Chapter 4
I slowly drifted to consciousness. Soft beeping noises, and the occasional intercom call for one of the doctors. My eyelids slowly fluttered open, and I looked around. The bright lights affected my eyes, and I groaned.
"May?" A soft voice asked. Shuffling footsteps.
"The lights," I croaked. More footsteps and the lights dimmed. I opened my eyes wider.
"Mommy?" She glided back over to the bed.
"Oh, May, I was so worried, we thought we were going to lose you." Tears welled in her eyes.
"What's wrong with me Mommy?" The look in her eyes made me feel as if something was terribly wrong.
"I'll have the doctor explain it to you." She scurried out of the room, and I slowly sat up.
"May," he said. It was Dr. Philip Cord, who had treated me the last time I was here. But the last time was a nightmare, he had tried to inject me with a sedative, but I had luckily gotten away.
He stood there in the doorway, his features chiseled in the darkness.
"Hello May. It's good to see that you are up." He walked into the room and stood in the doorway. "Mind if I turn on the lights?" Instead of waiting for my reply, he snapped them on, and I shrieked.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked him, shielding my eyes. He sat at the foot of the bed and glanced at the charts. He nodded, smiled, and looked at me.
"Well, May, the experience that you just went through, was called an emotional breakdown. You've been on a roller coaster of emotions, and that caused your physical health to decrease. Also, I noticed that you've lost a lot of weight since the last time you were here." I sighed.
"What do you suggest, Doctor?" Mommy asked thoughtfully, taking her seat beside my bed.
"I suggest that we should keep her here for a while, analyze her, see if she is stable enough, and what I advise is that she stays away from what is causing the emotional breakdown." She nodded.
"For now, I'm just going to have her rest. We'll conduct a few test, but other than that, she should be fine." Mommy nodded again.
"Where's Daddy?" I asked.
"He had to go back to work honey. He said if anything happen that we were to call him." I sighed.
"Mrs. Isaacson, if you don't mine, I need to conduct some tests." She nodded vigorously and left the room. He glanced at me and smiled.
"I'll need you to sit up for a minute." I shifted uneasily in the bed and sat up. He removed the stethoscope and shot his hand up my hospital gown.
"Hey!" I cried, jerking away. He laughed.
"It's nothing out of the ordinary." He attempted again, and put the cold metal on my chest.
"Breathe deeply," he commanded. I exhaled twice and he removed it and placed his palm on my back. "Breathe." I did so and he recorded it.
"All righty," he said as he sighed. He took out a miniature flashlight and looked into my eyes. He looked down my throat and through my ear.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't." He retorted, and I sighed. "Now lay flat on your back." I scooted down and put my hands by my sides. His hands crawled up the sides of my nightgown again. I shot up.
"Lie still," he growled, and I shot him an evil glare and lay down again. His hands poked my ribs, the sides of my breasts. With him doing this, I began to squirm.
"The faster you stay still is when this will all be over with," he snapped, and I grunted. He removed his hands and I sat up again, adjusting the gown. He walked over to the counter and picked up a small vial.
"I need you to urine in this cup for me please." He thrust it at me, and I looked at it skeptically.
"What's this for?"
"May, do you have to question me?" he asked. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and went into the bathroom and did what he asked. I handed it back to him.
"Good. I'll be back in about an hour or so," he said and left the room, turning out the lights for me. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head. What was this for? I shrugged, and took a quick nap. When I had woken up, Daddy was sitting next to my bed, staring at the floor.
"Daddy?" I said, rubbing my eyes. He looked up and threw his arms around me.
"Oh, May, thank God you're OK," he said. I patted his back.
"I'm fine."
"I was so worried about you. I waited for the longest time, but I had to go back to work; I couldn't take the day off. But I told your Mother to call me if you had waken up." Dr. Cord walked into the room, with Mommy.
"Jim, can we talk to you?" Daddy through an apologetic glance at me, then went into the hallway, shutting the door, but it hadn't closed all the way, so I could hear all that they were saying.
"I have the results of the test if you would like to see them," the doctor said softly.
"Of course," Mommy said eagerly.
"Test?" Daddy questioned. I heard the ripping of an envelope, and Mommy's sigh of relief.
"Not pregnant." Alarms went off in my head. What! I flew from the bed and stood near the door.
"It even shows that your daughter hasn't even had intercourse."
"Amanda Diane!" Daddy snarled. I stepped out of the room.
"You gave me a pregnancy test?" I demanded to know from Mommy. She turned pale.
"May, you can see that we are having a discussion," Dr. Cord said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it away forcefully.
"Answer me!" I yelled. Her cheeks were flooded with tears.
"Oh, May, I had to, I just had to!" she wailed, throwing herself at my feet. I kicked her away. I looked at Daddy.
"Honestly May. I just learned of this too," he said, looking down at Mommy.
"You were spending too much time with Joey! I was beginning to wonder! You came home with this, this angelic, beautiful look on your face, like you had just had the best few moments of your life, and I was afraid to ask if you had. . . "
Sex?" I blurted. She cringed and looked up at me.
"Now May, we don't want to upset you since you're in your current state. . . " Dr. Cord advised. I glared at him.
"You don't tell me what to do," I snapped. I looked at Mommy again. "I can't believe you did this."
"I had to!" she hissed. I scoffed and clenched my hands.
"Maybe it's best that we leave," Daddy suggested. I wanted him to stay, not Mommy. I wanted her out.
"Take Mommy. You can stay."
"I have to get back to work," he said regretfully. I sighed and shuffled back into my room. "I'll talk to you later," he called. "Get up Amanda." I heard Mommy's sobs as she walked down the hallway. Dr. Cord slipped into my room and shut the door behind.
"No, no, get out now," I said, pointing to the door.
"Now let's talk about this for a moment," he said.
"No! Get out now!" I yelled.
"Quite a temper on you," he muttered.
"Now, or I'll call security." I looked over at the phone mounted on the wall. He sighed.
"Can't we just all get along?" He snickered, and left the room. I crawled back into my bed and picked up a magazine that one of the nurses had left in the room. It was a fashion magazine. I flipped through the pages dully and looked through the window.
It was beginning to get dark, and I had remembered that I had to stay overnight. I groaned and tossed the magazine on the floor angrily. The hospital was slowly closing down. Nurses were going home, some doctors too. Only the on call doctors remained. Things got quieter. The announcements over the intercom grew less and less, and the sirens had become quieter.
I settled into my bed, tucking myself in and fluffing my pillows. I started to twist the sheets around my finger; I couldn't sleep. I had slept most of the day. I watched as people walked by, patients taking their nightly walks. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I had wondered if I was born here. My eyes widened. I could always check . . .
I threw the covers off of me, and ran to the door, making sure that Dr. Cord wasn't there. He had advised me earlier in the day to stay in bed and get some rest, but that thought didn't matter anymore.
I slowly opened the door, looking down both corridors to see if anyone was coming. Both clear. I stepped out quickly, and made my way down the hall, watching for anyone who might stop me. Where to look? There was a reception desk, but everyone swarmed around that. Still walking down the hall, I looked for any one of the doctor's offices. Luckily, I found Dr. Cord's office. He was gone, probably flirting with one of his patients or the nurses. I slipped into the office, and locked the door, pulling down the shade so that no one could see me.
His desk was in the middle of the room, bookshelves lining the room with medical books, small statues, and such other things. I sat down at his desk and pulled out the keyboard, booting up his computer. I searched through all of his files, went through hundreds of birth certificates, until I found a search engine on the hospital system. I typed my name in, and waited for the files to show up.
Three files show up. I clicked on the most recent one. It was dated today because of my breakdown. The second one was when I had checked in because of the event dealing with Ashley Bernstein.
And the last file. My hand shook as I clicked it open. Before my eyes could look at the screen, someone was standing outside the door, talking.
"Come on Andrea, why not?" It was Dr. Cord. A woman, who I'm guessing is to be Andrea, scoffed.
"Please Philip, I have to work late tonight. I have to make sure that Isaacson girl hasn't left her room. I got strict orders from her mother saying that she wasn't allowed to leave her room." I crouched underneath the desk. Someone tried the doorknob, but they knew it was locked, and Dr. Cord pulled out his keys and started to unlock the door.
"So? She's knows that she's not allowed to go anywhere," he pleaded. "Come on, just one night. Some dinner, wine, maybe a little dancing." He threw open the door. My heart thumped, and I frantically looked around the room for another hiding spot. There was a cedar chest, but I wasn't quick enough to hide. I curled up into a ball as small as I could and closed my eyes.
"Sure, and get me drunk so we can do the horizontal mambo, sure Phil," she muttered. She plopped down in one of the black leather chairs. I could see through the tiny crack under the desk. He plodded over to his desk, and I kept my eyes shut tight. He pulled back his chair and sat down, his legs barely grazing my body. I tired to scoot back further.
