On The Fifth Floor
~First Sight~
No Pov
She stared blankly at the pale-white colored wall. To her content, the constant drips of an IV gave some noise into her silent room. The bed she sat in was white with white sheets and white, soft woven blankets. Everything was white or either painted a slightly pale color. This room matched her being perfectly.
Even though the room did sound boring and did sound colorless, to her it was an amazing feeling. Yes, she did get a little lonely and depressed in her room but never bored. She always had things on her mind. Like the time her and her best friend explored the extremely tall building they both lived in and found more of an empty floor. Being the kids that they were the two decided to play games and get their blood flow pumping since they never did get to do that normally.
The machines that were next to the girl became apart of her to get her blood flowing on a daily basis, to keep her brain from killing herself and also; to keep her from running away.
Yes, she has tried to do so before and no, it did not go as she had hoped.
The window. It was the passage way to her deathly escape from the only home she has ever known. But knowing this, she'd never do anything too stupid. High slightly gray clouds hovered in the sky giving the towns' well being an eerie feel.
Even though she loved this time of year, rain season, many people did not. And she thought that was okay. She wanted to be different; her time was too short to not be.
On this particular day, she grew insanely mischievous and needed to get out if her room where the only person she saw was her nurse who raised her but she only came in four times a day.
Since she lived in this hospital for all of her life, she knew how everything worked and being the smart girl she was, she knew the times to do things that her nurse would probably not allow. But this being said, she needed a fresh breath of air. This time being natural not artificial air.
The girl swung her pale sickly skinny legs out form under the covers and over the side of the bed. Her chest length soft honey blond hair was brushed by the slight breeze she made as her weak body moved.
Yes she knew she was weak and sick but that didn't stop her from acting like she was a perfectly healthy young lady. The short pale pink shorts she wore were for little girls likely around the ages six to ten year olds; but she was fourteen. She was tiny for her age but her facial structure and the way she spoke was what gave away her real age.
A comfortably fit white tank-top with very thin white lace sewn on the top was what she wore over the shorts. And on her feet were light gray hospital socks, the smallest youth size. They were snug around her toes and feet giving her warmth but around the lower parts of her shin, they hung low and draped over themselves in being too large.
Once on her feet, she quickly but carefully pulled off some of the machine's wires that were inside her skin and stuck onto it. In hearing the emergency beeping noise that always alarmed when she removed the machines from her body, she quickly turned them off and cringed hoping no nurses heard her. After three seconds, she sighed a breath of relief and took her first step. On the table in between her machines and the wall that split up the crib and bed was a table and on the table was her person items including her phone, her brush, her notebook and pencil, and her iPod. But with all of those things was her hospital gown which she grabbed. Once it was in her hands, she pulled it around herself and tied it.
The small teen reached the closed door and peaked out of the slim window. Her nurse was not in sight. She smiled and opened the door and quickly slipped out. After shutting it behind her, she looked right then left. Which way did she want to go? The left way was calling her today.
She turned on her heel and started to walk down the hallway; hospital gown tapping on her shins right above her socks. Compared to other nurses and doctors and patience, she was tiny. Anyone could mistake her for a nine year old maybe ten year old. She walked down the hospital's hallway with her socks slipping off making a lot of room around her toes.
Making her way to the lobby of this floor, the fifth, she wanted to see Miss Josie. Now, Josie was the young adult at the front desk of the floor always taking phone calls and filing paper work.
The smell of bandages and medication lingered in the thin air but she was used to this feeling already. In hearing light laughs and the sound of toys and shows, she knew that she had just passed the kids' area. Inside was a cream painted room with childish safari animals painted on it. Many toys were everywhere including a train table and a small TV on the wall for shows.
Finally, after passing about four more rooms, she reached the lobby.
Few patients and patient's friends and family were sitting in the chairs around the waiting room reading magazines.
Phones' rings would be heard every few seconds from the five people on the inside of the rather large circular desk. The girl walked around it and soon, found Miss Josie. Merely twent-three, the young brunette said goodbye on her phone and looked up. Her warm smile greeted the girl and her hand waved motioning for her to come inside the desk area. The girl smiled and passed Josie to the desk's entrance. After entering, she received grins and welcomes from the other women working inside. Since she's lived at this hospital for all her life, she was able to meet everyone on the fifth floor and was able to grow some strong friendships with them.
"Hello sweetie. What's going on?" Josie asked her. The teen smiled and grabbed one of the five chairs bringing it over to Josie for there were only three of the five working today. After siting in it, the colorless teen smiled at Josie.
"Just wanting to finally come out after four days." her weak voice replied.
"Yep, I could have sworn that I haven't seen you for a little while." Josie replied sweetly. The girl nodded. She was now watching Josie write down some information on a paperwork sheet. Since the girl has seen this paper over a thousand times, she memorized how to fill it out and where every piece of information went. She then saw a name at the top.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"You haven't met him? I would have only guess you would have since you know nearly every patient on this floor." Josie replied looking at the girl's chocolate brown orbs.
