Ok everybody, this story was started quite a while back, and I forgot all about it, until I was adding my new story, (which some of you may have read) Dear Abby, Dear John. I was just reading through the three I had published, and for some reason unbeknownst to me, I decided to write more. I got a bunch of good reviews about it, so you know, whatever. I just started up writing again because I haven't had access to a computer for ages. Beware, I'm a little rusty!
Young Robby walked through the ambulance doors. The sound of sirens behind him. He was almost sure they were heading for the church he had grown up in. He gathered his wits, and walked up to a slightly older woman with blonde hair, a few grays around her temples.
"Umm, miss? I was wondering if..." Robby started.
"You'll need to have a seat in chairs, honey. Where are your parents?" the nurse said. Robby made out the name tag to say Lydia.
"Umm," he stuttered. He had thought he had prepared for everything. But he hadn't. He tried as fast as he could to come up with the story from the top of his head. "I...uhh...they're not here. My parents are busy. I came myself."
"Well, sweetheart, let's get you somewhere to sit down, then," the nurse replied.
"No!" Robby yelped. He tried to compose himself. "I mean, I need to see someone. Her name is Susan Lewis. I think she works here."
"Well, yes dear, she does. But she's with a patient right now. How about I get you into a room and warm you up? Then, I'll find Dr. Lewis for you. Is that okay with you?" she smiled sweetly. Secretly she wondered who this little boy was, and why he looked so familiar, yet he was a complete stranger to her. Or so she thought.
Robby nodded, slightly bewildered at the sight of a hospital. He had never been to one before. The closest he had been to the outside world was the annual field trips to museums and amusement parks. He thought again, maybe he had been to a hospital before, maybe when he was born. He thought about what Tommy had said about what he remembered the first day Robby had been at the orphanage. He said he was with the nun that had answered the door bell. He also recalled that Robby had been perfectly clean. A baby blue and green onesie warmed him along with the matching blue and green balnket. They both had turtles on them. Robby still had those two things in the satchel on his back, along with the wooden case and picture. Those possesions were the biggest reason turtles were his favorite animals. He had had Tommy carve one on his wooden box, the one with his prized picture in it.
Before Robby had escaped his day dream, he found himself being gently guided into a roon filled with lockers, a refrigerator, a small table, and a couch. Lydia set him down on the couch and called for another nurse. His name was Malik and he was a hefty african american. Robby thought he remeinded him of one of the jazz musicians he and Tommy so oftenly listened to. At the time he couldn't remember what his name was though.
"Hey, buddy. What's your name?" Malik questioned.
"I'm Robby. Do you know where Susan Lewis is?" he started in.
"Yea, Robby I do. But, we'll have to wait on her to get done with her patient, okay?" Malik said, giving the nine year old a smile and setting off towards the refrigerator. After he checked to make sure Robby had agreed with his reasoning, he pulled open the refrigerator door.
"Want anything to drink, Robby?" Malik asked.
"Umm, sure what do you have?" Robby wandered over to the door to stand beside the larger man. He was starting to like these people. They were really nice. But, he thought, that is their job.
"Well, looks like we've got Mountain Dew, tea, Coke, Diet Coke, Pepsi, and milk," he said his eyes flashing towards the boys.
"No Sprite I guess?" Robby asked, shrugging like he really didn't care.
But, Malik noticed the disappointed look on his face and wondered about the "secret stash" of Abby's lying the back of the fridge. "Hold on a sec," he said walking to the door of the lounge and poking his head out.
Robby heard him talking to someone outside, "Hey, Lockhart? Can this kid have some of your "secret stash" of Sprite?" he said, chuckling as he said the words secret stash.
"Yea, sure but just one. And, I mean it if you take one and it's not the kid. I'll kill you," he heard the voice answering back. Giggling as the melody of her voice chimed through his ears. Somehow, it sounded familiar.
"You just got lucky, bud. Usually she doesn't let anyone, and I mean anyone, have her Sprite," he smiled widely and sauntered back to the fridge. They sat back down just as two figures entered the room. One being Susan Lewis, the other's face hit Robby like a ton of bricks. It was Abby. It was his mom.