"Please Andrea, you know I'm not that kind of man." He placed his elbows up on his desk, and there was an awkward pause.
"What?" Andrea asked curiously, and stood up.
"Someone's been surfing on my computer." My heart raced.
"Why would someone do that?" Andrea questioned. My heart raced.
"May Isaacson." He muttered, and I began to hyperventilate.
"She was looking on your computer?"
"No," he said. I exhaled with relief. "They typed in her name. Might have been that psycho mother of hers. You know, she's really adopted."
"Maybe she was looking for her birth records or something, trying to send her away."
"No, why would she send a pretty girl away?" He muttered. A few clicks on the mouse, and he shut down the computer. No. . . "I'd like to get a piece of her," he added. She exhaled.
"This is exactly why I'm not going out with you," she hissed, and walked to the door, but he leaped up and chased after her.
"Come on Andrea. Let me show you a good time." A long silence, and then I heard their lips smacking. She sighed, and then giggled.
"OK, fine. Let me get my stuff, and check up on my patient, and then we can go," she said softly.
"Great." He kissed her again, and she gasped.
"Philip Cord," she scolded, and he chuckled and hurried out of his office, turning out the lights and locking the door, Andrea following him. Once they had been gone for a minute or two, I crawled out of my hiding spot, looking at the computer. My heart ached; I wanted to get back on to see the last file under my name, but Andrea was going to check up on me soon. I sighed, told myself that I would look another time, and bolted out of the office, and back into my room.
I scurried into my bed as fast as I could, but the door was suddenly thrown open, and I dove under the covers.
"Are you awake?" she asked, her heels clicking on the laminated tile. I stayed still.
"Is she asleep?" Dr. Cord asked.
"Uhh. . ." she threw back the covers, and I shut my eyes, pretending to look asleep. "She sleeps in the most awkward position, I swear." One of my legs was hanging off of the bed, my hair spilled around me, my arm thrown across my body. I slowly opened my eyes just to see a little bit. He walked over to my bed, and smiled.
"It's cute," he said softly. He brushed a piece of hair off of my face. "Poor kid, she's been through a lot. When we first got her in here, she was having seizures. She was already unconscious when they got her here."
"Dear lord," Andrea muttered.
"We thought that she would go into a comatose state, but a few ours later she pulled out of it. Strong kid." He touched my cheek, and I wanted to smack his hand away, but I turned over and mumbled some words that didn't make any sense.
"Let's get out of here," Dr. Cord said, and they walked out of my room, slamming the door behind them. I sat up. They were standing outside of my room, kissing. I couldn't get a good glance at Andrea, but I reminded myself that I would see her tomorrow when she comes to check on me. I sighed. My heart was racing fast, and I didn't want to go into any seizures. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and rearranged my position, and fell asleep.
In the morning I was woken up by sirens going off from an ambulance. What a lovely way to wake up, I thought. I sighed and sat up, outstretching my arms over my head. The sunshine was bright, it was spilling into the room, just then, the door open, and my nurse, Andrea entered.
"Oh, you're awake," she said. I took a good look at her. She had light brown hair that was down to her mid back, and it was curled at the ends. She looked about 23. Her eyes were light brown, and the makeup that she wore was very light but noticeable. She was wearing a white nurses outfit, which was a bit small on her, but hugged her curves. She had a hefty bosom, which led her to unbutton the first two buttons of her uniform. It was also a little bit short on her. She had tan, curvy legs, and black dress shoes on with her toenails painted red.
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she freshened the flowers up a little bit and closed the bathroom door.
"OK," I said softly. When she had come over to fluff my pillows, I noticed that she had attempted to cover up a hickey that Dr. Cord had given her with makeup. He had a few on her chest area also. When she had looked up, I saw that she had a glint in her eyes, like she was happy or something.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked politely. I shook my head. "Breakfast will be coming soon." She went out into the hallway and brought in a cart full of orange juice. I took a cup and sipped it.
"Wonderful." She smiled and started to walk out of the room. I noticed that she emphatically shook her hips when she walked. To me, she seemed like a nice girl. I sipped my juice and looked at my feet. The door flew open, and Dr. Cord stepped in. His grin was pasted on his lips; it looked like he had the best night of his life.
"Good morning May," he said. He glanced at my charts.
"You're looking extremely chipper this morning," I muttered. He flashed a toothy smile at me.
"I'm just . . . happy," he said. I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything.
"Well, well, it seems that your doing just fine," he bragged. "My patients always turn out for the better. Has Andrea come to check on you." I nodded. His smile broadened.
"Good. Well, I'll be here if you need me." He spun around and marched out of the room just as quickly as he had entered. I giggled and looked out the window for a moment. It was a beautiful day, much to beautiful for me to be stuck in this room all day long. I lay in my bed, knowing that there wouldn't be anything on except for soap operas anyway. I wanted to go and snoop through Dr. Cord's files again, but the chance was too risky in the morning.
I rested through most of the morning, Andrea allowing me to go down to the cafeteria for lunch. But I didn't have much of an appetite this morning. All I wanted to do was go home and talk to Joey. When I had finished what I could eat of my lunch, I walked around, looking for a phone. I kept my eyes open for Andrea, wondering if I was allowed to use the phone. Finally, in the cafeteria, I found a phone mounted on the wall. I eagerly picked up the phone and started dialing his number, praying to God that he was there.
"Hello?" He had asked, and the phone suddenly went dead. There was Andrea.
"What did you do that for?" I cried. She snatched the phone from me and slammed it down.
"Didn't I tell you that you could only eat lunch and to head straight back to your room?" She said harshly.
"No, you didn't," I retorted. She slammed the phone down.
"I was given strict orders that you were not allowed to even leave your room. I was being nice, but I guess you can't follow the rules. Back to your room. Your father is here anyway." She pointed to the hallway, and I reluctantly marched back to the room. Andrea was walking next to me, and on the way, we walked past Dr. Cord. Andrea had a sharp look on her face from scolding me.
"Don't be too harsh on her, pet," he whispered and grabbed her bottom. She scolded him softly, and continued to walk.
Daddy was waiting for me in my room. He brought me clothes to change into.
"May," he said and stood up. I smiled. "How are you feeling. Here, I brought you clothes." He handed them to me, and smiled. "Your release forms are all signed. Go ahead and change while I go talk to your doctor." I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. He had even brought me my makeup and a brush. I smiled and got ready. When I came out, Dr. Cord and Daddy were talking. His eyes lowered to my feet, then came back up to my face.
"You look much better," he said, licking his lips. I shuddered. "You're all ready to go. I hope you get better. Get loads of rest, and I'll be seeing you in 2 weeks to make sure you are better." He walked over to me and hugged me, just a little too tight. I half-smiled. I walked over to Daddy and stayed close to him.
"Let's go," he said softly and headed to the door. I nodded and headed out the door.
We walked silently to the car. Daddy's head down, his feet shuffling.
"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" I asked. He looked up.
"Well, I'm kind of disappointed in your Mother," He said. I chewed on my lower lip. "I can't believe she pulled a pregnancy test out of the hat." I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Well, I guess, I can kinda understand," I said softly. He smiled warmly.
"Let's get you home." I got into the car, and we headed for home.
Mommy was anxiously waiting for me in the living room. She jumped up and ran over to me. I let her hug me, then I pulled away.
"Let's just go home," I muttered, and crawled into the car. Mommy glanced at Daddy, and he shrugged and got into the drivers seat. Mommy got into the passengers seat, and soon, we were on our way home.
Once we had arrived, I asked if I had received any phone calls while I was away.
"Nope," Mommy said quickly and went into the kitchen. I shrugged and sighed.
"Honey, why don't you go up to your room and sleep? I'm sure those hospital beds are uncomfortable," Daddy suggested, and I nodded and kissed him goodnight. He smiled. Mommy looked expectant.
"Goodnight Mommy," I said to her and headed up the stairs. She sighed and her head lowered. Daddy went to pat her shoulder.
For the first time in a few days, I settled into my bed, curling up into a ball and putting the covers over my head and inhaling the scent of my shampoo that had lingered on my pillow. Welcome home, I thought. No quicker had I gotten into my bed, I had gone to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear my window being opened. I instantly thought it was Mommy, thinking that it was too stuffy in the room, so I didn't mind. I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored that also. My covers were pulled back, and then a pause. Then I was beginning to wonder. Suddenly, a hand slapped around my mouth, and I began to scream, but it was muffled. Someone tied a gag around it, and I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, but it was so dark, I could only make out an outline of the person. They scooped me up, and headed to the window. But how were they going to get me out? There wasn't a way. I kicked and fought and clawed until I realized that I was going out of the window. My eyes widened, and my captor had paused for a moment. Oh God, why couldn't the moon be out right now? Suddenly, the arms that were holding me dropped, and I plunged down, screaming as loud as I could.
