homerun
part #2
i was so scared reaching up to the door, i noticed my hand was starting to shake. i just reached up and took a deep breath. right before my hand hit the handle, it started to turn. as if i wasn't going to have a heart attack already, this would send me overboard. the door swings open only to reveal my sisters nurse, sam. (her real name's samantha, but we've gotten to know each other as sam)
"oh, hey devon!"
"hey sam.!" i said, not trying to hide my disappointment.
"are you going in to see your sister?" she questioned, as if my face hadn't given away my purpose here already.
"sam, you know i wouldn't be here if i had anything better to do." i jokingly said
"well today might be a little better." she trailed off
"really?! is she awake?!" i asked excitedly as i sprinted into her room. i skidded to a hault. "what's so exciting about this?" i said curtly
"According to Dr. Lickham, the recent cat scan on her brain shows that the swelling has gone down quite a bit, and her brain is healing itself."
"oh really!" i said, maybe a little too excited. i always tried to act cheerful around everyone, trying to stay positive about delaney, but i think sam was starting to see through me.
"well i was going down to get some lunch, you want to come?" she asked. she would ask this a lot, because she knew i didn't like to eat a lot. i've clearly lost weight since delaney's been in to hospital.
"uhm no thanks, i was just gonna put a few pictures up, and leave."
"oh really? what are these from?" she asked, snatching the pile of photos i had from recent graduation parties and bbqs we've had. there was a bulletin board for people who had brain injuries to put pictures up to see if they remember. i filled up the bulletin board, so i moved on to the rest of the wall.
"oh just some of my senior friend's parties, they were some of dee's friends too."
"and who's this?" she asked pulling out a picture of pat. i guess i forgot to pull that one out of there.
"its just one of my good guy friends.." i said, hoping she wouldn't pry
"i'm guessing you want this one back." she said handing it, and the rest of the pictures to me. "see you around" she said as she walked away.
i turned around and walked into the room, and sat in my seat. it was next to this little table, that always had a box of tissues, a trashcan, and a hershey's bar on it. someone would always see me use them all, and replace them for the next time i went on a crying bit in the room. i asked sam about it, and she said she didn't know who it was. they would always leave me a little note, with the same little quote on it everyday. don't worry, everything will turn out the way you want. i was kind of giving up hope on this little quote. i felt a crying spout coming on, so i sat down, ready to brace the next few hours alone.
part #2
i was so scared reaching up to the door, i noticed my hand was starting to shake. i just reached up and took a deep breath. right before my hand hit the handle, it started to turn. as if i wasn't going to have a heart attack already, this would send me overboard. the door swings open only to reveal my sisters nurse, sam. (her real name's samantha, but we've gotten to know each other as sam)
"oh, hey devon!"
"hey sam.!" i said, not trying to hide my disappointment.
"are you going in to see your sister?" she questioned, as if my face hadn't given away my purpose here already.
"sam, you know i wouldn't be here if i had anything better to do." i jokingly said
"well today might be a little better." she trailed off
"really?! is she awake?!" i asked excitedly as i sprinted into her room. i skidded to a hault. "what's so exciting about this?" i said curtly
"According to Dr. Lickham, the recent cat scan on her brain shows that the swelling has gone down quite a bit, and her brain is healing itself."
"oh really!" i said, maybe a little too excited. i always tried to act cheerful around everyone, trying to stay positive about delaney, but i think sam was starting to see through me.
"well i was going down to get some lunch, you want to come?" she asked. she would ask this a lot, because she knew i didn't like to eat a lot. i've clearly lost weight since delaney's been in to hospital.
"uhm no thanks, i was just gonna put a few pictures up, and leave."
"oh really? what are these from?" she asked, snatching the pile of photos i had from recent graduation parties and bbqs we've had. there was a bulletin board for people who had brain injuries to put pictures up to see if they remember. i filled up the bulletin board, so i moved on to the rest of the wall.
"oh just some of my senior friend's parties, they were some of dee's friends too."
"and who's this?" she asked pulling out a picture of pat. i guess i forgot to pull that one out of there.
"its just one of my good guy friends.." i said, hoping she wouldn't pry
"i'm guessing you want this one back." she said handing it, and the rest of the pictures to me. "see you around" she said as she walked away.
i turned around and walked into the room, and sat in my seat. it was next to this little table, that always had a box of tissues, a trashcan, and a hershey's bar on it. someone would always see me use them all, and replace them for the next time i went on a crying bit in the room. i asked sam about it, and she said she didn't know who it was. they would always leave me a little note, with the same little quote on it everyday. don't worry, everything will turn out the way you want. i was kind of giving up hope on this little quote. i felt a crying spout coming on, so i sat down, ready to brace the next few hours alone.
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