Chapter 10
MAX POV
Dad received an email from the Doctor, saying I can't eat anything. I frowned and Iggy smirked. I glared at him and stuck my tongue out at him.
If your sister can't eat then neither can we. Now come on. We have to get to the hospital, said dad. I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked at Iggy. He narrowed his eyes at me. We rented a car. We drove for about five miles when we drove past the hospital. Dad made a u-turn and we went over to the parking lot. We had to park all the way to the top. We walked over to the service desk and dad talked with Martha, the receptionist. Yeah I've been here before. Many times. She smiled and pointed to the elevators. She smiled at me leaned forward and hugged me. She's really sweet. She pecked my cheek and we walked over to the elevator doors. I pushed the button. The silver doors opened and we stepped inside. Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him. He hugged me. Iggy did too. We got to the third floor and we followed dad. We got to the, "Surgery Room." Doctor Hans was waiting for us. He can also do sign language.
Your brother and father are going to have to wait outside. It's probably going to take two-three hours, sweetie.
I nodded. I turned around and found Iggy with tears in his eyes. I hugged him and he squeezed me. Dad was crying too. He hugged me to him and kissed my forehead. I hesitated at the door. I sighed and followed the doctor. He led me to a room. I have to change my clothes. I have to put on one of those hospital robes. When I did I waited by a chair. Dr. H put his arm across my shoulders. He knows me very well. He's dad's friend. We went to a room with a bed.
Lay down, he instructed. I nodded and laid down. He closed my eyes with his finger tips. Inside I'm shaking. I'm really afraid. I felt a lot of pairs of hands on me. Someone injected something on my arm and I passed out. Let the surgery begin!
My eyes fluttered open. I could see everything's blurry. I heard muffled sounds in the background. Wait. I. Heard. Muffled. Sounds. I tried to focus my vision, when I did I sat up straight. Dad and Iggy were staring at me. With wide-eyes.
"What?" I croaked out. Iggy's eyes widened even more and he passed out. Dad ran to me and hugged me. We're both sobbing. I can talk! I can hear!
"Dad, say something," I said. My voice is getting better. It's still raspy.
"My baby can finally talk!" he said.
"Daddy, I can listen and hear," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around myself. I'm smiling through my tears. Iggy was laying down on the chair, with his eyes closed. I giggled and laughed. I felt like screaming.
"Yeah, you can baby," whispered dad. His voice is soft and rough at the same time. The doctor came in five minutes later.
"What happened to him?" asked Dr. H. His voice has a touch of foreignness. But it's kind of rough. I giggled. My giggle isn't like a girly one. But one that suits me.
"He passed out when he heard me talk," I said. My voice sounds normal. A bit soft, rough, and husky. It suits me. The doctor smiled and hugged me. He gave me my clothes.
"I'm glad you can hear and talk, Max," whispered Dr.H. I stood up and hugged him. I squeezed him tightly. I pulled away.
"Thank you so much," I whisper. He nods and pecks my cheek. I go to the room's bathroom and change into my jeans and green shirt. I put on my converse too. When I come out. Iggy is sitting on my bed breathing through a bag. I kneel in front of him and touch his cheek.
"You can talk now and hear?" he squeaks out.
"Yup," I pop the "P" He smiles and wraps his arms around me. Dad is taking his cell out. I grab the phone and put it in my pocket. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"I want it to be a surprise," I say. He smiles and nods. Iggy clears his throat and his voice is back to normal.
"So when can we go home?" asks Iggy. His voice is much softer and it's also husky. I mean Iggy is a soft person.
"You can leave, now," says the doctor. We nod and thank him again. He winks at me before going to another patient's room. We all can't stop smiling.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask.
"A day," respond the two of them. I frown. How come I'm not hungry? As if reading my thoughts, Iggy says,
"They injected you with some stuff to not make you hungry." I nod. When we reach the lobby Martha is signing some papers.
"Bye Martha!" I yell. She looks up and stares at me. She smiles and runs over to me. She hugs me and whispers in my ear, "I hope you can visit us." Her voice is like honey. Sweet. I nod.
"I will." She squeezes my hand and says goodbye to dad and Iggy. We ate some sandwiches and grabbed our stuff from the hotel. We drove to the airport and boarded our flight to San Diego. I fell asleep when we sat in our seats. I can be normal now. I smiled and snuggled into Iggy more. His arm was resting on my shoulders. We stayed that way during the whole flight.