Chapter 38
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJ or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down." Lucas says.
Nico and I were at Sinai Hospital in Lucas's office. It was currently two o'clock in the morning and I was trying to explain what all had happened; it was proving to be tricky. It was all coming out in a rush and was a bit difficult to understand.
I sigh and start over, "Nico, Walker, and I went to John Hopkins tonight because Walker suspected that Callie was going to try and kill mom." I say.
"I got that part." Lucas says, nodding.
"Well, he had been right. When we walked into mom's room he and Nico were hit with these orb things and it froze them. They couldn't move." I say.
"Alright." he says, motioning for me to continue.
"So, I argued with Callie for a couple of minutes and then Drew popped up beside mom's bed and basically tore out her throat." I say, my voice quiet.
"What?!" Lucas shouts.
"Hold on." I say.
"Then, Callie took out a jar of Greek fire and lit it. She and Drew left after that and then the spell that had been on Nico and Walker wore off. Walker pulled the fire alarm and Nico picked up mom and we left." I say.
"When we got back to the house, Walker imagined her back." I say.
"So, she's alive?" he asks, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Yes. She's at the house right now, sleeping. Walker said that the nurses must have sedated her right before we got there, so she should be out cold for another hour or so." I say.
"Good." he sighs, looking like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"What I was thinking though, you can bring her here." I say.
"That's actually not a bad idea. It might be better if I bring her down tonight." he says.
"Sounds like a plan." I say.
"Okay, then I'll come back to the house on my break and get her." he says.
"Alright. See you in a couple of hours." I say.
"Nico, can you help me carry her into Lucas's bathroom?" I call from the kitchen.
"Yea, sure." he says, yawning.
"She should be waking up fairly soon and I want to get her washed off and in new clothes so she doesn't freak out because she's got blood all over her clothes." I say, locking my arms under her underarms.
"Sounds like a good reason." he says.
"Wait, let me just carry her. It's easier than one of us taking her arms and the other the legs." he says, moving me aside and picking her up.
We head towards the bathroom and he sets her down in the jet-tub.
"Umm, you don't need any more help, do you?" Nico asks, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
I chuckle and say, "No, go on to bed if you want."
"Nah, I'll stay up with you until Lucas gets here." he says.
"Okay. I'll call you back in when she needs to be moved again." I say.
"Alright." he says, closing the bathroom door behind him.
After much pulling and heaving, I was finally able to get her out of the bathtub and sitting on the floor.
I quickly dress her in the light green dress. I had been surprised at how slim she had gotten. The two times I had visited her, she had been wearing big, billowy clothes. I hadn't been able to tell that she had lost so much weight.
I glance at her and then open the bathroom door. I quickly make my way into the living room and find Nico dozing on the couch. I hated to wake him, but I couldn't carry her back in here.
"Nico." I say, shaking his shoulder.
I should have known from several times of trying before that the simple calling his name and shaking his shoulder doesn't work.
I sigh and grab one of the throw pillows. Then I smack him in the stomach with it. That woke him up.
He makes a startled sound and rolls over, falling off the couch.
He groans and says, "What the hell, Kyra?"
I smirk and shake my head. "C'mon, I need you to bring her in here." I say, taking his hand and pulling him up.
We walk back down the hall and to the bathroom. I open the door to find that she wasn't sitting on the floor where I had left her.
This wasn't good. This either meant that Callie had come in and taken her away, or she had woken up. Either situation was equally bad.
I hear a sort of battle cry behind me. Nico and I whirl around to see my mom coming at us, a plastic coat hanger raised above her head like a weapon of some sort.
We jump aside just as she barrels past us and into the bathroom. I close the door and try to keep it closed.
"Nico, go call Lucas. We need him or an ambulance to come over here now." I say, panicking a little.
Nico runs out of the room to go phone Lucas. Meanwhile, my mom is trying her hardest to pull open the bathroom door.
"Mom!" I say, trying to get her to hear me through the door.
She doesn't stop, so I call to her again, louder this time. I had an idea. An idea that probably wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.
She still doesn't stop so I just decide to go through with the plan, even if she wouldn't quiet down.
"Listen." I say.
I start signing "Come Home" by OneRepublic. It's one of my favorite songs and has a calming affect when you listen to it. Or at least, it does on me.
