My murky brown eyes opened, my eyelashes blinking slowly, as if an effort to make my dazed vision clearer. I noticed a white ceiling, white walls, white beds, people dressed in white…I didn’t have to be an expert to figure out where I was.
I sat up suddenly, and realized that was a mistake. My migraine increased and I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips. My legs stung like an unreachable itch, and my back was equally in pain.
I observed my surroundings for the baby, but didn’t see him, instead, my jeans were rolled up, moist bandages covered my legs, there were machines surrounding me, medical radars stuck to me and a sign read I was in a different country.
“Where’s m…my brother?!” I asked a nurse who was scribbling down quickly on a notepad.
“Honey, he’s fine, but before you can see him, you have to be in a better condition and you have to answer some questions. First, how old are you?”
“And your name?”
“Alana Heart, please…”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sincerity rung in her voice but she ushered me along with more questions. “Now, your little brother,” She looked up, cocking her light eyebrows. “He IS your little brother right?”
“Why would you ask that?! Course he is!” My voice was shaking, hopefully he she’d assume I was still drowsy, but my posture was firm; I was sitting up straight, my legs were crossed in front of me and my arms were firmly planted across my chest. I was feeling very weak and I was using every ounce of strength to stay tense.
“He doesn’t look a bit like you!”
“Have you ever met my parents?!”
“No, but I’ve met his.”
I shut my eyes slowly, forgetting my posture; I deflated. I heard the unmistakable sound of the nurse’s shoes clip-clop onto the floor, and her warm arm slunk sympathetically over my shoulders.
“Oh Alana, don’t worry, Aaron will be fine. We’ll take good care of him. Hey, the last few days have been hard, just relax.” She tightened her grip on me as I tensed and stubbornly started to get out of bed.
“Lie down, you have some severe burns from the bomb explosion, it’ll be more painful if you run, just lie down till they heal.”
My tears started to come now, tears I had been reluctantly holding back for hours. I could care less if I looked ridiculous, I couldn’t care less if I looked looney, I cared about baby Aaron, and for some reason I felt we had to stay together, no matter what.
“Where will Aaron go, after he leaves from the hospital?”
The nurse shook her dark head. “I don’t know, I’m not in charge of planning that. Now you sleep, I’ll be back later.”
She patted my back and left. I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. I saw Aaron’s dear face, crying on the ash felt. His cries were quiet, but loud. He was desperate. I was desperate. I shook my head in anger, my legs still ferociously sore. I HAD to stay with Aaron, brother or not.
Unclipping and peeling off the equipment/radar thingies that were stuck to my body, I rolled my jeans over the bandages and grabbed my jacket, that was slung over a nearby chair, and cautiously crept out of the room. No doubt some alarm was going off, alerting my escape!
Trying to look and act casual, I tried to flatten my distraught hair, I slowed my swift pace, turned my jacket inside out, to a different design, and I ‘admired’ the dull paintings hanging on the wall. The pain was bad, my back and legs ached.
People stared at me, more than usual, and I don’t care if you call me paranoid, and I couldn’t help but notice their quizzical stares.
Anyways, first, I HAD to find Aaron, but I absolutely had NO clue where he was. For all I new he could be ANYWHERE!!
Finally, after much mental debate, I decided I would risk asking at the front desk. The worst that would happen would be the clerk accusing me, but I could run…right?
Swallowing hard, I approached the desk, a glass screen, for referring purposes had a hole in the middle of it, attached to the four walls that incased the receptionist. A door on her left gave accessing abilities easier, and she was furrowing her eyebrows at some paper work she was handling.
“Excuse me; I was wondering if you could tell me where a baby named Aaron is kept?”
She looked at me like I was daft, but asked one of the dreaded questions:
TO BE CONTINUED..............
Please ignore mistakes, I havn't read through it because I need to get off!
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