Chapter 15: Finally, Some Good News
A/N: Don't you just love trigonometry homework on the first day of school? I sure do. Anyway, I didn't have much homework today so I decided it was time to post this next chapter. It's been killing me to not put this up, but I had to leave the readers hanging for a little while. Here goes:
(Lucy's POV)
I couldn't believe it when I heard my dad might be having another heart attack. It's just too much for one family to handle. I told myself it couldn't be happening. I was extremely upset at first, but then I just sat down and Kevin held me for a while. Then Mom entered the room, smiling.
"Good news everyone. Eric didn't have a heart attack. It was just an anxiety attack. He's still being observed for a few hours, but his heart is fine!" she exclaimed.
"Finally, some good news," Kevin smiled.
"Thank You, God," I whispered.
"We've all been under a lot of stress and it finally caught up with him. How about tonight, we all go out to dinner and then go see a movie?" Mom proposed.
"Good idea. We all need a break," Kevin put in.
"Do we know when they are releasing Ruthie?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact, tonight. That's why I suggested going out. She's still not talking, but the doctors said there's nothing wrong with her. She just doesn't want to talk. They said she'll start speaking to us when she's good and ready," Mom explained.
"So, I guess we should just talk to her and treat her like normal then," I said.
"That's probably the best idea. I know my little girl will speak to us again," Mom told us," I'm gonna go back and visit Eric."
"Lucy and I are going to take David down to the cafeteria for some lunch," Kevin said.
"We are?" I asked.
"Yes, you need to eat. You're pregnant," he told me firmly.
"All right," I agreed.
"I love you," Mom hugged us each as we left.
"Love you too, Mom," I whispered in her ear.
"Come on David. Aren't you hungry?" Kevin asked.
"I'm starving," David, who had been asleep answered.
(Peter's POV)
Once again, I was in the hospital, only not for my therapy this time. I was on a mission. I needed to make Ruthie Camden speak. She refused to talk to everyone else, but I have the feeling she'll talk to me. I pushed the button when I got on the elevator. I waited as it made its way up to Ruthie's floor. I got out and made my way down the hall, searching for her room number. I found the door and knocked lightly, in case she was asleep.
"Come in," called Mrs. Camden.
"Hello Mrs. Camden. I came to see Ruthie," I greeted her.
"I was just going," she said, getting up.
I silently thanked her for giving us privacy.
"So, Ruthie. How are you?" I asked.
She just stared at me.
"I'm okay. My therapy's going good," I said, hoping to start a conversation.
More staring.
"Remember when you came to my house last time?" I asked.
She nodded slightly.
At last a response," Well, I wonder if we were going to kiss before you left. It seemed like that's what almost happened."
She averted her gaze. This was not something she wanted to talk about.
"Okay, touchy subject. What do you want to talk about?" I inquired.
She continued to look at her hands which were folded across her lap.
"Fine, don't talk to me. I don't care," I said, getting angry," you can't stay silent forever. I'm leaving because nobody wants to talk to a brick wall!"
She looked up at me, her eyes sharp. It was as if she couldn't believe I had talked to her that way. Yet, she still didn't say a word. I threw my arms up in defeat and left the room.
(Ruthie's POV)
It kills me when people come and try to get me to talk. Don't they understand? I just don't want to talk anymore. I have nothing to say. Everyone comes into my room like I'm gonna talk to them. Well, it's not gonna happen. I won't talk to my Mom and Dad, so why would talk to my friends? What makes them special? As soon as they leave my room, and sometimes before they leave, I cry. It seems like crying is the only way I can express my emotions. Words won't help.
"Miss Camden?" a knock on the door.
I stared at it, waiting for some person to enter.
A doctor walked in," Since there's nothing medically wrong with you, we are going to release you. Once your parents sign all the release forms, you will be free to go."
I raised my eyebrows. I get to go home? Good, I hate the hospital.
Fifteen minutes later, Mom came in.
"Ready to go home?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"Let's grab your stuff and then get out of here," she said.
I sat up in the bed and grabbed the bag with my clothes in it. I went to the bathroom to change out of the stupid hospital gown. As I changed, I heard Mom sigh and sniffle. Damn, I hated making her cry. But I can't just break my silence now. The longer I am quiet, the harder it is to want to talk again. I shed a few angry tears for making my mom cry and then furiously wiped them away. I kept a stone face as I walked out of the bathroom. Her eyes were slightly red, but she acted happy.
"We are going to go out to dinner and then go to a movie," she said," we are all stressed out and we need a night to just sit down and forget about our problems for a little while."
A/N: See! I didn't give Eric a heart attack. I really, really wanted to say that he was okay, but I managed to hold on for a few days for suspense. The next chapter will probably jump forward in time and if not, the next one will.
