda, Amanda. It's me, Taylor- I'm here!" Taylor's voice broke through
my thoughts.
"Taylor? Where are you?" I asked, my voice breaking as I tossed in the
white world. I heard Taylor's breath, and then I saw his face. The white was gone, and I
saw most of his body., the upper half anyways. "Tay?" I bearly gasped. My body felt numb,
and I couldn't fell my hands., or my feet as a matter of fact; none the less my whole body.
"I'm here." he whispered, brushing my hair out of my face. His touch was
soft and delicate with a hint of warmth and passion. Blinking several times, I looked
around. I wasn't dead, and I wasn't in my bed. I wasn't even in my house. I was at the
hospital laying on one of their queer hard as steel beds. Actually, now that I think about it,
the beds were steel. Ha!
I told myself to clutch the side of the steel bar that rested next to me, but my
hands were too numb. I couldn't tell if my hands were in my hair or in my lap. "What's
going on?" I asked, holding myself up, gazing over my body. Needles were stuck in my arms,
and tape and tubes were stuck on and in almost every part of my body. Patricia clasped her
hands over her mouth. She was to choked to speak.
"You passed out on me. You were to weak to hold your head up, none the
less yourself!" Taylor said. I blinked, and I noticed my eyelids were heavy and felt really
weird when I closed my eyes.
"No. I couldn't have. I remember everything..." I trailed off. No, I don't
remember everything! I thought to myself. I'm completely numb, my head hurts, my eyelids are
sleepy, I can't even hold my head up..and I don't think I have enough strength to remember what
happened! I yelled at myself.
"Honey.." Patricia said. I looked hazily at her. My eyesight was almost on
the edge of bluriness, and I doubt anyone knew it. Not waisting my time or my breath I
looked over her face. "Your going to stay in the hospital for a few nights..would you like me
to stay with you?" she asked. My head shot toward Taylor, then I glanced at Patty.
"Mom...why don't you go home? I'll be fine, and Taylor can stay with me." I
said, my voice shaking. I realized it then, that Patricia cared alot about me., but she was
really missing Duncan. She'd probably go home and watch old home movies of Duncan when
he was young..stuff like that.
Taylor looked at me, his blue eyes shining and emotional.
"She'll be fine, Patricia why don't you go home, you look really tired." he
paused, and touched her hands. "You deserve to go home. Don't worry about Amanda, she'll
be fine..I'm here!" he whispered. Patricia slowly inched her way toward me and kissed my
forehead.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" she asked, her pocketbook
hanging loosely by her side. I nodded.
"Go home, mom I'll be fine." I lied. I was feeling horrible, and I was
extremely hungry. Patricia smiled, kissed Taylor then left. Taylor turned and sat right
next to me. "What happened?" I whispered.
"You got upset about throwing up the teriyaki, and you started throwing
your medicine and swearing..then you passed out..-"
"So here I am!" I finished his sentence. "This is sickening! Taylor what did
the doctor say?" I asked. He gazed into my eyes, and was silent for a moment. When he
opened his mouth to speak, someone knocked on the gray door leading to my room. I didn't
reply so a tall blonde women walked into the room.
"Amanda, I'm glad to see your awake." she said. I focused my view on her
name tag. Dr. Fonseca was her name. I glanced at Taylor. His eyes had a dull shine, and his
cheeks flashed an intense red. He was to dumbfounded to actually know what the doctor said
about me. I thought to myself.
"Awake." I repeated, relaxing unwilling against the flat, hard white pillow
behind my back. Dr. Fonseca smiled tightly at me, and took my pulse, the whole time my
eyes were glued to her.
"Taylor," she said turning toward Taylor, "Your mother tells me you will be
joining us for a while..why don't you get yourself a cup of coffee,...that is if your old
enough to drink." she finished with a flirty smile. My eyes flew to Taylor. His mouth was
slightly open and he nodded absently.
"Mmm.." he said, standing up and leaving the room. I rolled my eyes. Well
thanks for that wonderful introduction doctor I'm-a-beauty-queen! I thought to myself.
"How long do I have to stay here?" I retorted. Dr. Fonseca stared at me
absently.
