Here's the 11th Chapter of 'The Square 2'. Hope you like it! Read and Review please!
Danielle POV
Chapter 11
It all happened fast. Maybe too fast. Being transported from the ambulance to the hospital was all a blur. The whole way there I kept my eyes shut tight. There was, to be honest, no need to open them as I was sure it wasn't going to make any difference. It wasn't going to make any difference to the screaming, the jumbled words and violent drumming being continuously played repeatedly through my head. Nothing was going to make a difference. I had no hope in anything at that moment. There was no need for anything. There was no need to go on...
I opened my eyes cautiously when we were, presumably, at the hospital. I had heard the many voices of people around me, some whispering, some shouting, I heard them all. Somehow those voices drowned out the screaming and drumming in my head so all I could hear was the voices of busy workers or the crying of injured children. That's when I began to carefully open one eye. Things were still blurry but thankfully the blurriness was slowly dying off. I opened the other eye gingerly. Now with two eyes the blurriness was definitely begging to fade. I looked around nervously. People, all kinds, were rushing around the hospital, some doctors, others patients. I witnessed the sadness, the nervousness and the joy that floated around the room. The sadness of poor people who lost their loved ones, the nervousness of the people who feared they would lose the people they love and the joy of the people who's loved ones had survived.
It was true; I had tried my best to avoid hospitals after the death of my adoptive mother. The memories of the day she passed on were truly awful. No words could describe the pain I went through that day, and the pain that was yet to come. Being here, being at this hospital was enough to bring the memories flooding back. My eyes flickered suddenly towards an empty room. There, in that room, somehow my mind recreated the figures of me, my adoptive dad and the nurses. My dad slouched uncomfortably on the chair with me on the edge of my seat waiting for the news. Again, I could see the nurses whispering and then they said those awful words. The words that almost tore me apart. As I looked on in horror to my recreation of the past I could almost feel the strength of my dad gripping my hand as the nurses told us my mother had passed on. A tear trickled down my cheeks as I relived the madness of that day. My eyes flickered away from the room again. From then I thought of the hospital as a place of death. I had convinced myself no good could come of entering a hospital. The hospital was evil. That's why being back here made it feel as though something bad would happen. Something evil. The thought gave me a lump in my throat and made me feel drastically sick. Yes, no good could come from being here and that thought terrified me deeply.
The nurse wheeled me into an empty room after my check-up. The doctor hadn't said a word to me, which I considered extremely rude. As I arrived in the room I began to feel extremely worried. There were no pictures on the wall like when I was a child. The bright colourful drawings created by willing school children were not on display. The walls were a dull grey shade, not the bright yellow or red I had always remembered. I wasn't stupid, I knew those kind of rooms were only for young children, but there was something about them that made you feel safe. Maybe it was the pictures with the design of suns or fairies painted on them, or maybe it was the walls being such a bright colour, no matter what was wrong, they made you smile. These walls, grey and dull, did not make you smile. The room was literally empty. There were only a couple of chairs and a desk. It definitely did not make me feel comfortable or safe, for that matter.
The doctor walked in to the room without a word and took a seat on the chair behind the desk. I was asked by the nurse to remove myself from the wheelchair and take a seat on the chair in front of the desk. She also added, "As long as you feel steady enough". I felt as though my balance was definitely steady enough now so I got up and made my way to the chair. Sure enough, I wobbled a little before properly finding my balance again. The nurse looked at me, ready to advise me to sit back down.
"I'm fine!" I reassured her politely. The nurse nodded and smiled and wheeled the wheelchair out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
"Take a seat, Danielle", the doctor said in his gruff voice. I gingerly made my way over to the chair and sat myself down. The doctor fiddled with some pieces of paper on the desk before finally sorting himself out. He looked at me closely before finally speaking. "Ok Danielle, you ready?"
"What are you going to do?" I asked warily. I didn't trust this doctor one bit.
"It's just a simple mental state examination". I looked at him, confused.
"What do I have to do?"
"Just answer these simple routine questions, Danielle. It is fine, I promise!" He attempted to reassure me. I nervously fiddled with the sleeves of my jumper. "Ok, Danielle. What kind of symptoms have you been experiencing?"
"Well...I've been hearing stuff..." I muttered. The doctor wrote this down on his sheet of paper.
"Are you writing that down?" I was confused.
"Yes. Is there a problem?" The doctor looked as though he wanted to make me angry.
"I thought this was supposed to be confidential!" I snapped, angrily. The doctor looked at me as though I had said something that may lead him further to a pot of gold. He shifted his gaze away from me, focused on the piece of paper and began writing again. I rose myself from the chair in protest.
"YOU CAN'T- " I was cut off suddenly as I heard the door opening.
"Excuse me, doctor. I have a person insisting she accompanies Danielle in the mental state examination", the nurse explained. Someone wanting to accompany me? Who could it be? Jack maybe?
"Who is it?" The doctor asked. The nurse glanced at her sheet of paper.
"A Miss Veronica Mitchell, doctor".
"Ronnie?!" I was amazed. Ronnie was here?
"Bring her in", the doctor replied. The door closed for a second as the nurse presumably talked to Ronnie. And then the door reopened and Ronnie slid through the door and into the room.
"Ronnie!" I cried. I don't think I had ever felt so much relief in my life. But what was Ronnie doing here? Was she ok? And if she helped me could I help her? That was if she was willing to help me this...
Ronnie's back! But why is Ronnie back? How did she know about Danielle being at the hospital? Find out in Chapter 12 of 'The Square 2'! Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Don't forget to Review please!!
Georgina =)