She had the same eyes. It was like looking into a mirror of myself. This girl at sixteen years old had the same eyes as a forty something year old man. She had the same cold uncaring calculating stare. I couldn't believe it when I meet her to tell her what he medical issues were.
She stared at me with those eyes. Unlike my ocean blue, hers were a light brown. But they pierced me like a knife. She showed no emotion. I, for once, couldn't tell if it was because she didn't care or was shocked at the simplicity of her illness.
Her father was standing outside the room, as I left he went in. He was happy, I'm sure, to know that she was going to be fine. Some minor dietary changes were in need, but she would be okay. She would be discharged tomorrow.
I walked by her room the following morning as she was gathering her things. My team was wishing her well and soon left, never noticing me. I was focused on that room.
For what ever reason, I could not take my eyes off of it. I had a bad feeling.
"House." Wilson, my best friend, called my name.
"Hey." That was all I could mange to say.
"I'm sure you saw the monster truck—House…" Wilson was speaking. I heard him but I didn't listen as the girl's father walked in.
The next thing I knew I was walking as fast as I could with my leg to that room.
Her father had hit her. I heard people calling for help, but I kept walking. By the time I was outside the door I heard him yelling that it was her fault that her mother was sick and dying and screaming random things. And she took the blame for all of it. Saying things like "yes dad" and "I know, I'm sorry" "Please dad stop"
By the time I had walked into the room she was on the floor in a ball. Blood was seeping out of her mouth. I was sure she had a few broken ribs. I put my cane in front of him successfully keeping him from hitting her again.
"Who do you think you are?" his eyes held a little more than crazy in them.
"Her doctor." I said it with such simplicity that he hit me. I lost my balance, but before he could hit me again security guards were on him.
I got up walked to the girl and knelt down ignoring the pain in my leg. I gathered her up into my arms. She clutched onto me. I just held her not moving and she cried. By the time the police were had showed, her father was a apologizing to her and telling her to forgive him.
"I'm sorry." That was all she could say. Wilson was by my side trying to comfort the girl.
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