Chapter 4
I slowly drifted to consciousness. Soft beeping noises, and the occasional intercom call for one of the doctors. My eyelids slowly fluttered open, and I looked around. The bright lights affected my eyes, and I groaned.
"May?" A soft voice asked. Shuffling footsteps.
"The lights," I croaked. More footsteps and the lights dimmed. I opened my eyes wider.
"Mommy?" She glided back over to the bed.
"Oh, May, I was so worried, we thought we were going to lose you." Tears welled in her eyes.
"What's wrong with me Mommy?" The look in her eyes made me feel as if something was terribly wrong.
"I'll have the doctor explain it to you." She scurried out of the room, and I slowly sat up.
"May," he said. It was Dr. Philip Cord, who had treated me the last time I was here. But the last time was a nightmare, he had tried to inject me with a sedative, but I had luckily gotten away.
He stood there in the doorway, his features chiseled in the darkness.
"Hello May. It's good to see that you are up." He walked into the room and stood in the doorway. "Mind if I turn on the lights?" Instead of waiting for my reply, he snapped them on, and I shrieked.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked him, shielding my eyes. He sat at the foot of the bed and glanced at the charts. He nodded, smiled, and looked at me.
"Well, May, the experience that you just went through, was called an emotional breakdown. You've been on a roller coaster of emotions, and that caused your physical health to decrease. Also, I noticed that you've lost a lot of weight since the last time you were here." I sighed.
"What do you suggest, Doctor?" Mommy asked thoughtfully, taking her seat beside my bed.
"I suggest that we should keep her here for a while, analyze her, see if she is stable enough, and what I advise is that she stays away from what is causing the emotional breakdown." She nodded.
"For now, I'm just going to have her rest. We'll conduct a few test, but other than that, she should be fine." Mommy nodded again.
"Where's Daddy?" I asked.
"He had to go back to work honey. He said if anything happen that we were to call him." I sighed.
"Mrs. Isaacson, if you don't mine, I need to conduct some tests." She nodded vigorously and left the room. He glanced at me and smiled.
"I'll need you to sit up for a minute." I shifted uneasily in the bed and sat up. He removed the stethoscope and shot his hand up my hospital gown.
"Hey!" I cried, jerking away. He laughed.
"It's nothing out of the ordinary." He attempted again, and put the cold metal on my chest.
"Breathe deeply," he commanded. I exhaled twice and he removed it and placed his palm on my back. "Breathe." I did so and he recorded it.
"All righty," he said as he sighed. He took out a miniature flashlight and looked into my eyes. He looked down my throat and through my ear.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't." He retorted, and I sighed. "Now lay flat on your back." I scooted down and put my hands by my sides. His hands crawled up the sides of my nightgown again. I shot up.
"Lie still," he growled, and I shot him an evil glare and lay down again. His hands poked my ribs, the sides of my breasts. With him doing this, I began to squirm.
"The faster you stay still is when this will all be over with," he snapped, and I grunted. He removed his hands and I sat up again, adjusting the gown. He walked over to the counter and picked up a small vial.
"I need you to urine in this cup for me please." He thrust it at me, and I looked at it skeptically.
"What's this for?"
"May, do you have to question me?" he asked. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and went into the bathroom and did what he asked. I handed it back to him.
"Good. I'll be back in about an hour or so," he said and left the room, turning out the lights for me. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head. What was this for? I shrugged, and took a quick nap. When I had woken up, Daddy was sitting next to my bed, staring at the floor.
"Daddy?" I said, rubbing my eyes. He looked up and threw his arms around me.
"Oh, May, thank God you're OK," he said. I patted his back.
"I'm fine."
"I was so worried about you. I waited for the longest time, but I had to go back to work; I couldn't take the day off. But I told your Mother to call me if you had waken up." Dr. Cord walked into the room, with Mommy.
"Jim, can we talk to you?" Daddy through an apologetic glance at me, then went into the hallway, shutting the door, but it hadn't closed all the way, so I could hear all that they were saying.
"I have the results of the test if you would like to see them," the doctor said softly.
"Of course," Mommy said eagerly.
"Test?" Daddy questioned. I heard the ripping of an envelope, and Mommy's sigh of relief.
"Not pregnant." Alarms went off in my head. What! I flew from the bed and stood near the door.
"It even shows that your daughter hasn't even had intercourse."
"Amanda Diane!" Daddy snarled. I stepped out of the room.
"You gave me a pregnancy test?" I demanded to know from Mommy. She turned pale.
"May, you can see that we are having a discussion," Dr. Cord said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it away forcefully.
"Answer me!" I yelled. Her cheeks were flooded with tears.
"Oh, May, I had to, I just had to!" she wailed, throwing herself at my feet. I kicked her away. I looked at Daddy.
"Honestly May. I just learned of this too," he said, looking down at Mommy.
"You were spending too much time with Joey! I was beginning to wonder! You came home with this, this angelic, beautiful look on your face, like you had just had the best few moments of your life, and I was afraid to ask if you had. . . "
Sex?" I blurted. She cringed and looked up at me.
"Now May, we don't want to upset you since you're in your current state. . . " Dr. Cord advised. I glared at him.
"You don't tell me what to do," I snapped. I looked at Mommy again. "I can't believe you did this."
"I had to!" she hissed. I scoffed and clenched my hands.
"Maybe it's best that we leave," Daddy suggested. I wanted him to stay, not Mommy. I wanted her out.
"Take Mommy. You can stay."
"I have to get back to work," he said regretfully. I sighed and shuffled back into my room. "I'll talk to you later," he called. "Get up Amanda." I heard Mommy's sobs as she walked down the hallway. Dr. Cord slipped into my room and shut the door behind.
"No, no, get out now," I said, pointing to the door.
"Now let's talk about this for a moment," he said.
"No! Get out now!" I yelled.
"Quite a temper on you," he muttered.
"Now, or I'll call security." I looked over at the phone mounted on the wall. He sighed.
"Can't we just all get along?" He snickered, and left the room. I crawled back into my bed and picked up a magazine that one of the nurses had left in the room. It was a fashion magazine. I flipped through the pages dully and looked through the window.
It was beginning to get dark, and I had remembered that I had to stay overnight. I groaned and tossed the magazine on the floor angrily. The hospital was slowly closing down. Nurses were going home, some doctors too. Only the on call doctors remained. Things got quieter. The announcements over the intercom grew less and less, and the sirens had become quieter.
I settled into my bed, tucking myself in and fluffing my pillows. I started to twist the sheets around my finger; I couldn't sleep. I had slept most of the day. I watched as people walked by, patients taking their nightly walks. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I had wondered if I was born here. My eyes widened. I could always check . . .
I threw the covers off of me, and ran to the door, making sure that Dr. Cord wasn't there. He had advised me earlier in the day to stay in bed and get some rest, but that thought didn't matter anymore.
I slowly opened the door, looking down both corridors to see if anyone was coming. Both clear. I stepped out quickly, and made my way down the hall, watching for anyone who might stop me. Where to look? There was a reception desk, but everyone swarmed around that. Still walking down the hall, I looked for any one of the doctor's offices. Luckily, I found Dr. Cord's office. He was gone, probably flirting with one of his patients or the nurses. I slipped into the office, and locked the door, pulling down the shade so that no one could see me.
His desk was in the middle of the room, bookshelves lining the room with medical books, small statues, and such other things. I sat down at his desk and pulled out the keyboard, booting up his computer. I searched through all of his files, went through hundreds of birth certificates, until I found a search engine on the hospital system. I typed my name in, and waited for the files to show up.
Three files show up. I clicked on the most recent one. It was dated today because of my breakdown. The second one was when I had checked in because of the event dealing with Ashley Bernstein.
And the last file. My hand shook as I clicked it open. Before my eyes could look at the screen, someone was standing outside the door, talking.
"Come on Andrea, why not?" It was Dr. Cord. A woman, who I'm guessing is to be Andrea, scoffed.
"Please Philip, I have to work late tonight. I have to make sure that Isaacson girl hasn't left her room. I got strict orders from her mother saying that she wasn't allowed to leave her room." I crouched underneath the desk. Someone tried the doorknob, but they knew it was locked, and Dr. Cord pulled out his keys and started to unlock the door.
"So? She's knows that she's not allowed to go anywhere," he pleaded. "Come on, just one night. Some dinner, wine, maybe a little dancing." He threw open the door. My heart thumped, and I frantically looked around the room for another hiding spot. There was a cedar chest, but I wasn't quick enough to hide. I curled up into a ball as small as I could and closed my eyes.
"Sure, and get me drunk so we can do the horizontal mambo, sure Phil," she muttered. She plopped down in one of the black leather chairs. I could see through the tiny crack under the desk. He plodded over to his desk, and I kept my eyes shut tight. He pulled back his chair and sat down, his legs barely grazing my body. I tired to scoot back further.
