I was in heaven for a small time when Soda was laying beside me. A nurse had to come in and check up on me, and she informed me of the small scene my mother had made while the police were arresting her. It seems she thinks she did nothing wrong, and she had said there was no proof that she had hurt me at all. She blamed it on Darry and Soda, saying they were pesky greasers who looked like they could kill. I couldn't believe her. Darry would never hurt anyone unless provoked, and I was smarter than Steve, so I didn't mess with him. Soda, to me, could never hurt anyone, except maybe a few Socs in a rumble. I can't imagine him doing anything to harm me especially.
"Sir, I have to ask you to leave. You can wait in the waiting room if you wish, but the doctors would like to talk with her for a few moments." Sodapop nodded, quickly jumping from the bed.
"Sorry. I'll see you soon," He turned to me again, leaning down a placing a kiss on my forehead before leaving the room. I blushed, my fingers softly brushing over the spot where Soda kissed. He just kissed me. Well, it's the second time, but still! It was still shocking and very embarrassing. The nurse giggled to herself.
"My my, aren't you the lucky one? He's a real looker, and he's pretty sweet, too. I think he was the one who brought you in, right? Poor thing was out there forever in the waitin' room, I don't even think he was breathing. He was real worried." I smiled to myself. He really did care about me... Do not be a girl, Kaylyn, this is not the right time. I nodded, wincing as a pang of pain jolted through my head. A doctor walked into the room with a clipboard in her hand. She had on the same white doctor's coat as everyone else in this bland little hospital.
"Hello there, Miss Kaylyn, how have you been feeling?" She asked rather cheerfully, offering me a smile. I smiled back weakly. I might as well tell her the truth.
"I've been feeling really nauseous, and I've had this really bad headache for awhile, but that's it." I murmured softly, placing my hands in front of me.
The doctor and nurse peered down at me, talking amongst themselves. I nervously watched them, watched them talk about my body and how badly broken it was. Honestly, I was scared when I heard that. What was going to happen to me? Would I die? Do I need an operation that costs millions of dollars? What could possibly happen that could make my life any worse? I never should've said anything. I should've kept my mouth shut. The next thing that happened, I couldn't say I was honestly surprised, but I can tell you, my heart almost stopped right then.
"Sir, the police-" A young assistant that was from the front desk ran into the room frantically. "The woman is no longer in custody! She escaped somehow. They called us first to see if the young lady could give us any information." I silently stared at them, my eyes wide with fear.
Things could get a lot worse.