My heart started racing.
______ was awake. ______ was awake.
That was the only thought going through my head.
You'd think that after eight months of waiting for this I would have planned out what to say, right?
Nope. I just stood there, mouth wide open.
She wasn't looking at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Instead, she was facing a doctor stretching out her left arm.
Eventually, he noticed my presence.
"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing here? This room is off limits to everyone but those who work here and close family."
My throat felt so dry. "S-she has no family," I manage to croak out. "I'm the closest thing to family she has."
Sadly, that was true. When we were 7, ______'s parents had been killed in a fire that engulfed their home. The only reason she was still with us was because she had been at a sleepover at my house. We-meaning Francis, ______ and I- had been devastated at the news. Her parents were some of the nicest people you could ever meet. Whenever we saw them, Mrs. _______ was always sure to give us some kind of sweets or cake, and Mr. _______ would pick us up and spin us around and around his head until we were dizzy. As we were only 7, we didn't really understand what was going on, only that they had been hurt, and we couldn't see them anymore.
After that, ______ went to live with her only living relative, Miss Elizabeta. She was a lot like Mr. and Mrs. _______, and she ended up moving out to our neighborhood so that ______ wouldn't have to leave her friends behind.
But that didn't last very long.
When she was 10, ______ came home one day to find Miss Elizabeta lying motionless on the floor. When we were older, we found out that she had suffered a stroke. But at the time, all it meant to us was that ______ was in danger of leaving.
After the funeral, ______ went and lived with Francis and his brother and mom.
But that didn't last very long either.
Francis's mother ended up passing when we were around 15, and it sent ______ over the edge. She had always been a little on the superstitious side, and started believing that everyone who took her in would only end up dead.
That's how she ended up renting an apartment and living on her own, with no family.
The doctor slowly nodded, as if he didn't quite buy my story. Turning to ______, he said "Is this true, Miss?"
She looked up at the doctor and I, her face twisted up in confusion.
Suddenly, she burst into tears.
"W-who are y-you?"