"Please Andrea, you know I'm not that kind of man." He placed his elbows up on his desk, and there was an awkward pause.
"What?" Andrea asked curiously, and stood up.
"Someone's been surfing on my computer." My heart raced.
"Why would someone do that?" Andrea questioned. My heart raced.
"May Isaacson." He muttered, and I began to hyperventilate.
"She was looking on your computer?"
"No," he said. I exhaled with relief. "They typed in her name. Might have been that psycho mother of hers. You know, she's really adopted."
"Maybe she was looking for her birth records or something, trying to send her away."
"No, why would she send a pretty girl away?" He muttered. A few clicks on the mouse, and he shut down the computer. No. . . "I'd like to get a piece of her," he added. She exhaled.
"This is exactly why I'm not going out with you," she hissed, and walked to the door, but he leaped up and chased after her.
"Come on Andrea. Let me show you a good time." A long silence, and then I heard their lips smacking. She sighed, and then giggled.
"OK, fine. Let me get my stuff, and check up on my patient, and then we can go," she said softly.
"Great." He kissed her again, and she gasped.
"Philip Cord," she scolded, and he chuckled and hurried out of his office, turning out the lights and locking the door, Andrea following him. Once they had been gone for a minute or two, I crawled out of my hiding spot, looking at the computer. My heart ached; I wanted to get back on to see the last file under my name, but Andrea was going to check up on me soon. I sighed, told myself that I would look another time, and bolted out of the office, and back into my room.
I scurried into my bed as fast as I could, but the door was suddenly thrown open, and I dove under the covers.
"Are you awake?" she asked, her heels clicking on the laminated tile. I stayed still.
"Is she asleep?" Dr. Cord asked.
"Uhh. . ." she threw back the covers, and I shut my eyes, pretending to look asleep. "She sleeps in the most awkward position, I swear." One of my legs was hanging off of the bed, my hair spilled around me, my arm thrown across my body. I slowly opened my eyes just to see a little bit. He walked over to my bed, and smiled.
"It's cute," he said softly. He brushed a piece of hair off of my face. "Poor kid, she's been through a lot. When we first got her in here, she was having seizures. She was already unconscious when they got her here."
"Dear lord," Andrea muttered.
"We thought that she would go into a comatose state, but a few ours later she pulled out of it. Strong kid." He touched my cheek, and I wanted to smack his hand away, but I turned over and mumbled some words that didn't make any sense.
"Let's get out of here," Dr. Cord said, and they walked out of my room, slamming the door behind them. I sat up. They were standing outside of my room, kissing. I couldn't get a good glance at Andrea, but I reminded myself that I would see her tomorrow when she comes to check on me. I sighed. My heart was racing fast, and I didn't want to go into any seizures. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and rearranged my position, and fell asleep.
In the morning I was woken up by sirens going off from an ambulance. What a lovely way to wake up, I thought. I sighed and sat up, outstretching my arms over my head. The sunshine was bright, it was spilling into the room, just then, the door open, and my nurse, Andrea entered.
"Oh, you're awake," she said. I took a good look at her. She had light brown hair that was down to her mid back, and it was curled at the ends. She looked about 23. Her eyes were light brown, and the makeup that she wore was very light but noticeable. She was wearing a white nurses outfit, which was a bit small on her, but hugged her curves. She had a hefty bosom, which led her to unbutton the first two buttons of her uniform. It was also a little bit short on her. She had tan, curvy legs, and black dress shoes on with her toenails painted red.
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she freshened the flowers up a little bit and closed the bathroom door.
"OK," I said softly. When she had come over to fluff my pillows, I noticed that she had attempted to cover up a hickey that Dr. Cord had given her with makeup. He had a few on her chest area also. When she had looked up, I saw that she had a glint in her eyes, like she was happy or something.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked politely. I shook my head. "Breakfast will be coming soon." She went out into the hallway and brought in a cart full of orange juice. I took a cup and sipped it.
"Wonderful." She smiled and started to walk out of the room. I noticed that she emphatically shook her hips when she walked. To me, she seemed like a nice girl. I sipped my juice and looked at my feet. The door flew open, and Dr. Cord stepped in. His grin was pasted on his lips; it looked like he had the best night of his life.
"Good morning May," he said. He glanced at my charts.
"You're looking extremely chipper this morning," I muttered. He flashed a toothy smile at me.
"I'm just . . . happy," he said. I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything.
"Well, well, it seems that your doing just fine," he bragged. "My patients always turn out for the better. Has Andrea come to check on you." I nodded. His smile broadened.
"Good. Well, I'll be here if you need me." He spun around and marched out of the room just as quickly as he had entered. I giggled and looked out the window for a moment. It was a beautiful day, much to beautiful for me to be stuck in this room all day long. I lay in my bed, knowing that there wouldn't be anything on except for soap operas anyway. I wanted to go and snoop through Dr. Cord's files again, but the chance was too risky in the morning.
I rested through most of the morning, Andrea allowing me to go down to the cafeteria for lunch. But I didn't have much of an appetite this morning. All I wanted to do was go home and talk to Joey. When I had finished what I could eat of my lunch, I walked around, looking for a phone. I kept my eyes open for Andrea, wondering if I was allowed to use the phone. Finally, in the cafeteria, I found a phone mounted on the wall. I eagerly picked up the phone and started dialing his number, praying to God that he was there.
"Hello?" He had asked, and the phone suddenly went dead. There was Andrea.
"What did you do that for?" I cried. She snatched the phone from me and slammed it down.
"Didn't I tell you that you could only eat lunch and to head straight back to your room?" She said harshly.
"No, you didn't," I retorted. She slammed the phone down.
"I was given strict orders that you were not allowed to even leave your room. I was being nice, but I guess you can't follow the rules. Back to your room. Your father is here anyway." She pointed to the hallway, and I reluctantly marched back to the room. Andrea was walking next to me, and on the way, we walked past Dr. Cord. Andrea had a sharp look on her face from scolding me.
"Don't be too harsh on her, pet," he whispered and grabbed her bottom. She scolded him softly, and continued to walk.
Daddy was waiting for me in my room. He brought me clothes to change into.
"May," he said and stood up. I smiled. "How are you feeling. Here, I brought you clothes." He handed them to me, and smiled. "Your release forms are all signed. Go ahead and change while I go talk to your doctor." I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. He had even brought me my makeup and a brush. I smiled and got ready. When I came out, Dr. Cord and Daddy were talking. His eyes lowered to my feet, then came back up to my face.
"You look much better," he said, licking his lips. I shuddered. "You're all ready to go. I hope you get better. Get loads of rest, and I'll be seeing you in 2 weeks to make sure you are better." He walked over to me and hugged me, just a little too tight. I half-smiled. I walked over to Daddy and stayed close to him.
"Let's go," he said softly and headed to the door. I nodded and headed out the door.
We walked silently to the car. Daddy's head down, his feet shuffling.
"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" I asked. He looked up.
"Well, I'm kind of disappointed in your Mother," He said. I chewed on my lower lip. "I can't believe she pulled a pregnancy test out of the hat." I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Well, I guess, I can kinda understand," I said softly. He smiled warmly.
"Let's get you home." I got into the car, and we headed for home.
Mommy was anxiously waiting for me in the living room. She jumped up and ran over to me. I let her hug me, then I pulled away.
"Let's just go home," I muttered, and crawled into the car. Mommy glanced at Daddy, and he shrugged and got into the drivers seat. Mommy got into the passengers seat, and soon, we were on our way home.
Once we had arrived, I asked if I had received any phone calls while I was away.
"Nope," Mommy said quickly and went into the kitchen. I shrugged and sighed.
"Honey, why don't you go up to your room and sleep? I'm sure those hospital beds are uncomfortable," Daddy suggested, and I nodded and kissed him goodnight. He smiled. Mommy looked expectant.
"Goodnight Mommy," I said to her and headed up the stairs. She sighed and her head lowered. Daddy went to pat her shoulder.
For the first time in a few days, I settled into my bed, curling up into a ball and putting the covers over my head and inhaling the scent of my shampoo that had lingered on my pillow. Welcome home, I thought. No quicker had I gotten into my bed, I had gone to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear my window being opened. I instantly thought it was Mommy, thinking that it was too stuffy in the room, so I didn't mind. I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored that also. My covers were pulled back, and then a pause. Then I was beginning to wonder. Suddenly, a hand slapped around my mouth, and I began to scream, but it was muffled. Someone tied a gag around it, and I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, but it was so dark, I could only make out an outline of the person. They scooped me up, and headed to the window. But how were they going to get me out? There wasn't a way. I kicked and fought and clawed until I realized that I was going out of the window. My eyes widened, and my captor had paused for a moment. Oh God, why couldn't the moon be out right now? Suddenly, the arms that were holding me dropped, and I plunged down, screaming as loud as I could.
