A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews, I'm glad everyone likes it so far. Well here's chapter two. Part two will be posted later this week.
"S-S-SHE'S A-A-AWAKE! MY BABY'S AWAKE!" The trembling voiced shouted.
She knew that voice instantly.
The vixen stirred a bit as she tried to sit up but a hand on a shoulder stopped the motion.
"No Mija. Please lay down." Another voice whispered softly although it was deeper. Carmelita faced the person and saw an older vulpine, appearing to be in his mid 50s, with kinky cobalt hair with some gray peppered here and there and even in his well trimmed beard. He had a few wrinkles but it was clear that in his younger years he was quite handsome, although he still was even being slightly overweight.
Then to her right she saw two other foxes, an older vixen and an much younger vulpine.
The female, looking around maybe her late 40s, also had cobalt colored hair like her husband but it was long and wavy, touching her shoulders. She was petite in size and had long eyelashes.
With the youngest fox, looking no older than 16 or 17, he resembled the older male a lot but with a youthful face and thinner frame. His hair was a wild cobalt color and was obviously wearing clothes that were twice his normal size.
Carmelita was bewildered by all of this. She could't comprehend what was going on.
"Mama and Papi…Cameron…where…where am I…" She was groggy.
"Oh my baby," Her mother gently took her hand and gave it a kiss. "It's ok, mama's here."
Then the mother broke into sobs. The father and son went to her to consult her.
"It's ok ma, Carm is alive and well." The boy assured with his heavy Bronx accent that his parents and sister also possessed.
"I know mijo, mama is just happy that your sister finally awaken."
"Huh?" Carmelita grunted, not understanding what was going on. She knew she was in bed and saw that there was an IV line attached to her arm and took in her surroundings.
The pale walls, the beating sounds of machines, the cold empty yet extremely sanitized feel to the room. It dawn to her finally that she was in the hospital but for how long?
Scared, she started to squirm a bit tin attempts to hop out of the bed but her father lightly pushed her back down and shook his head.
She nodded sadly and didn't move again. She was hungry and thirsty.
"Mama and Papi? How long have I been here and what happened."
The parents exchanged weary looks and then faced their daughter.
"We'll discuss this tomorrow dear. We don't want you to be overwhelmed." Her father comforted her.
"Are you hungry my dear?" Her mother questioned as a way to change the subject.
"Yes, I feel like I can eat enough for three people." The vixen chuckled for the first time making both her parents smile.
"Shit me too," Cameron chimed in as he plopped into a visitor chair. "I'm hungrier than a muthafucka."
His father wasted no time swatting his son on the head.
"¡No se utiliza ese lenguaje de la calle sucia!" The older vulpine reprimanded.
She laughed heartily at her brother's inappropriate use of language, just like he usually did when she still lived at home in New York.
In spite of her condition, Carmelita was glad to see her parents, not having seen them in nearly a year. It really made her nervousness fade away.
She really hoped her parents would sneak her some outside food because she hated hospital food with a passion.
Later that night…
"Good evening sir." One of the doctors greeted.
"Good evening doctor." The "nurse" replied and swiftly made his way down the hall.
He went to the front desk to meet another nurse that was behind it who was shuffling her forms and occasionally sipping her coffee.
"Hello, I need to know what room Ms. Fox is in on this floor. She needs tending to, something about a sponge bath."
The nurse gazed at the male that stood before her desk area.
"We have five other patients with the surname "Fox", which one you're looking for, kid?"
"Carmelita Montoya Fox, ma'am."
