AN: GUYS! I'M SO SORRY! Life has been a nightmare lately and I've just now been able to get a hand on it. I'd like to sincerely apologize to all of you. I'm also sorry that this chapter is so short. I'm working like a mad woman to catch up.
Sam left for the cafeteria about an hour later, after I'd practically forced him from the room as his stomach roared. The doctor came in almost as soon as Sam left, handing me a file that was labled for a man named Dr. Cullen. He left me strict instructions to give the file to Sam, and that he'd know what to do with it. I gave him a strange look, but didn't question it. The people in this hospital were starting to give me the creeps. I mean, come on, was this guy a spy? Who else in the world would hand a file to a teenage girls and give her instructions on what to do with it? I put my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes. I was going insane, but that was nothing new. I scoffed and mentally scolded myself. I really needed out of this hospital bed, and a shower was the first thing on my list.
Searching the bed for my remote, I activated my call button. Moments later, my nurse, Julia, came through the door. "Is there something you need, dear?" I smiled at her, she was a gentle woman.
"Yes, actually. A shower would be lovely, right about now." A small smile found its way onto her lips as she stepped farther into the room.
"Well, I supposed it might. Let me help you." I grimaced, a question I'd been dying to ask.
"I'm not going to have to have someone bathe me, am I? Otherwise, I can wait for a while." The woman chuckled, a light and airy sound, but shook her head.
"No, dear. I'm not going to bathe you. You'd die of embarassment, wouldn't you?" A small blush crept onto my cheeks, but barely showed under my tan skin. "I'll save you from that horror, consider it a favor." I nodded as my blush slowly began to fade. Julia slightly reminded me of my foster mother, and a sharp sting of pain tore through my heart. I doubted that life would ever be the same again.