Chapter 3: Hospital and Meeting Bo Adams
Sam's POV
When Emmalisha and I slipped back into consciousness, we were lying in a hospital bed. We were side by side. We looked down and saw our monkeys tucked under our arms, and we squeezed them tightly. Our books were on the shelf next to us.
I remembered the car crash and whimpered, squeezing my eyes tightly.
We just got to know our foster parents.
From the look on Lisha's face, she remembered too."
They got snatched away from us before we got to get close to them.
Before we got abused, we were taken from people like everyone else we grew close to.
It wasn't fair!"
"Hello, when did you two come?" a voice came from the bed next to me.
Lisha and I looked up, surprised to see a blonde haired girl looking up at us curiously.
I tried to speak, but couldn't.
Emmalisha's POV
My twin tried to speak but couldn't. I wouldn't be able to either, so I spied a notebook and I used my telekinesis power that Sam and I had and when it came to me, the girl's eyes go wide with surprise.
I quibbled my name and Sam's name, saying we were identical twins and that we had an accident and that our foster parents were dead.
I said we didn't speak because we got abused.
"I have powers too," the girl said. I can feel you're sadness." "My names Bo.
I can see things before they happen."
"So can us," I wrote on the paper.
Before we could say more, there was a knock on the door and a doctor came in.
He had a tanned complexion, with short, ruffled brown hair.
We taught ourselves to read earlier this year and our dead foster parents taught us more too.
We learned sign language.
Bo looked up. "This is Dr. Terry."
He walked over to our beds. "Those are two cute turtles," he told them.
Sam and I looked up, but didn't talk, we just stared at him."
"Ah, I see. Two mutes." "That doesn't help."
"You two will need a few more test, but other then that you're good," he said.
"But there's bad news," he said, wishing he didn't have to do the same like Bo."
"You're foster parents…" "There was a bad crash…" he said.
Sam and I turned to look at him. They're dead," Sam wrote.
"I'm sorry," Terry said.
They were our foster parents for only a while," Sam wrote.
"What would happen to us now," Sam and I both thought.