I slowly drifted to consciousness. Soft beeping noises, and the occasional intercom call for one of the doctors. My eyelids slowly fluttered open, and I looked around. The bright lights affected my eyes, and I groaned.
"May?" A soft voice asked. Shuffling footsteps.
"The lights," I croaked. More footsteps and the lights dimmed. I opened my eyes wider.
"Mommy?" She glided back over to the bed.
"Oh, May, I was so worried, we thought we were going to lose you." Tears welled in her eyes.
"What's wrong with me Mommy?" The look in her eyes made me feel as if something was terribly wrong.
"I'll have the doctor explain it to you." She scurried out of the room, and I slowly sat up.
"May," he said. It was Dr. Philip Cord, who had treated me the last time I was here. But the last time was a nightmare, he had tried to inject me with a sedative, but I had luckily gotten away.
He stood there in the doorway, his features chiseled in the darkness.
"Hello May. It's good to see that you are up." He walked into the room and stood in the doorway. "Mind if I turn on the lights?" Instead of waiting for my reply, he snapped them on, and I shrieked.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked him, shielding my eyes. He sat at the foot of the bed and glanced at the charts. He nodded, smiled, and looked at me.
"Well, May, the experience that you just went through, was called an emotional breakdown. You've been on a roller coaster of emotions, and that caused your physical health to decrease. Also, I noticed that you've lost a lot of weight since the last time you were here." I sighed.
"What do you suggest, Doctor?" Mommy asked thoughtfully, taking her seat beside my bed.
"I suggest that we should keep her here for a while, analyze her, see if she is stable enough, and what I advise is that she stays away from what is causing the emotional breakdown." She nodded.
"For now, I'm just going to have her rest. We'll conduct a few test, but other than that, she should be fine." Mommy nodded again.
"Where's Daddy?" I asked.
"He had to go back to work honey. He said if anything happen that we were to call him." I sighed.
"Mrs. Isaacson, if you don't mine, I need to conduct some tests." She nodded vigorously and left the room. He glanced at me and smiled.
"I'll need you to sit up for a minute." I shifted uneasily in the bed and sat up. He removed the stethoscope and shot his hand up my hospital gown.
"Hey!" I cried, jerking away. He laughed.
"It's nothing out of the ordinary." He attempted again, and put the cold metal on my chest.
"Breathe deeply," he commanded. I exhaled twice and he removed it and placed his palm on my back. "Breathe." I did so and he recorded it.
"All righty," he said as he sighed. He took out a miniature flashlight and looked into my eyes. He looked down my throat and through my ear.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't." He retorted, and I sighed. "Now lay flat on your back." I scooted down and put my hands by my sides. His hands crawled up the sides of my nightgown again. I shot up.
"Lie still," he growled, and I shot him an evil glare and lay down again. His hands poked my ribs, the sides of my breasts. With him doing this, I began to squirm.
"The faster you stay still is when this will all be over with," he snapped, and I grunted. He removed his hands and I sat up again, adjusting the gown. He walked over to the counter and picked up a small vial.
"I need you to urine in this cup for me please." He thrust it at me, and I looked at it skeptically.
"What's this for?"
"May, do you have to question me?" he asked. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and went into the bathroom and did what he asked. I handed it back to him.
"Good. I'll be back in about an hour or so," he said and left the room, turning out the lights for me. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head. What was this for? I shrugged, and took a quick nap. When I had woken up, Daddy was sitting next to my bed, staring at the floor.
"Daddy?" I said, rubbing my eyes. He looked up and threw his arms around me.
"Oh, May, thank God you're OK," he said. I patted his back.
"I'm fine."
"I was so worried about you. I waited for the longest time, but I had to go back to work; I couldn't take the day off. But I told your Mother to call me if you had waken up." Dr. Cord walked into the room, with Mommy.
"Jim, can we talk to you?" Daddy through an apologetic glance at me, then went into the hallway, shutting the door, but it hadn't closed all the way, so I could hear all that they were saying.
"I have the results of the test if you would like to see them," the doctor said softly.
"Of course," Mommy said eagerly.
"Test?" Daddy questioned. I heard the ripping of an envelope, and Mommy's sigh of relief.
"Not pregnant." Alarms went off in my head. What! I flew from the bed and stood near the door.
"It even shows that your daughter hasn't even had intercourse."
"Amanda Diane!" Daddy snarled. I stepped out of the room.
"You gave me a pregnancy test?" I demanded to know from Mommy. She turned pale.
"May, you can see that we are having a discussion," Dr. Cord said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it away forcefully.
"Answer me!" I yelled. Her cheeks were flooded with tears.
"Oh, May, I had to, I just had to!" she wailed, throwing herself at my feet. I kicked her away. I looked at Daddy.
"Honestly May. I just learned of this too," he said, looking down at Mommy.
"You were spending too much time with Joey! I was beginning to wonder! You came home with this, this angelic, beautiful look on your face, like you had just had the best few moments of your life, and I was afraid to ask if you had. . . "
Sex?" I blurted. She cringed and looked up at me.
"Now May, we don't want to upset you since you're in your current state. . . " Dr. Cord advised. I glared at him.
"You don't tell me what to do," I snapped. I looked at Mommy again. "I can't believe you did this."
"I had to!" she hissed. I scoffed and clenched my hands.
"Maybe it's best that we leave," Daddy suggested. I wanted him to stay, not Mommy. I wanted her out.
"Take Mommy. You can stay."
"I have to get back to work," he said regretfully. I sighed and shuffled back into my room. "I'll talk to you later," he called. "Get up Amanda." I heard Mommy's sobs as she walked down the hallway. Dr. Cord slipped into my room and shut the door behind.
"No, no, get out now," I said, pointing to the door.
"Now let's talk about this for a moment," he said.
"No! Get out now!" I yelled.
"Quite a temper on you," he muttered.
"Now, or I'll call security." I looked over at the phone mounted on the wall. He sighed.
"Can't we just all get along?" He snickered, and left the room. I crawled back into my bed and picked up a magazine that one of the nurses had left in the room. It was a fashion magazine. I flipped through the pages dully and looked through the window.
It was beginning to get dark, and I had remembered that I had to stay overnight. I groaned and tossed the magazine on the floor angrily. The hospital was slowly closing down. Nurses were going home, some doctors too. Only the on call doctors remained. Things got quieter. The announcements over the intercom grew less and less, and the sirens had become quieter.
I settled into my bed, tucking myself in and fluffing my pillows. I started to twist the sheets around my finger; I couldn't sleep. I had slept most of the day. I watched as people walked by, patients taking their nightly walks. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I had wondered if I was born here. My eyes widened. I could always check . . .
I threw the covers off of me, and ran to the door, making sure that Dr. Cord wasn't there. He had advised me earlier in the day to stay in bed and get some rest, but that thought didn't matter anymore.
I slowly opened the door, looking down both corridors to see if anyone was coming. Both clear. I stepped out quickly, and made my way down the hall, watching for anyone who might stop me. Where to look? There was a reception desk, but everyone swarmed around that. Still walking down the hall, I looked for any one of the doctor's offices. Luckily, I found Dr. Cord's office. He was gone, probably flirting with one of his patients or the nurses. I slipped into the office, and locked the door, pulling down the shade so that no one could see me.
His desk was in the middle of the room, bookshelves lining the room with medical books, small statues, and such other things. I sat down at his desk and pulled out the keyboard, booting up his computer. I searched through all of his files, went through hundreds of birth certificates, until I found a search engine on the hospital system. I typed my name in, and waited for the files to show up.
Three files show up. I clicked on the most recent one. It was dated today because of my breakdown. The second one was when I had checked in because of the event dealing with Ashley Bernstein.
And the last file. My hand shook as I clicked it open. Before my eyes could look at the screen, someone was standing outside the door, talking.
"Come on Andrea, why not?" It was Dr. Cord. A woman, who I'm guessing is to be Andrea, scoffed.
"Please Philip, I have to work late tonight. I have to make sure that Isaacson girl hasn't left her room. I got strict orders from her mother saying that she wasn't allowed to leave her room." I crouched underneath the desk. Someone tried the doorknob, but they knew it was locked, and Dr. Cord pulled out his keys and started to unlock the door.
"So? She's knows that she's not allowed to go anywhere," he pleaded. "Come on, just one night. Some dinner, wine, maybe a little dancing." He threw open the door. My heart thumped, and I frantically looked around the room for another hiding spot. There was a cedar chest, but I wasn't quick enough to hide. I curled up into a ball as small as I could and closed my eyes.
"Sure, and get me drunk so we can do the horizontal mambo, sure Phil," she muttered. She plopped down in one of the black leather chairs. I could see through the tiny crack under the desk. He plodded over to his desk, and I kept my eyes shut tight. He pulled back his chair and sat down, his legs barely grazing my body. I tired to scoot back further.
