Chapter Seven
Ephram woke up in time for dinner and found his sister had only just woken up as well. Three trays we set up with food, and Ephram smiled strangely happy to be with his family. Then he spotted the bags of letters.
"Oh, those are your letters! I was supposed to go back down and help dad bring them up. Opps." She whispered to Ephram not wanting the wake her dad.
"That's okay, he obviously found another way to bring them up." Ephram replayed. There was a loud yawn from the chair beside the siblings and they looked to see Andy waking up.
"Hey there sleepy heads, have a nice nap?" And asked smiling. Both Ephram and Delia nodded. "Good, ah I see our meals have been brought to us, today. I will have to thank the nurses." Ephram was determined to try and eat by himself, and was happy to get his hand up to the plate, but found he had trouble gripping the spoon. An evil look crossed Delias face, and Ephram groaned, knowing exactly what she was thinking. A year before, Deila had gotten really sick and had been in bed for a full week, for half of it, she had, had problems eating herself, one night Andy had to go to an emergency leaving Ephram to feed his sister. In the end it had been a lot of fun for Ephram and Delia would not talk to him for a full week after that. It was pay back time.
Delia took the spoon from Ephrams hand and gave him an evil grin.
"I will help you, dear brother." She stated. Oh how Ephram wished he could run away. His dad, stood above them with the camera, making the situation much worse. Filling the spoon with salt-less mashed potatoes, she began to fly the spoon around making air plane noises. Knowing he deserved this Ephram only opened his mouth and let the spoon come in. His face scrunched up at the taste but he did not complain. Meanwhile Delia was having a grand old time feeding him. Finally all the food on his tray was gone and Delia took a bite of her own, then promptly spit it out.
"This stuff is horrible!" She screeched. Ephram only nodded, suddenly feeling strange. A quick random thought told him he was about to have a seizure, and he quickly moved his tray away as best he could before everything went black. He did not hear Delia scream, or an alarm go off above him and in the nurses station. He did not see his father grab his daughter off his bed, then run out to make sure help was coming. Slowly though sensations came back to him, as his brain began to fire proper impulses. He noticed that his breathing was a bit erratic and began to work on breathing normally. Finally after what seemed like forever he was breathing properly again, and that's when he noticed that he was extremely tired, which really did not make since because he had only just woke up. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked into his fathers worried ones.
"Dad." Ephram mumbled before he fell asleep. When he woke up again, he was relived to feel better then he did the day before. His room was empty and the cart of letters had been pulled up beside his bed. Ephram found that a lot of his strength had returned and managed to pull the string holding the bag together. Curiosity was running rampit now, why would so many people be writing him? He grabbed the first letter and noticed it was addressed from Houston, Texas.
~*~ Dear Mr. Brown,
My name is Amy, I am now seventeen, and last year my brother went to Colorado for a ski trip. There was a mini avalanche, and he didn't survive. I just wanted to write to you to say that you are very lucky and I'm glad what happened to my brother did not happen to you. According to the news, you have a younger sister and your mom died. Your family will need you, no matter what happens stick with them. Good luck Ephram Brown.
Amy Smith Houston, Texas. ~*~
Ephram found a pen and a pad of paper in the nightstand beside his bed and began to jot down a short note to Amy.
~*~ Dear Amy,
My good friend's name is Amy. It's a good name. I am sorry for your brother, and I hope you will stick to your family as well. Thank you for writing me you have made my day here in this boring hospital room a little lighter. I will try my best to stick with my family, I know they love me.
Ephram Brown ~*~
Finding an envelope Ephram placed the letter in the envelope and addressed it, before setting it aside and placing Amy's letter in what he would call his keep pile. He then pulled out another letter. He was not sure he would write back to everyone, but he hoped to write back to a lot. Maybe he could even get a few pen pals out of this.
~*~ Dear Ephram,
I am Joshua Tester, I am writing this because my mom is making me. You see I too am a survivor of an avalanche, we apparently are rare, or at least that is what my mom says. She can be so annoying and over bearing, sometimes I just want to get out and not come back. Oh well, that's life right? Anyways I hope you are doing better then I am, I have been left paralyzed for the rest of my stupid life. I really hate this, took me almost a week to learn how to get in and out of my own bed. Then there was the whole moving my room to the first floor of our house, I loved my old room, now I have this dinky little room with bars all over it. The only thing good about it is the fact that I now have my own bathroom, but it too had bars all over it. Well I better get this into an envelope before my mom comes and wants to proof read this. Thanks for listening.or reading. Good luck.
Joshua Main ~*~
Ephram replied to this one as well, before there was another knock on his door.
'Oh well, at least I got a couple of minutes alone.' Ephram thought as he turned to the door, to see who had walked in. It was a nurse with a tray filled with shot. Ephram gulped, he really hated needles.