"I stopped trying to meet all the patients because they all leave the hospital so quickly." She replied. Josie nodded, eyes shooting back to the paperwork.
"Well, it looks like he might stay here for a little while. Why not meet him later on today?" she asked. The girl just sighed a sigh of defeat and agreed.
"Alright. What's his room number?" she asked. Josie bit her lip with a smile.
"Room 439." The girl's eyebrows rose.
"But that's right across from mine." She told Josie. Miss Josie nodded.
"I know, but you should still at least say hi to your neighbor." The girl then nodded and got up from the chair and left the desk walking back down the hallway.
"And be sure to smile, beautiful!" Josie called to the girl.
"Okay!" she responded; voice sounding as if she were smiling intensely. The girl did not know what to do. She did not want what happened between her and many other teens her age to happen again; she meets someone and they grow close then, they are released from the hospital.
More people passed by her shooting grins towards the girl. She smiled back but kept walking towards her room.
Just two doors away from his, who's door is across from hers, she stopped seeing someone walk out. Immediately, she knew it was him. She was standing behind a medicine cabinet right outside the door of another room. Thankfully, it was not in use yet.
The girl kept watching him to see how he reacted to certain things, if her was shy or outgoing, even if he was nice or not.
He had long shaggy brown hair that looked a little messy. He wore a plain white t-shirt and blue jean shorts. The same hospital socks she wore, were on his feet as well. She could only see his side since his back was to his door and he was talking to the doctor. Seeing how tall he was to Dr. Jansyn, who was nearly six feet tall, she thought he was about five feet eight inches. A lot taller than she was. The girl was about to walk out from behind the cabinet and invisibly slip into her room but the boy turned away from the doctor to walk back into his room. Her eyes widened as his eyes met hers. He stopped as a shy grin pulled at his lips. She grinned back. She then let out the deep breath of air that she had just realized she held thinking he would walk back into his room after he broke the eye contact. But when she looked up again, with his head down a little bit but high enough to make eye contact with other people, he slowly walked towards her.
'Nope. Not going to happen.' she thought. The girl then turned around and started to walk back towards the front desk. After about three seconds, she felt that no one was following her now. Cautiously turning around, she turned and saw him standing there staring at her confused. With wide eyes, she whipped back around knowing that she virtually just asked him to follow her again. Her steps now became lighter and silent, quicker with more fright. She did not want to really meet him, she was just asked to say hi nothing more nothing less.
Thinking that it was a bad idea, she let her reflexes take over and she turned around again. But this time, he was nowhere to be seen. Even though a feeling of relief brushed over her, she did feel curious to where he had gone.
Today was Friday and knowing this she knew that it was almost the weekend. The days where the hospital was a little more full since more people did stupid things over the weekend and when stupid people do stupid things, there are more trips to the hospital. The fifth floor was slightly heavier already and it was only half past two. The girl then passed a doctor, eyes plastered to the hallway ahead of her. Then, she saw him. His attention was apparently taken from her to his doctor. Dr. Jansyn held his wrist, putting a hospital tag around it. Once he was finished, the boy let his arm down and she saw his forearm.
With a gasp, she realized why he might have been here. Bruises and slices were made horizontally across his wrist all the way up to his elbow. He couldn't be... Could he? Why was Josie so eager for her to meet him? This was probably the reason. She didn't want him to do something he'd regret. But then again, he was one of the thousands of teens who came to the hospital on a weekly basis that attempted to kill themselves. So why was Josie so eager for her to specifically meet him?
The girl now knew that she didn't want him to hurt himself so, she started to walk down the hallway towards them. Surprisingly, a wave of shyness caught her thoughts and they were sucked down by the undertow. She didn't know what to do. Her legs were still taking her towards the patient and doctor though.
Before she could stop herself, she walked right passed him barely brushing against him. The girl felt eyes on her but she didn't look back. The girl then opened her door and walk inside. Even though she knew it was a little bit weird to eavesdrop on people you don't even know, she did anyways.
"Do you know her?" she heard Dr. Jansyn's voice asked the boy. Knowing that he was still looking her way he responded,
"No." his voice sounded a little tired and scratchy as if he were screaming.
"She's been here all her life." Wait, why is Jansyn telling him this?
"Really?" the boy asked him turning back to Dr. Jansyn.
"Yes. She's fourteen." The boy looked shocked considering he thought she was just a child because of how small she was.
"Oh, what's her name?" he asked Dr. Jansyn. The girl then clung tightly to her hospital gown she wore in anxiety to what Dr. Jansyn's answer might be.
She thought about a million things each millisecond that ticked by. She thought about her name, she thought about if it would in fact draw them closer, she thought about why Josie wanted them to me, about why Dr. Jansyn was talking to the boy about her why she's even thinking about all these things; but she couldn't stop herself. Her heart rate was ascending but it was almost dangerous because of her sickness. Then, everything had stopped all at once. She heard her name for the first time in almost four years; the name she almost forgot.
"Her name is Kim."
R&R
~Lee:]