"Please Andrea, you know I'm not that kind of man." He placed his elbows up on his desk, and there was an awkward pause.
"What?" Andrea asked curiously, and stood up.
"Someone's been surfing on my computer." My heart raced.
"Why would someone do that?" Andrea questioned. My heart raced.
"May Isaacson." He muttered, and I began to hyperventilate.
"She was looking on your computer?"
"No," he said. I exhaled with relief. "They typed in her name. Might have been that psycho mother of hers. You know, she's really adopted."
"Maybe she was looking for her birth records or something, trying to send her away."
"No, why would she send a pretty girl away?" He muttered. A few clicks on the mouse, and he shut down the computer. No. . . "I'd like to get a piece of her," he added. She exhaled.
"This is exactly why I'm not going out with you," she hissed, and walked to the door, but he leaped up and chased after her.
"Come on Andrea. Let me show you a good time." A long silence, and then I heard their lips smacking. She sighed, and then giggled.
"OK, fine. Let me get my stuff, and check up on my patient, and then we can go," she said softly.
"Great." He kissed her again, and she gasped.
"Philip Cord," she scolded, and he chuckled and hurried out of his office, turning out the lights and locking the door, Andrea following him. Once they had been gone for a minute or two, I crawled out of my hiding spot, looking at the computer. My heart ached; I wanted to get back on to see the last file under my name, but Andrea was going to check up on me soon. I sighed, told myself that I would look another time, and bolted out of the office, and back into my room.
I scurried into my bed as fast as I could, but the door was suddenly thrown open, and I dove under the covers.
"Are you awake?" she asked, her heels clicking on the laminated tile. I stayed still.
"Is she asleep?" Dr. Cord asked.
"Uhh. . ." she threw back the covers, and I shut my eyes, pretending to look asleep. "She sleeps in the most awkward position, I swear." One of my legs was hanging off of the bed, my hair spilled around me, my arm thrown across my body. I slowly opened my eyes just to see a little bit. He walked over to my bed, and smiled.
"It's cute," he said softly. He brushed a piece of hair off of my face. "Poor kid, she's been through a lot. When we first got her in here, she was having seizures. She was already unconscious when they got her here."
"Dear lord," Andrea muttered.
"We thought that she would go into a comatose state, but a few ours later she pulled out of it. Strong kid." He touched my cheek, and I wanted to smack his hand away, but I turned over and mumbled some words that didn't make any sense.
"Let's get out of here," Dr. Cord said, and they walked out of my room, slamming the door behind them. I sat up. They were standing outside of my room, kissing. I couldn't get a good glance at Andrea, but I reminded myself that I would see her tomorrow when she comes to check on me. I sighed. My heart was racing fast, and I didn't want to go into any seizures. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and rearranged my position, and fell asleep.
In the morning I was woken up by sirens going off from an ambulance. What a lovely way to wake up, I thought. I sighed and sat up, outstretching my arms over my head. The sunshine was bright, it was spilling into the room, just then, the door open, and my nurse, Andrea entered.
"Oh, you're awake," she said. I took a good look at her. She had light brown hair that was down to her mid back, and it was curled at the ends. She looked about 23. Her eyes were light brown, and the makeup that she wore was very light but noticeable. She was wearing a white nurses outfit, which was a bit small on her, but hugged her curves. She had a hefty bosom, which led her to unbutton the first two buttons of her uniform. It was also a little bit short on her. She had tan, curvy legs, and black dress shoes on with her toenails painted red.
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she freshened the flowers up a little bit and closed the bathroom door.
"OK," I said softly. When she had come over to fluff my pillows, I noticed that she had attempted to cover up a hickey that Dr. Cord had given her with makeup. He had a few on her chest area also. When she had looked up, I saw that she had a glint in her eyes, like she was happy or something.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked politely. I shook my head. "Breakfast will be coming soon." She went out into the hallway and brought in a cart full of orange juice. I took a cup and sipped it.
"Wonderful." She smiled and started to walk out of the room. I noticed that she emphatically shook her hips when she walked. To me, she seemed like a nice girl. I sipped my juice and looked at my feet. The door flew open, and Dr. Cord stepped in. His grin was pasted on his lips; it looked like he had the best night of his life.
"Good morning May," he said. He glanced at my charts.
"You're looking extremely chipper this morning," I muttered. He flashed a toothy smile at me.
"I'm just . . . happy," he said. I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything.
"Well, well, it seems that your doing just fine," he bragged. "My patients always turn out for the better. Has Andrea come to check on you." I nodded. His smile broadened.
"Good. Well, I'll be here if you need me." He spun around and marched out of the room just as quickly as he had entered. I giggled and looked out the window for a moment. It was a beautiful day, much to beautiful for me to be stuck in this room all day long. I lay in my bed, knowing that there wouldn't be anything on except for soap operas anyway. I wanted to go and snoop through Dr. Cord's files again, but the chance was too risky in the morning.
I rested through most of the morning, Andrea allowing me to go down to the cafeteria for lunch. But I didn't have much of an appetite this morning. All I wanted to do was go home and talk to Joey. When I had finished what I could eat of my lunch, I walked around, looking for a phone. I kept my eyes open for Andrea, wondering if I was allowed to use the phone. Finally, in the cafeteria, I found a phone mounted on the wall. I eagerly picked up the phone and started dialing his number, praying to God that he was there.
"Hello?" He had asked, and the phone suddenly went dead. There was Andrea.
"What did you do that for?" I cried. She snatched the phone from me and slammed it down.
"Didn't I tell you that you could only eat lunch and to head straight back to your room?" She said harshly.
"No, you didn't," I retorted. She slammed the phone down.
"I was given strict orders that you were not allowed to even leave your room. I was being nice, but I guess you can't follow the rules. Back to your room. Your father is here anyway." She pointed to the hallway, and I reluctantly marched back to the room. Andrea was walking next to me, and on the way, we walked past Dr. Cord. Andrea had a sharp look on her face from scolding me.
"Don't be too harsh on her, pet," he whispered and grabbed her bottom. She scolded him softly, and continued to walk.
Daddy was waiting for me in my room. He brought me clothes to change into.
"May," he said and stood up. I smiled. "How are you feeling. Here, I brought you clothes." He handed them to me, and smiled. "Your release forms are all signed. Go ahead and change while I go talk to your doctor." I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. He had even brought me my makeup and a brush. I smiled and got ready. When I came out, Dr. Cord and Daddy were talking. His eyes lowered to my feet, then came back up to my face.
"You look much better," he said, licking his lips. I shuddered. "You're all ready to go. I hope you get better. Get loads of rest, and I'll be seeing you in 2 weeks to make sure you are better." He walked over to me and hugged me, just a little too tight. I half-smiled. I walked over to Daddy and stayed close to him.
"Let's go," he said softly and headed to the door. I nodded and headed out the door.
We walked silently to the car. Daddy's head down, his feet shuffling.
"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" I asked. He looked up.
"Well, I'm kind of disappointed in your Mother," He said. I chewed on my lower lip. "I can't believe she pulled a pregnancy test out of the hat." I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Well, I guess, I can kinda understand," I said softly. He smiled warmly.
"Let's get you home." I got into the car, and we headed for home.
Mommy was anxiously waiting for me in the living room. She jumped up and ran over to me. I let her hug me, then I pulled away.
"Let's just go home," I muttered, and crawled into the car. Mommy glanced at Daddy, and he shrugged and got into the drivers seat. Mommy got into the passengers seat, and soon, we were on our way home.
Once we had arrived, I asked if I had received any phone calls while I was away.
"Nope," Mommy said quickly and went into the kitchen. I shrugged and sighed.
"Honey, why don't you go up to your room and sleep? I'm sure those hospital beds are uncomfortable," Daddy suggested, and I nodded and kissed him goodnight. He smiled. Mommy looked expectant.
"Goodnight Mommy," I said to her and headed up the stairs. She sighed and her head lowered. Daddy went to pat her shoulder.
For the first time in a few days, I settled into my bed, curling up into a ball and putting the covers over my head and inhaling the scent of my shampoo that had lingered on my pillow. Welcome home, I thought. No quicker had I gotten into my bed, I had gone to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear my window being opened. I instantly thought it was Mommy, thinking that it was too stuffy in the room, so I didn't mind. I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored that also. My covers were pulled back, and then a pause. Then I was beginning to wonder. Suddenly, a hand slapped around my mouth, and I began to scream, but it was muffled. Someone tied a gag around it, and I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, but it was so dark, I could only make out an outline of the person. They scooped me up, and headed to the window. But how were they going to get me out? There wasn't a way. I kicked and fought and clawed until I realized that I was going out of the window. My eyes widened, and my captor had paused for a moment. Oh God, why couldn't the moon be out right now? Suddenly, the arms that were holding me dropped, and I plunged down, screaming as loud as I could.
