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Healing
Posted by Hannah, Jul 18. 52 views. ID = 1495
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Pearl smiled at Zane and Dhelyla as they stepped through the door. She knew she needed to leave soon, but she couldn't stand yet. She wondered how long it would take for her leg to heal.
"Hello Pearl," Dhelyla stalked up to the bed and sat down just next to Pearl.
"Hi," Pearl answered back, groggy and disorientated from the obscene amounts of morphine that was being pumped into her body. Pearl found that she didn't like morphine very much. She hated the tingling that covered her body when she needed more.
"How are you feeling?" Zane came up behind Dhelyla, looking out of place and uncomfortable in the brightly lit hospital.
"Good, thank you," Pearl looked behind Zane and raised her eyebrows. A tall, prim-looking woman stood just behind him. Zane turned around.
"Zane Knight, I am Pricilla Johnson, Pearl's case worker. Could I speak to you privately for a moment?" The thiry-something-year-old woman stressed the word privately nodding to Pearl and Dhelyla sitting on the bed together. Pearl could barely hear the woman, so she attempted to sit up to see her better. Dhelyla showed her the small remote that moved the bed up and down. Dhelyla seemed to not even notice the tall woman.
"Of course," Zane answered hesitantly.
Pearl knew that a case worker was the person who was in charge of her until they could shove her onto someone else. They knew she wasn't of the human adult age. In fact, she had a few years before she was a legal adult.
Zane and Pricilla stepped out the door and Pearl frowned. She could hear them talking, though just barely.
"Mr. Knight, I will make this fast as I am incredibly busy today. You are still in our databases since you adopted Dhelyla three months ago. Which means that if you were to help us out, most of the paperwork would be done already. I have been authorized to ask you to take in Pearl for a few months. There is no way she can go into one of our facility's as they cannot give her the individual attention that she needs." Pearl could hear Zane take a deep breath. Pricilla paused, and then went on, "You would, of course, be compensated for food and necessities such as clothes. I am willing to also give you a small amount of money for your trouble."
There was a short silence and Pearl could hear shuffling papers. Zane started to speak again but Pearl couldn't hear him. Dhelyla was talking to her.
"Pearl, your name is very pretty."
Pearl smiled and looked over to Dhelyla who was now sitting on the chair next to Pearl's small cot. "Thank you, Dhelyla is a beautiful name as well," Pearl answered.
"Yes, I think so too. My mommy named me Dhelyla. She told me that she had always wanted a daughter named Dhelyla." The young girls smiled and then looked to the door. Zane stood staring at her as she spoke. He had a strange look on his face, as if she had said something she wasn't supposed to.
"Dhelyla, we have to go, say good-bye please." Zane said the words quickly and then stepped out the door again. Pearl's brow furrowed in thought as Dhelyla said her good-byes and ran out the door.
As soon as she was alone, Pearl started to think of her family again. She had heard of the phrase "a broken heart" before but had always thought it was just a saying. Now she realized it was a real, physical injury. Since her family had been murdered she had felt a sharp pain deep in her chest. It was as if something large and sharp had lodged itself into her chest and stuck there, festering and seeming to never heal.
She remembered her beautiful new baby brother. How almost nothing could make him cry. He was practically born laughing. His incredibly long, blonde hair always looked as if he had been electrified by an eel. The thought made Pearl laugh. The whole family had loved the boy immensely.
Pearl's mother had been a beautiful woman. Her hair had been a strange, white-blonde color that she always wore loose, tumbling around her face. Pearl had loved her mother very much, but hadn't gotten along with her very well. Her father was a very different story. His curly, same-color-brown-hair-as-Pearl's always bounced around his head like Pearl's did when they laughed. They had more then just their hair in common. They both had the same loud, boisterous laugh and tendency to never stop smiling. He had a way of looking at life that made it seem barable. He saw the good in everyone, which led to his death. Oh, Papa, why wouldn't you listen to Mama?
Pearl missed her family extremely, but knew that they were with her still. She would see them again, she had simply to wait.
Pearl's thoughts went back to Pricilla's words. Pearl hoped that she wouldn't be on dry land for much longer. She missed the feel of the water touching her body and the smell of the ocean. She knew she was badly wounded, but she should be able to leave the hospital in a few weeks. Besides, she thought, I heal faster then humans.
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Comments
Mathax
Jul 18 | I keep on hearing this: "She had heard of the phrase "a broken heart" before but had always thought it was just a saying. Now she realized it was a real, physical injury." Is it true?
~Posted by Mathax, Jul 18 |
Mathax
Aug 10 | When is the next installment of this coming?
~Posted by Mathax, Aug 10 |
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