Hey guys!
So I know that it's been a while, but here you go!
Honestly, I'm proud of this chapter. I really like how it came out.
Disclaimer: The Selection belongs to Kiera Cass. The characters are mine.
IMPORTANT MESSAGE AT BOTTOM!
*Find the reference to another fandom in the story and tell me if you find it in the comments!*
I entered the hospital at precisely 1:35 PM, the same time I did every day. I waved hello to the woman sitting at the front desk, smiling at her as she told me that I could go and see Eloise, Megan's mother. Her name was Rachel. She's a Six with three older brothers, Sam, Dean, and Bobby. Her parents, John and Mary, died shortly after Bobby's 18th birthday of starvation, leaving Bobby to care for Sam, Dean, and Rachel.
I walked through the hallway, turning left, then right, then keeping straight, then heading up staircase 2A, then immediately turning left and approaching the 3rd door on the right.
I know this path like the back of my hand.
Wait, nevermind, I hate that expression. I mean, really, who actually knows exactly what the back of their hand looks like? I don't. If someone chopped off my right hand and asked me to draw it, I wouldn't be able to.
Well, the fact that I'm a righty probably doesn't help my cause…
Off topic. Anyway, I know all of this because I've visited Eloise 13 times now. This is the 14th time. It's been two weeks since she was brought in here. Two weeks of coming to the hospital at 1:35 with a bag of eight sandwiches. Two turkey with mayo for Megan, four roast beefs with lettuce but absolutely no mayo for Tommy and Danny, although I'm pretty sure Danny hates roast beef, and two ham with lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo for Eloise.
When I first started bringing sandwiches, I brought all PB&J's, which I quickly learned was a mistake when Tommy started screaming at me and accusing me of trying to kill his mother. Apparently, she's severely allergic to peanut butter. How the hell was I supposed to know that?
I knocked softly on the door before entering. I smiled as I saw Eloise sitting up in bed, laughing at something Megan said. Megan sat next to Tommy and Danny, holding her baby sister, Sarah, in her arms
I grabbed my sandwich, a Cluckin-Russian, AKA the best sandwich in the world. Chicken cutlet with bacon, munster cheese, and Russian dressing. It was heaven on a roll.
I handed the sandwich bag to Tommy, who grabbed his sandwich as well as Danny's sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water for them to share before handing the bag to Megan, who grabbed her sandwich and her mom's sandwich and one bottle of water before putting the bag on the ground.
Every day, I got all of them two sandwiches, and every day, I watched as they ate one and saved the other. I have no idea when they eat the other sandwich, and the first few times, I told them to eat their second, but they never did. They grew up without food. They would've been lucky to have half a sandwich. Now, they only eat what they have to.
I heard a grunt of displeasure. I turned to Tommy, the person from which this sound came from. He frowned at me. "There's mayo on this!" He accused, to which I sighed.
"Sorry, Tommy, I told the man not to put mayo on it. Maybe the second one doesn't have it," I suggested, but Tommy ignored it, like always, shooting me a glare before digging into his sandwich.
I chuckled softly before turning to Eloise. "How are you feeling?" I asked her.
She gave me a soft smile. "I'm doing well, thank you. I actually have some good news. Dr Warner said that I'm well enough to leave! He said that I can get going tomorrow."
The sound that came from me was unnatural. It was comparable to the sound a horse would make while giving birth, jumping an 8' fence, and falling off a very, very high cliff, all at the same time.
Well, okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit, but that sound isn't something I'm proud of.
I smiled widely at Eloise. "Thats wonderful! I'm so happy for you!"
She smiled back at me, glancing at her children. My smile fell. She knew what I wanted to ask her, but she didn't want her kids to over hear. I looked down at my second sandwich.
"Oh, I don't think I'm going to want this. Megan, why don't you bring your brothers and give this to the woman at the front desk?" I asked.
They jumped at the chance to get moving. Tommy grabbed my sandwich and raced out of the room, with Megan and Danny in tow.
Once they were gone, I turned to Eloise. "Listen, I know that I said I would stop helping you after you were better, but-"
"No," she said. Her voice was firm, but not rude.
"Eloise, please, I care for your family, and I don't want anything to happen to them!" I argued.
"And what makes you think that I can't care for them myself?" She said, giving me a hard look.
I groaned, returning her glare. "It's not that I don't think you can, but-"
"No."
"Please-"
"No!"
I sighed. "Fine, but, I get to visit you, and if it ever gets to be too much and you need help, say 'Stars do Shine.' It'll be like a safe word. Use it however you want, and then I'll help you. I'll give you money, and you can use it. No one has to know that I'm helping you. Okay?"
She pursed her lips, obviously searching her brain for a reason to say no. When she couldn't come up with one, she sighed. "Fine, but only if I said the safe word."
I grinned. "Deal."
Watcha think?
Anyway, I have an important message. My ELA teacher has recently given us an assignment. Every Friday, we have to write a 2 page journal entry. It can be about anything, and she doesn't read it, so I'm going to write Stars Do Shine for that. So expect an update every Friday from now on. If I'm sick one Friday, it might not be out until Sunday, like this week.
Also, who spotted the reference? It wasn't really that hard to spot, if you're in the fandom.
See you next Friday! (My brother also finds out if her got into his choice college on Friday. Fingers crossed, guys!)
~Umbreon89