Chapter 4
I slowly drifted to consciousness. Soft beeping noises, and the occasional intercom call for one of the doctors. My eyelids slowly fluttered open, and I looked around. The bright lights affected my eyes, and I groaned.
"May?" A soft voice asked. Shuffling footsteps.
"The lights," I croaked. More footsteps and the lights dimmed. I opened my eyes wider.
"Mommy?" She glided back over to the bed.
"Oh, May, I was so worried, we thought we were going to lose you." Tears welled in her eyes.
"What's wrong with me Mommy?" The look in her eyes made me feel as if something was terribly wrong.
"I'll have the doctor explain it to you." She scurried out of the room, and I slowly sat up.
"May," he said. It was Dr. Philip Cord, who had treated me the last time I was here. But the last time was a nightmare, he had tried to inject me with a sedative, but I had luckily gotten away.
He stood there in the doorway, his features chiseled in the darkness.
"Hello May. It's good to see that you are up." He walked into the room and stood in the doorway. "Mind if I turn on the lights?" Instead of waiting for my reply, he snapped them on, and I shrieked.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked him, shielding my eyes. He sat at the foot of the bed and glanced at the charts. He nodded, smiled, and looked at me.
"Well, May, the experience that you just went through, was called an emotional breakdown. You've been on a roller coaster of emotions, and that caused your physical health to decrease. Also, I noticed that you've lost a lot of weight since the last time you were here." I sighed.
"What do you suggest, Doctor?" Mommy asked thoughtfully, taking her seat beside my bed.
"I suggest that we should keep her here for a while, analyze her, see if she is stable enough, and what I advise is that she stays away from what is causing the emotional breakdown." She nodded.
"For now, I'm just going to have her rest. We'll conduct a few test, but other than that, she should be fine." Mommy nodded again.
"Where's Daddy?" I asked.
"He had to go back to work honey. He said if anything happen that we were to call him." I sighed.
"Mrs. Isaacson, if you don't mine, I need to conduct some tests." She nodded vigorously and left the room. He glanced at me and smiled.
"I'll need you to sit up for a minute." I shifted uneasily in the bed and sat up. He removed the stethoscope and shot his hand up my hospital gown.
"Hey!" I cried, jerking away. He laughed.
"It's nothing out of the ordinary." He attempted again, and put the cold metal on my chest.
"Breathe deeply," he commanded. I exhaled twice and he removed it and placed his palm on my back. "Breathe." I did so and he recorded it.
"All righty," he said as he sighed. He took out a miniature flashlight and looked into my eyes. He looked down my throat and through my ear.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't." He retorted, and I sighed. "Now lay flat on your back." I scooted down and put my hands by my sides. His hands crawled up the sides of my nightgown again. I shot up.
"Lie still," he growled, and I shot him an evil glare and lay down again. His hands poked my ribs, the sides of my breasts. With him doing this, I began to squirm.
"The faster you stay still is when this will all be over with," he snapped, and I grunted. He removed his hands and I sat up again, adjusting the gown. He walked over to the counter and picked up a small vial.
"I need you to urine in this cup for me please." He thrust it at me, and I looked at it skeptically.
"What's this for?"
"May, do you have to question me?" he asked. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and went into the bathroom and did what he asked. I handed it back to him.
"Good. I'll be back in about an hour or so," he said and left the room, turning out the lights for me. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head. What was this for? I shrugged, and took a quick nap. When I had woken up, Daddy was sitting next to my bed, staring at the floor.
"Daddy?" I said, rubbing my eyes. He looked up and threw his arms around me.
"Oh, May, thank God you're OK," he said. I patted his back.
"I'm fine."
"I was so worried about you. I waited for the longest time, but I had to go back to work; I couldn't take the day off. But I told your Mother to call me if you had waken up." Dr. Cord walked into the room, with Mommy.
"Jim, can we talk to you?" Daddy through an apologetic glance at me, then went into the hallway, shutting the door, but it hadn't closed all the way, so I could hear all that they were saying.
"I have the results of the test if you would like to see them," the doctor said softly.
"Of course," Mommy said eagerly.
"Test?" Daddy questioned. I heard the ripping of an envelope, and Mommy's sigh of relief.
"Not pregnant." Alarms went off in my head. What! I flew from the bed and stood near the door.
"It even shows that your daughter hasn't even had intercourse."
"Amanda Diane!" Daddy snarled. I stepped out of the room.
"You gave me a pregnancy test?" I demanded to know from Mommy. She turned pale.
"May, you can see that we are having a discussion," Dr. Cord said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it away forcefully.
"Answer me!" I yelled. Her cheeks were flooded with tears.
"Oh, May, I had to, I just had to!" she wailed, throwing herself at my feet. I kicked her away. I looked at Daddy.
"Honestly May. I just learned of this too," he said, looking down at Mommy.
"You were spending too much time with Joey! I was beginning to wonder! You came home with this, this angelic, beautiful look on your face, like you had just had the best few moments of your life, and I was afraid to ask if you had. . . "
Sex?" I blurted. She cringed and looked up at me.
"Now May, we don't want to upset you since you're in your current state. . . " Dr. Cord advised. I glared at him.
"You don't tell me what to do," I snapped. I looked at Mommy again. "I can't believe you did this."
"I had to!" she hissed. I scoffed and clenched my hands.
"Maybe it's best that we leave," Daddy suggested. I wanted him to stay, not Mommy. I wanted her out.
"Take Mommy. You can stay."
"I have to get back to work," he said regretfully. I sighed and shuffled back into my room. "I'll talk to you later," he called. "Get up Amanda." I heard Mommy's sobs as she walked down the hallway. Dr. Cord slipped into my room and shut the door behind.
"No, no, get out now," I said, pointing to the door.
"Now let's talk about this for a moment," he said.
"No! Get out now!" I yelled.
"Quite a temper on you," he muttered.
"Now, or I'll call security." I looked over at the phone mounted on the wall. He sighed.
"Can't we just all get along?" He snickered, and left the room. I crawled back into my bed and picked up a magazine that one of the nurses had left in the room. It was a fashion magazine. I flipped through the pages dully and looked through the window.
It was beginning to get dark, and I had remembered that I had to stay overnight. I groaned and tossed the magazine on the floor angrily. The hospital was slowly closing down. Nurses were going home, some doctors too. Only the on call doctors remained. Things got quieter. The announcements over the intercom grew less and less, and the sirens had become quieter.
I settled into my bed, tucking myself in and fluffing my pillows. I started to twist the sheets around my finger; I couldn't sleep. I had slept most of the day. I watched as people walked by, patients taking their nightly walks. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I had wondered if I was born here. My eyes widened. I could always check . . .
I threw the covers off of me, and ran to the door, making sure that Dr. Cord wasn't there. He had advised me earlier in the day to stay in bed and get some rest, but that thought didn't matter anymore.
I slowly opened the door, looking down both corridors to see if anyone was coming. Both clear. I stepped out quickly, and made my way down the hall, watching for anyone who might stop me. Where to look? There was a reception desk, but everyone swarmed around that. Still walking down the hall, I looked for any one of the doctor's offices. Luckily, I found Dr. Cord's office. He was gone, probably flirting with one of his patients or the nurses. I slipped into the office, and locked the door, pulling down the shade so that no one could see me.
His desk was in the middle of the room, bookshelves lining the room with medical books, small statues, and such other things. I sat down at his desk and pulled out the keyboard, booting up his computer. I searched through all of his files, went through hundreds of birth certificates, until I found a search engine on the hospital system. I typed my name in, and waited for the files to show up.
Three files show up. I clicked on the most recent one. It was dated today because of my breakdown. The second one was when I had checked in because of the event dealing with Ashley Bernstein.
And the last file. My hand shook as I clicked it open. Before my eyes could look at the screen, someone was standing outside the door, talking.
"Come on Andrea, why not?" It was Dr. Cord. A woman, who I'm guessing is to be Andrea, scoffed.
"Please Philip, I have to work late tonight. I have to make sure that Isaacson girl hasn't left her room. I got strict orders from her mother saying that she wasn't allowed to leave her room." I crouched underneath the desk. Someone tried the doorknob, but they knew it was locked, and Dr. Cord pulled out his keys and started to unlock the door.
"So? She's knows that she's not allowed to go anywhere," he pleaded. "Come on, just one night. Some dinner, wine, maybe a little dancing." He threw open the door. My heart thumped, and I frantically looked around the room for another hiding spot. There was a cedar chest, but I wasn't quick enough to hide. I curled up into a ball as small as I could and closed my eyes.
"Sure, and get me drunk so we can do the horizontal mambo, sure Phil," she muttered. She plopped down in one of the black leather chairs. I could see through the tiny crack under the desk. He plodded over to his desk, and I kept my eyes shut tight. He pulled back his chair and sat down, his legs barely grazing my body. I tired to scoot back further.
