A gentle hand rested on my forehead as the face of an overly colorful nurse came into my view. She was wild looking for a nurse. With wild, blond hair with pink and blue streaks in it. Itmatched her green scrubs perfectly.
"Hello sweet tooth! How are you feeling?" She was up close to my face, invading my bubble. "You didn't hurt those beautiful teeth did you?!"
"Uh..." Came my intelligent response. Before I could respond she was talking once again, fidgeting with everything in her reach. Including my teeth.
"Oh you're in the hospital sweetie." Her voice was soothing and soft, like my mother's once upon a time. "My name is B. Tooth. Your little friend is in a bit of a pickle, you see. What was his name? Miser? Yeah! That was it! Well, he broke one arm, both legs, and three ribs. Oh! And that dosen't exclude all of the bruises and cuts! The poor boy! What could have-" Her long rant was cut short as an obnoxious and loud voice filled the rooms.
"Jack! You little tramp! How dare you end up here! This will cost so much money!" Aunt C's voice bounced around in my head and it felt as if someone was drilling inside my ears, "You did this for attention didn't you? Just like all of those cuts, hmmm? Well, I ain't gonna give ya any! Let's go!"
Before the shocked nurse could respond, I was violently yanked out of the bed and towards the door. Before we made it two feet, two cops came into the room wearing very grim expressions. One man was large and hairy with long white hair going down his back. The other was the same size, but the grossest man I had ever seen. His large beer belly out from his too tight shirt, and his hair was an oily, greasy mess.
"Hello." The first, and neater dressed, man nodded his head at Aunt C and I, "My name is Phil Yetisa, this is my partner Mare Darkson. I am afriad you tow aren't going anywhere." His statement shocked me and apparently, it shocked Auntie C also. Her mouth hung down and her eyes were bugged out of her head.
"You can't keep us here!" She yelled. She probably would've slapped the man had me not turned to me, grabbed me, and sat me back down on the hospital bed.
"The child here does not seem like he should be up and about just yet." He gae Auntie C a cold glare as her dug around in his pocket, pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil.
"So, Jackie. Mind if I call you that?" I didn't answer, her didn't seem to care. "As you know, your friend, Henry Miser, was severely injured today. You, being the only one near him at the time, are our main witness and prime suspect. I would like to ask you a few questions." He stretched his hand out to touch my shoulder. It took everything I had not to cringe away from him. I never really like being touched. No one ever touched me unless it was to hit or beat me. Auntie C rolled her eyes at my obvious hesitance.
"Now Jackie," Mare began. His eyes were cold and I didn't like them one bit. He smiled a sharp-toothed smile at me and I barely surpassed a shudder. "Coudl you please explain what happened this morning?" I spent the next ten minutes explaining what had happened. It took me awhile. The memory was shocked fresh in my mind. Miss Tooth caressed my hair and calmed me as Auntie C just left to smoke.
"You were found unconscious along with Mr. Miser. Could you please describe your attacker?" Wow. For such a creepy, nasty weirdo. He sure makes things sound...uh...important. "And how is it that Mister Miser received so many injurues and you only have a minor concussion?" My mouth hung open. Was he accusing me? I tried to describe my attacker, but all I could get out was
"His eyes. His eyes were so...dark.." Phil wrote some of what I said in his notepad. Eventually Auntie got tired of all the stupid questioning, I was one again dragged out the door. As we left I saw Miss Tooth and the two cops talking. I didn't hear all of what they said, but I heard most of it.
"Come on B! Just one date? One movie?"
"Mare! I told you! I'm not gonna try this again! We're through!" I couldn't help the small smile and giggle that escaped my lips. It was too cute! Big, bad Mare, with his big, beer belly, and greasy hair, with Miss B! She was so clean and small! I just couldn't see this happening. Auntie C wailed all the way to the car. She liked to make everyone think that she was great. Well, at least she did with the doctors she passed. She probably do the same with the cops, but she hated them still.
"Oh my poor baby!" She wailed, clinging to me as the doctors gave her sympathetic smiles and nods. I tried not to cring away from her. That would just make her angry. I. Just really didn't want to go back. I wanted to get as far away as I could. Maybe to Moscow. I always loved the snow. Maybe I could become a hobo, or a clown. I looked up at my aunt as she stopped to talk to a passing doctor. Asking if I was okay and if he knew anything. I sighed at her obvious flirtation. She glanced back at me and I could see all of the hidden rage and hate in those cold, brown eyes of hers. As she returned her stare back to the doctor, I had but one thing on my mind. You know, I think I'd be a very good clown. I mean, come on...who doesn't like clowns?