A few lines into the song, she starts to lighten up on trying to break out of the bathroom. By the time I start singing the chorus for the first time, she's stopped altogether.
"'Come home
Come home
'Cause I've been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I've ever known
Ever known
So come home'"
"Lucas sent a ambulance. They should be here in a few minutes." Nico says, walking in.
I nod and keep signing, patting the floor next to me, gesturing for him to sit down. He does and leans against the wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, listening to me sing.
"'I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see
The world ain't as half as bad
As they paint it to be
If all the sons
All the daughters
Stopped to take it in
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
It might start now… Yea
Well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud
Until then'"
I finish up the song, and then I hear the front door bang open and a few sets of hurried footsteps.
Nico gets up and goes out into the hallway and brings back four paramedics with a gurney.
"Excuse me, Miss." one of them says.
He opens the door and my mother is suddenly alert again. She starts trying to run past the paramedic and out of the room, but he holds her back and injects a sedative into her arm. Before she starts to fade, she looks at me and there's such terror in her eyes, it made my heart ache. She almost looked like a petrified puppy or something.
The panic in her eyes starts to fade and she begins to sway back and forth, looking sleepy. Two of the paramedics help her onto the gurney and strap her on.
"It's a good thing you called Lucas when you did. That could have gotten out of hand extremely fast." the man who gave her the sedative says.
"Have a nice night." he says, nodding to us and then heading out of the bedroom.
I hear the front door close and then I have to try and hold myself together. I walk out of the room with Nico, closing the door behind me.
As we head up the stairs to my room, I felt like I was about to explode. There had to be something that could help her. Something besides drugging her so much that she didn't know where she was.
A/N:
Well, I told you something was going to happen. I didn't say what kind of something though. I like the next chapter too, sort of sweet in a sad way.
Honestly, sometimes I really just want to hurt the older of the two brothers at class. And that scares the fuck out of me. The whole name-calling thing hasn't started up again, thank god, he's just generally fucking annoying. And what makes it worse now, one of his friends from school (a girl that he's talked about before) has started coming. So now both of the brothers are, I think, trying to show off and they're acting like complete imbeciles.
Like, take Thursday for an example. We were cleaning up and one of the things that my friend and I like to do is watch the skaters down the hill from the studio. So usually when they're out, being teenage girls, we drop everything and watch them skate for a few minutes before getting back to work.
So this happened, and my friend and I went to the door and watched them. Meanwhile, the boys were chasing each other with wet sponges or something and being really loud. We went back to cleaning a couple of minutes later, and then the older of the two just starts making fun of me, not my friend, about how I go over to the window and watch the skaters. Like really?! What the fuck! I'm a teenage girl who likes skaters. Of course I'm going to go over to the window to watch them skate.
I went over to him, with my sponge in hand, and smacked his arm with it saying, "Next time, I'll punch you harder."
Okay, this is what scared the fuck out of me. Everyone thought I was joking, but really, I wasn't. And that's what scares me the most. That I wasn't joking about it. And I regret saying the slightly mean things to him, because I'm afraid that I hurt his feelings when I do that, I don't want to hurt someone. When I do hurt someone with words, it's one of the most awful feelings on the planet, knowing that I'm responsible for someone's hurt.
So my goal now is to try and keep my anger under wraps and not take it out on people. Talking to people about it helps a lot, but sometimes it just isn't enough and I find myself lashing out on people who just ask me a simple question.
Listening to my music is a ginormous help as well, keeping me from exploding. Talking to you guys helps me too, keeps me going, y'know? So be happy and proud that you're the reason I don't give up on one of the things I love to do most.
M/A:
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is amazing. You can't deny it. Even if it's not the kind of music you listen to, you have to admit that they're pretty fucking awesome at what they do.
"Dive Too Deep" is from their album "Am I the Enemy." That song is so perfect in so many ways, I can't even name all the things that are perfect about it.
"'If I dive too deep
You'll pull me out
If I try to speak
You'll hear me out
If I get to weak
You'll hold me close
And tell me I'm fine'"
Read those lyrics and try to tell me they aren't perfectly amazing. To me, this song is inspirational. I get so many messages from this song, and it's perfect to listen to when you're having a bad day. It sort of just reminds me that everything will get better eventually, there will be someone or several people to help me, I'm not alone.
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25