Coming Soon: Will Ruthie really speak again? Are Lucy and Kevin going to find their own place? Will the Camden kids return to school? (It is September in the story)
A/N: Don't you just love trigonometry homework on the first day of school? I sure do. Anyway, I didn't have much homework today so I decided it was time to post this next chapter. It's been killing me to not put this up, but I had to leave the readers hanging for a little while. Here goes:
(Lucy's POV)
I couldn't believe it when I heard my dad might be having another heart attack. It's just too much for one family to handle. I told myself it couldn't be happening. I was extremely upset at first, but then I just sat down and Kevin held me for a while. Then Mom entered the room, smiling.
"Good news everyone. Eric didn't have a heart attack. It was just an anxiety attack. He's still being observed for a few hours, but his heart is fine!" she exclaimed.
"Finally, some good news," Kevin smiled.
"Thank You, God," I whispered.
"We've all been under a lot of stress and it finally caught up with him. How about tonight, we all go out to dinner and then go see a movie?" Mom proposed.
"Good idea. We all need a break," Kevin put in.
"Do we know when they are releasing Ruthie?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact, tonight. That's why I suggested going out. She's still not talking, but the doctors said there's nothing wrong with her. She just doesn't want to talk. They said she'll start speaking to us when she's good and ready," Mom explained.
"So, I guess we should just talk to her and treat her like normal then," I said.
"That's probably the best idea. I know my little girl will speak to us again," Mom told us," I'm gonna go back and visit Eric."
"Lucy and I are going to take David down to the cafeteria for some lunch," Kevin said.
"We are?" I asked.
"Yes, you need to eat. You're pregnant," he told me firmly.
"All right," I agreed.
"I love you," Mom hugged us each as we left.
"Love you too, Mom," I whispered in her ear.
"Come on David. Aren't you hungry?" Kevin asked.
"I'm starving," David, who had been asleep answered.
(Peter's POV)
Once again, I was in the hospital, only not for my therapy this time. I was on a mission. I needed to make Ruthie Camden speak. She refused to talk to everyone else, but I have the feeling she'll talk to me. I pushed the button when I got on the elevator. I waited as it made its way up to Ruthie's floor. I got out and made my way down the hall, searching for her room number. I found the door and knocked lightly, in case she was asleep.
"Come in," called Mrs. Camden.
"Hello Mrs. Camden. I came to see Ruthie," I greeted her.
"I was just going," she said, getting up.
I silently thanked her for giving us privacy.
"So, Ruthie. How are you?" I asked.
She just stared at me.
"I'm okay. My therapy's going good," I said, hoping to start a conversation.
More staring.
"Remember when you came to my house last time?" I asked.
She nodded slightly.
At last a response," Well, I wonder if we were going to kiss before you left. It seemed like that's what almost happened."
She averted her gaze. This was not something she wanted to talk about.
"Okay, touchy subject. What do you want to talk about?" I inquired.
She continued to look at her hands which were folded across her lap.
"Fine, don't talk to me. I don't care," I said, getting angry," you can't stay silent forever. I'm leaving because nobody wants to talk to a brick wall!"
She looked up at me, her eyes sharp. It was as if she couldn't believe I had talked to her that way. Yet, she still didn't say a word. I threw my arms up in defeat and left the room.
(Ruthie's POV)
It kills me when people come and try to get me to talk. Don't they understand? I just don't want to talk anymore. I have nothing to say. Everyone comes into my room like I'm gonna talk to them. Well, it's not gonna happen. I won't talk to my Mom and Dad, so why would talk to my friends? What makes them special? As soon as they leave my room, and sometimes before they leave, I cry. It seems like crying is the only way I can express my emotions. Words won't help.
"Miss Camden?" a knock on the door.
I stared at it, waiting for some person to enter.
A doctor walked in," Since there's nothing medically wrong with you, we are going to release you. Once your parents sign all the release forms, you will be free to go."
I raised my eyebrows. I get to go home? Good, I hate the hospital.
Fifteen minutes later, Mom came in.
"Ready to go home?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"Let's grab your stuff and then get out of here," she said.
I sat up in the bed and grabbed the bag with my clothes in it. I went to the bathroom to change out of the stupid hospital gown. As I changed, I heard Mom sigh and sniffle. Damn, I hated making her cry. But I can't just break my silence now. The longer I am quiet, the harder it is to want to talk again. I shed a few angry tears for making my mom cry and then furiously wiped them away. I kept a stone face as I walked out of the bathroom. Her eyes were slightly red, but she acted happy.
"We are going to go out to dinner and then go to a movie," she said," we are all stressed out and we need a night to just sit down and forget about our problems for a little while."
A/N: See! I didn't give Eric a heart attack. I really, really wanted to say that he was okay, but I managed to hold on for a few days for suspense. The next chapter will probably jump forward in time and if not, the next one will.
Coming Soon: Will Ruthie really speak again? Are Lucy and Kevin going to find their own place? Will the Camden kids return to school? (It is September in the story)