A Time for Everything
By Dasvidanya
Author's Note: This will eventually (maybe, by the third chapter) be a Harry Potter fan fiction. I just want to spend two chapters on introducing my two characters—Rainey and Loren Wesley. I mean, you most likely know all the other characters, or else you wouldn't be searching through stories in the Harry Potter fan fiction. Yes, you will most likely see typos with the names "Weasley" and "Wesley". There is a reason for choosing a name so close to "Weasley", so don't stress. If you're going to be an avid reader of mine, then you'll understand if I typo it up. Just so you know, I'm getting back into fan fiction writing synch, so my chapters (like this one) will start off short. But as the story progresses, there will be more. Remember, this is technically background information.
One.
I don't own emotion. I rent.
On a usually quiet, peaceful August morning, in the city that never sleeps, awoke two blue-eyed teenagers to the sound of a flat line. Rainey and Loren Wesley were in Manhattan's most prestigious hospital, basically only for those who could afford a private hospital room that gave its patients Norwegian Voss sparkling water for free.
Rainey ran from the couch in the waiting room she and her family were in to room 9123. There she was. Melanie Carmichael-Wesley was asleep, her stats beeping to the rhythm of her heart. Rainey thought she looked like an angel sleeping. Just then, her twin sister and other half, Loren, walked in groggily.
"I knew it wasn't her, you 'tard. I saw the doctor rush past me to 9103. You know, in the opposite direction?" Loren said, pissed off because Rainey's sudden movements awoke her, not the sound of the flat line.
"I'm sorry that I'm worried about Mom, Lore, but I can't help not seeing her every time I hear a flat line," Rainey retorted.
The 9100 wing was for patients who had recently endured a heart attack, cardiac surgery, basically, anything that involved the heart. When the Wesley twins first entered the 9100 wing, they would rush to their mother's side every time they heard a flat line. Their mother would always reassure them that she was alright andwasn't going anywhere for a verylong time. Loren had gotten used to flat lines, unless the doctor and nurses headed for the 9120s. Every time Rainey heard a flat line, she would go to her mother's side and stay with her for at least an hour.
"Girls," Melanie murmured, awoken from her sleep by her daughter's argument, "I'm okay. Just please be quieter or leave until you can indoor voices." Melanie Carmichael-Wesley was, before her heart attack, a special needs kindergarten teacher. Her room was filled with bright and colorful projects the substitute asked the children to make for their teacher. They were sent in a care box, filled with cards, paintings, and drawings from each student. She had asked her nurse to pin them to her bulletin board that faced oppositeto her bed.
"Sorry Mom. We'll be quieter next time," Rainey whispered softly.
"It's okay, darling. You both look so thin and pale. How about you go get some breakfast in yourselves and send Daddy in here, okay?" Melanie asked.
The girls nodded and silently walked out of the room. Once out of earshot, Loren grabbed Rainey by the shoulders and whispered loudly, "Next time we ever hear a flat line, you will not run to Mom's room, you hear me? I'm sure she's freaked out as it is. I need you to relax, especially for the sake of Justine. So please, Rain, just stop it."
Rainey shrugged her shoulders and went to tell their father that Melanie wanted to see him and that they were taking Justine, their five-year-old sister, to get breakfast. Loren took Justine by her tiny hand and led her to the elevators, followed by Rainey. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Rainey heard another fit of beeps from a heart machine before a flat line went off. She ignored it, like Loren had said, and she couldn't even tell if it was coming from the 9100 wing or the 9200 wing.
The ride down the elevator was uneventful. There was much hustling about, seeing as it was breakfast time, so a lot of nurses and staff were off-duty for breakfast. Rainey grabbed a miniature box of Cheerios for Justine and an orange for herself and placed them on a tray. Loren took a miniature box of Frosted Flakes and a carton of milk and placed them on the same tray. Justine, the eager five-year-old that she was, took the ten dollar bill out of Rainey's hand and handed it to the lady working at the cashier. The lady chuckled, took it, and placed it on the monitor so it could be used when it was actually the girls' turn to pay for their breakfast.
Out of habit, Loren turned on her cell phone to see if there were any messages from her boyfriend, Dan, while her phone was off. There were none, so Loren placed the cell phone back in her back pocket. After paying, Loren felt her cell vibrate violently. Hoping it was from Dan, she read the message before bursting out into a scream and fit. Rainey took the cell phone from her and read the message. It was from their father and it read, "911".
Rainey picked Justine up, grabbed Loren's hand, and ran to the elevator (only because running up nine flights of stairs was not a good idea when you're hyperventilating). Thankfully, there was no one in the elevator, or stopping it on the way up. Their father was waiting in the elevator lobby, with a look of despair in his eyes. He took Justine from Rainey and walked away humming, not sure who he was trying to soothe.
Rainey ran to the room, desperate to see what was going on. The door was closed and there was a lot of commotion coming from the room. She went back to Loren who was crying in the waiting room. Rainey put her arms around Loren and whispered, "She's going to be alright. She promised us that she was going to be alright. She'll get revived and after this, things will be normal. Remember, she promised. Mom never breaks her promises."
End 'One'.