Ephram woke up in time for dinner and found his sister had only just woken up as well. Three trays we set up with food, and Ephram smiled strangely happy to be with his family. Then he spotted the bags of letters.
"Oh, those are your letters! I was supposed to go back down and help dad bring them up. Opps." She whispered to Ephram not wanting the wake her dad.
"That's okay, he obviously found another way to bring them up." Ephram replayed. There was a loud yawn from the chair beside the siblings and they looked to see Andy waking up.
"Hey there sleepy heads, have a nice nap?" And asked smiling. Both Ephram and Delia nodded. "Good, ah I see our meals have been brought to us, today. I will have to thank the nurses." Ephram was determined to try and eat by himself, and was happy to get his hand up to the plate, but found he had trouble gripping the spoon. An evil look crossed Delias face, and Ephram groaned, knowing exactly what she was thinking. A year before, Deila had gotten really sick and had been in bed for a full week, for half of it, she had, had problems eating herself, one night Andy had to go to an emergency leaving Ephram to feed his sister. In the end it had been a lot of fun for Ephram and Delia would not talk to him for a full week after that. It was pay back time.
Delia took the spoon from Ephrams hand and gave him an evil grin.
"I will help you, dear brother." She stated. Oh how Ephram wished he could run away. His dad, stood above them with the camera, making the situation much worse. Filling the spoon with salt-less mashed potatoes, she began to fly the spoon around making air plane noises. Knowing he deserved this Ephram only opened his mouth and let the spoon come in. His face scrunched up at the taste but he did not complain. Meanwhile Delia was having a grand old time feeding him. Finally all the food on his tray was gone and Delia took a bite of her own, then promptly spit it out.
"This stuff is horrible!" She screeched. Ephram only nodded, suddenly feeling strange. A quick random thought told him he was about to have a seizure, and he quickly moved his tray away as best he could before everything went black. He did not hear Delia scream, or an alarm go off above him and in the nurses station. He did not see his father grab his daughter off his bed, then run out to make sure help was coming. Slowly though sensations came back to him, as his brain began to fire proper impulses. He noticed that his breathing was a bit erratic and began to work on breathing normally. Finally after what seemed like forever he was breathing properly again, and that's when he noticed that he was extremely tired, which really did not make since because he had only just woke up. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked into his fathers worried ones.
"Dad." Ephram mumbled before he fell asleep. When he woke up again, he was relived to feel better then he did the day before. His room was empty and the cart of letters had been pulled up beside his bed. Ephram found that a lot of his strength had returned and managed to pull the string holding the bag together. Curiosity was running rampit now, why would so many people be writing him? He grabbed the first letter and noticed it was addressed from Houston, Texas.
~*~ Dear Mr. Brown,
My name is Amy, I am now seventeen, and last year my brother went to Colorado for a ski trip. There was a mini avalanche, and he didn't survive. I just wanted to write to you to say that you are very lucky and I'm glad what happened to my brother did not happen to you. According to the news, you have a younger sister and your mom died. Your family will need you, no matter what happens stick with them. Good luck Ephram Brown.
Amy Smith Houston, Texas. ~*~
Ephram found a pen and a pad of paper in the nightstand beside his bed and began to jot down a short note to Amy.
~*~ Dear Amy,
My good friend's name is Amy. It's a good name. I am sorry for your brother, and I hope you will stick to your family as well. Thank you for writing me you have made my day here in this boring hospital room a little lighter. I will try my best to stick with my family, I know they love me.
Ephram Brown ~*~
Finding an envelope Ephram placed the letter in the envelope and addressed it, before setting it aside and placing Amy's letter in what he would call his keep pile. He then pulled out another letter. He was not sure he would write back to everyone, but he hoped to write back to a lot. Maybe he could even get a few pen pals out of this.
~*~ Dear Ephram,
I am Joshua Tester, I am writing this because my mom is making me. You see I too am a survivor of an avalanche, we apparently are rare, or at least that is what my mom says. She can be so annoying and over bearing, sometimes I just want to get out and not come back. Oh well, that's life right? Anyways I hope you are doing better then I am, I have been left paralyzed for the rest of my stupid life. I really hate this, took me almost a week to learn how to get in and out of my own bed. Then there was the whole moving my room to the first floor of our house, I loved my old room, now I have this dinky little room with bars all over it. The only thing good about it is the fact that I now have my own bathroom, but it too had bars all over it. Well I better get this into an envelope before my mom comes and wants to proof read this. Thanks for listening.or reading. Good luck.
Joshua Main ~*~
Ephram replied to this one as well, before there was another knock on his door.
'Oh well, at least I got a couple of minutes alone.' Ephram thought as he turned to the door, to see who had walked in. It was a nurse with a tray filled with shot. Ephram gulped, he really hated needles.