Alice held out her arm as the nurse pricked her finger, not saying anything about the hoodie she wasn't supposed to be wearing. She winced only slightly, she'd become used to this. She vaguely noticed the sound of her room's door clicking open. Glancing up, Alice noted the doctor enter carrying a new morphine drip bag for her IV.
"Good morning, Alice." The doctor walked over, handing off the bag to one of the nurses. "Your pulse is back to normal. But let's check your pupil reactions. That was quite a fall you took."
She didn't react until the cold hands, despite the fact they were covered in a pair of latex gloves, touched her face. The hands brushed her lengthy hair from her pale face. Her eyes focused on the pin light that shone on her face.
"Well, your eyes are back to normal." He continued on, putting the light away in his coat pocket. He proceeded to run his fingers against the stiches along her forehead. "Is there anything you want in particular to eat? The nurses told me that you didn't eat."
"I wasn't hungry." Alice admitted, pulling her face away from the cold hands prodding her forehead. "No reason to eat then."
"But you still need to eat, sweetie."
"Yes, sir, Dr. Adler."
The room went quiet as the bustling of the hospital workers left the room, leaving her alone in the room.
Alice turned to the window yet again.
Even at seven-eighteen in the morning during November, she could see the moon. It hung precariously, smiling down at her.
With the wicked smile it had always had.
Ever since she'd been told her parents weren't coming back, and that she was going to live with her aunt and uncle.
Then again, that was the first time she'd actually taken time to look at the moon.
"I don't think Jack Frost would ever show up here."
The constant beeping that was the heart monitor, was causing her eyes to slowly droop, effectively making her miss the fern-like swirls and designs that Frosted on the windows.
Her name is Alice Brooks.
She is terminally ill with a genetic disease that was recessive on both of her parent's sides. She isn't expected to see her eighteenth birthday.
She is seventeen.
Okay, finished the paper! Just for you guys, notbecauseit'sdueandIhadtoanyway. AHEM Never mind that last part. But seriously, I did finish it as fast as possible for ya guys.
Then took the time to type this up.
Oh, just so you know, all of this is handwritten before I type it all up. O.o
Dunno if I'll have the next part up tonight or not, we'll have to see. Considering that's when I'm hoping the short chapters end.