Dead Anyway

Emily Odell doesn't have the best life. When a hurricane hits and kills the family she loves, it's even worse. In the aftermath, the item left in the rubble she's most interested in is a business card. Weird much? Well, the card has the address of some crazy old gypsy lady on it, and Emily gets the idea that this woman might have something to do with the odd fact that everyone in the house but her died. Meeting the gypsy has a death curse involved, and Emily is determined to make the last days of her life the most memorable. But will she have enough time before death?


19. Hospital

Somewhere during the ride, I doze off, and when I awaken I'm in a hospital bed, still in my grass stained jeans and bloody shirt. My aqua Keds sit on the floor beside me, clear of filth or blood. I touch my nose and it's clean and bandaged. My arm is in a aqua cast that matches my shoes. There are two signatures on it - 

With love, Angela 


Love you, babe! - Max

I know they've been to see me. I sit up and there's a tray on a cart next to my bed. It holds clear Jell-O, clear broth, and white pudding. I see a colorless theme. There are two glasses, one filled with ice cubes and the other orange juice. I sip the juice and it's fresh and crisp on my tongue, bursting with orange flavor. Then I suck an ice cube. There's a cord that says to pull in need of assistance, and I do pull it. A nurse walks in. "Hello, Emily. I'm your nurse, Eliza. How can I help you?" She smiles, and I smile back. I like her so far. "Hi, Eliza. I believe there are guests for me? Maxwell and Angela Hutten?" She smiles. "Ah, Angela. I spoke with her for quite a bit. Lovely girl. But yes, they are here. Would you like to clean up before I bring them in?" I look down at myself. "I would. I can do it myself, right?" I ask. "As long as you're comfortable with it. If you need any help, just holler." "Thank you. You're a very good nurse, you know," I tell her truthfully. She smiles. "And a good patient you are." She click-clacks out of the room on her high heels. I go over to a white cabinet and see I have a selection of colored robes. I withdraw an aqua one. Aqua is the best color by far. I also take and aqua towel and head into the bathroom. I scrub myself head to toe and barf in the shower (I knew I had to have hangover at some point) and wash my hair. I toss my filthy, ruined clothes in the trash and dry myself with the towel. I slip on the robe, then sit down on the bed. I comb every lasting knot out of my hair, the wolf down my... um... meal (I don't know if it's breakfast, lunch or dinner) of empty, colorless substances. It doesn't fill me at all. I crunch the ice gladly, but I do dump the orange juice down the drain. Then I hear a knock on the door. I have visitors.

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