"Please Andrea, you know I'm not that kind of man." He placed his elbows up on his desk, and there was an awkward pause.
"What?" Andrea asked curiously, and stood up.
"Someone's been surfing on my computer." My heart raced.
"Why would someone do that?" Andrea questioned. My heart raced.
"May Isaacson." He muttered, and I began to hyperventilate.
"She was looking on your computer?"
"No," he said. I exhaled with relief. "They typed in her name. Might have been that psycho mother of hers. You know, she's really adopted."
"Maybe she was looking for her birth records or something, trying to send her away."
"No, why would she send a pretty girl away?" He muttered. A few clicks on the mouse, and he shut down the computer. No. . . "I'd like to get a piece of her," he added. She exhaled.
"This is exactly why I'm not going out with you," she hissed, and walked to the door, but he leaped up and chased after her.
"Come on Andrea. Let me show you a good time." A long silence, and then I heard their lips smacking. She sighed, and then giggled.
"OK, fine. Let me get my stuff, and check up on my patient, and then we can go," she said softly.
"Great." He kissed her again, and she gasped.
"Philip Cord," she scolded, and he chuckled and hurried out of his office, turning out the lights and locking the door, Andrea following him. Once they had been gone for a minute or two, I crawled out of my hiding spot, looking at the computer. My heart ached; I wanted to get back on to see the last file under my name, but Andrea was going to check up on me soon. I sighed, told myself that I would look another time, and bolted out of the office, and back into my room.
I scurried into my bed as fast as I could, but the door was suddenly thrown open, and I dove under the covers.
"Are you awake?" she asked, her heels clicking on the laminated tile. I stayed still.
"Is she asleep?" Dr. Cord asked.
"Uhh. . ." she threw back the covers, and I shut my eyes, pretending to look asleep. "She sleeps in the most awkward position, I swear." One of my legs was hanging off of the bed, my hair spilled around me, my arm thrown across my body. I slowly opened my eyes just to see a little bit. He walked over to my bed, and smiled.
"It's cute," he said softly. He brushed a piece of hair off of my face. "Poor kid, she's been through a lot. When we first got her in here, she was having seizures. She was already unconscious when they got her here."
"Dear lord," Andrea muttered.
"We thought that she would go into a comatose state, but a few ours later she pulled out of it. Strong kid." He touched my cheek, and I wanted to smack his hand away, but I turned over and mumbled some words that didn't make any sense.
"Let's get out of here," Dr. Cord said, and they walked out of my room, slamming the door behind them. I sat up. They were standing outside of my room, kissing. I couldn't get a good glance at Andrea, but I reminded myself that I would see her tomorrow when she comes to check on me. I sighed. My heart was racing fast, and I didn't want to go into any seizures. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and rearranged my position, and fell asleep.
In the morning I was woken up by sirens going off from an ambulance. What a lovely way to wake up, I thought. I sighed and sat up, outstretching my arms over my head. The sunshine was bright, it was spilling into the room, just then, the door open, and my nurse, Andrea entered.
"Oh, you're awake," she said. I took a good look at her. She had light brown hair that was down to her mid back, and it was curled at the ends. She looked about 23. Her eyes were light brown, and the makeup that she wore was very light but noticeable. She was wearing a white nurses outfit, which was a bit small on her, but hugged her curves. She had a hefty bosom, which led her to unbutton the first two buttons of her uniform. It was also a little bit short on her. She had tan, curvy legs, and black dress shoes on with her toenails painted red.
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she freshened the flowers up a little bit and closed the bathroom door.
"OK," I said softly. When she had come over to fluff my pillows, I noticed that she had attempted to cover up a hickey that Dr. Cord had given her with makeup. He had a few on her chest area also. When she had looked up, I saw that she had a glint in her eyes, like she was happy or something.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked politely. I shook my head. "Breakfast will be coming soon." She went out into the hallway and brought in a cart full of orange juice. I took a cup and sipped it.
"Wonderful." She smiled and started to walk out of the room. I noticed that she emphatically shook her hips when she walked. To me, she seemed like a nice girl. I sipped my juice and looked at my feet. The door flew open, and Dr. Cord stepped in. His grin was pasted on his lips; it looked like he had the best night of his life.
"Good morning May," he said. He glanced at my charts.
"You're looking extremely chipper this morning," I muttered. He flashed a toothy smile at me.
"I'm just . . . happy," he said. I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything.
"Well, well, it seems that your doing just fine," he bragged. "My patients always turn out for the better. Has Andrea come to check on you." I nodded. His smile broadened.
"Good. Well, I'll be here if you need me." He spun around and marched out of the room just as quickly as he had entered. I giggled and looked out the window for a moment. It was a beautiful day, much to beautiful for me to be stuck in this room all day long. I lay in my bed, knowing that there wouldn't be anything on except for soap operas anyway. I wanted to go and snoop through Dr. Cord's files again, but the chance was too risky in the morning.
I rested through most of the morning, Andrea allowing me to go down to the cafeteria for lunch. But I didn't have much of an appetite this morning. All I wanted to do was go home and talk to Joey. When I had finished what I could eat of my lunch, I walked around, looking for a phone. I kept my eyes open for Andrea, wondering if I was allowed to use the phone. Finally, in the cafeteria, I found a phone mounted on the wall. I eagerly picked up the phone and started dialing his number, praying to God that he was there.
"Hello?" He had asked, and the phone suddenly went dead. There was Andrea.
"What did you do that for?" I cried. She snatched the phone from me and slammed it down.
"Didn't I tell you that you could only eat lunch and to head straight back to your room?" She said harshly.
"No, you didn't," I retorted. She slammed the phone down.
"I was given strict orders that you were not allowed to even leave your room. I was being nice, but I guess you can't follow the rules. Back to your room. Your father is here anyway." She pointed to the hallway, and I reluctantly marched back to the room. Andrea was walking next to me, and on the way, we walked past Dr. Cord. Andrea had a sharp look on her face from scolding me.
"Don't be too harsh on her, pet," he whispered and grabbed her bottom. She scolded him softly, and continued to walk.
Daddy was waiting for me in my room. He brought me clothes to change into.
"May," he said and stood up. I smiled. "How are you feeling. Here, I brought you clothes." He handed them to me, and smiled. "Your release forms are all signed. Go ahead and change while I go talk to your doctor." I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. He had even brought me my makeup and a brush. I smiled and got ready. When I came out, Dr. Cord and Daddy were talking. His eyes lowered to my feet, then came back up to my face.
"You look much better," he said, licking his lips. I shuddered. "You're all ready to go. I hope you get better. Get loads of rest, and I'll be seeing you in 2 weeks to make sure you are better." He walked over to me and hugged me, just a little too tight. I half-smiled. I walked over to Daddy and stayed close to him.
"Let's go," he said softly and headed to the door. I nodded and headed out the door.
We walked silently to the car. Daddy's head down, his feet shuffling.
"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" I asked. He looked up.
"Well, I'm kind of disappointed in your Mother," He said. I chewed on my lower lip. "I can't believe she pulled a pregnancy test out of the hat." I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Well, I guess, I can kinda understand," I said softly. He smiled warmly.
"Let's get you home." I got into the car, and we headed for home.
Mommy was anxiously waiting for me in the living room. She jumped up and ran over to me. I let her hug me, then I pulled away.
"Let's just go home," I muttered, and crawled into the car. Mommy glanced at Daddy, and he shrugged and got into the drivers seat. Mommy got into the passengers seat, and soon, we were on our way home.
Once we had arrived, I asked if I had received any phone calls while I was away.
"Nope," Mommy said quickly and went into the kitchen. I shrugged and sighed.
"Honey, why don't you go up to your room and sleep? I'm sure those hospital beds are uncomfortable," Daddy suggested, and I nodded and kissed him goodnight. He smiled. Mommy looked expectant.
"Goodnight Mommy," I said to her and headed up the stairs. She sighed and her head lowered. Daddy went to pat her shoulder.
For the first time in a few days, I settled into my bed, curling up into a ball and putting the covers over my head and inhaling the scent of my shampoo that had lingered on my pillow. Welcome home, I thought. No quicker had I gotten into my bed, I had gone to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear my window being opened. I instantly thought it was Mommy, thinking that it was too stuffy in the room, so I didn't mind. I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored that also. My covers were pulled back, and then a pause. Then I was beginning to wonder. Suddenly, a hand slapped around my mouth, and I began to scream, but it was muffled. Someone tied a gag around it, and I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, but it was so dark, I could only make out an outline of the person. They scooped me up, and headed to the window. But how were they going to get me out? There wasn't a way. I kicked and fought and clawed until I realized that I was going out of the window. My eyes widened, and my captor had paused for a moment. Oh God, why couldn't the moon be out right now? Suddenly, the arms that were holding me dropped, and I plunged down, screaming as loud as I could.