"How am I suppose to know?" she said. I shrugged.
"Oh I don't know..maybe because your the doctor!" I shot. My temples
pounded, and the blood rushed to my face. What is she..a fraud? I asked myself. Dr.
Fonseca laughed.
"Hell no," she said with a laugh. "I'd never a doctor..how old is Taylor? she
asked, changing the subject. My eyes raged red.
"Are you serious?" I asked, "NURSE!" I screamed, leaning toward the nurse
call button. 'Dr. Fonseca' slapped my hand and pushed me against my pillow roughly.
"I'll ask you again- How old is Taylor?" she whispered. Spit flew in my face.
I gagged at the Winter Fresh smell and turned away.
"Here's an answer. He's too young..but too smart for you..oh yeah..and he
just happens to be my boyfriend!" I replied with 99% sarcasm in my tone. Dr. Fonseca
pressed her hands against my neck.
"Once again Amanda. Answer the damn question." she said. I groaned, then
I heard a door slam. Both our heads whipped around.
"What the hell is going on in here?" A short stubby nurse asked, Taylor by
her side. I smiled, and he returned with a huge toothy grin. Dr. Fonseca snickered.
"She..uh..was um, er, unconscious when I uh..took her pulse..-"
"And she just decided to kill me instead!" I said. The nurse whistled and
two cops, who monitored the building, came into the room. Dr. Fonseca screamed as they
grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the room.
"How are you feeling?" The nurse asked, touching my forehead. I smiled
weakly.
"Fine." I replied simply.
"Why don't I get you your medicine and some ice-cream." she said. I looked
at her.
"I can't eat, remember?" I said, my eyebrow raised. She laughed.
"This kind isn't the kind you eat..its the tube kind." she said. I looked at
Taylor.
"What do you mean 'the tube kind'?" we asked at the same time. The nurse
smiled.
"Listen sweetie," she said, "your going to die if you don't eat, but you
can't..so your doctor, Dr. Gallant decided it would be best if you were feed through a
direct tube to your stomach." I snorted.
"Alright. Whatever." I said, waving her away. My body shook nervous, and I
felt dizzy. A tube? They want to feed me with a tube? I thought to myself.
"Isn't there any other way?" Taylor asked, both his eyebrows arched in
concern. The nurse shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but that's all we can do." she said. I gagged, I felt my eye-sight
go, and my head slammed against the hard metal bar that held my pillow up.
Zac sighed and threw his math book onto the floor. "Mom this sucks..I don't get
it!" he whined. Mrs. Hanson looked up from her laundry basket. She absently folded the
clothes as she glared at her son.
"You get it Zac, you'd just rather be outside." she said, her voice smooth,
but harsh. Zac winced.
"Mom please? Can I atleast go down to the hospital to see Amanda?" he
asked. Mrs. Hanson smiled.
"Amanda knows your thinking of her, but there is such a time frame..and its
called later. She's not going anywhere.." she paused, "and neither are you if you don't
finish this assignment." Mrs. Hanson finished with a wave and turned back to her clothes.
Zac sighed, and picked his math book up, turning back to page 168 and 169. What's the deal
with these? How am I suppose to know, or care what the percent of a number is? he retorted
to himself. Giving another loud sigh, he hastily finished 14 problems, not double checking
them like his parents always told them too.
"I'm done..now can I go?" he said, jumping up, throwing his paper at his
mother, and grabbing his hat. Mrs. Hanson took the paper, and briefly went over it.
"Sit down..you can wait another 5ive minutes for me to correct this." she
ordered. Silently, Zac fell slumped in his seat. A few moments later, Mrs. Hanson wrote 94
on the paper, and looked up at her son with a smile. "For someone who didn't get it, you did
it pretty darn well!" she said. Zac rolled his eyes, but couldn't fight down the smile that
inched its way onto his lips.
"I'm going out." he said, running toward the door.
"Tell Amanda to get lots of rest tonight.." Mrs. Hanson called to her son.
"Whatever." Zac whispered under his breath..he knew he only used Amanda
as an excuse..an excuse for fun!
