"Sweety, hon, are Ты awake?"
My mind was still in a daze.... Who was this woman and why was she being friendly to me? And why was she waking me up?
I groaned just loud enough for her to hear, signalling that I was awake. Finally I found the strength to open my eyes.
It was the nurse at the local hospital, who I'd met just a few weeks назад at Galaxy Grocery. From what I'd hear of her, she was friendly to everyone, even her enemies. Though it's hard to imagine someone like her having any enemies.
"How are Ты feeling," Mrs. Joan asked.
I grimaced, but answered honestly. "Little sore."
She smiled. "That's only to be expected, honey. It will get better soon. Dr. Morrison сказал(-а) Ты should be able to get out of here in a few days."
Wow, a few days. "What all is wrong with me?"
She looked like she didn't want to answer. It wasn't in her nature to tell someone something she knew they didn't want to hear, but did so if they needed to know.
Mrs. Joan smiled and told me exactly what I had suspected to be wrong. Broken left arm, concussion, many bruises. Of course.
"I'm so sorry honey. Lacy"-she's the head nurse though she's younger than Joan-"said David Morrison, Dr. Morrison's son, brought Ты in."
"The doctor's son, the paper boy?" I know I've heard that name before, I just couldn't pick it out, other than the fact he's the doctor' son.
"Sure enough. He was going down to the Sanders' house, taking the shortcut through the main ally, and saw Ты layin' there, unconsicous!" She was terrified at the thought.
I let out a small humourless laugh.
"What's funny?" She was concerned.
I shook my head automatically. "Nothing, Mrs. Joan. Thanks for asking." I gave her a weak smile.
She sighed and looked away. Oh no. Not this question. I could feel it coming. "Where's Jonah?"
"Uhhhh. He, uh, he's uh ..." I was trying to fight back tears filled with anger and hearbreak.
Her face was appalled. It took her a good 10 минуты before she could speak. "Rebecca Alice, tell me ... tell me ..."-she was having a hard time trying to get the words out. She could tell by my expression that what she was about to say was true-"... it's wasn't Jonah... who did this to you."
Pain filled by face. I stoppped trying to fight the tears, letting them overflow.
"Yes." I broke out in sobs. "I - can'tremeber - itall! Just - just - being ... pushed. I - don't - don't - know ... what I - did - wrong!"
"Shhh, honey, it will all get better." She was crying with me, trying to feel my pain, though she couldn't get down the this level of helplessness out of pity.
She approached this Вопрос with carefulness and precise slowness. "What ... are Ты gonna do now? Where'd he go? Is he coming back?"
"No. He's not coming back." My answer was robotic. "And I have no idea what I'm gon' do."
"I'm sorry to tell Ты this sweety, but if Ты stay around here everyone around Ты will give Ты pity. I know you, Ты don't want anyone's pity, Ты do not need it. Ты can make it on your own. If Ты stay here, you're just going to have to battle everyone else. People aren't gonna look at Ты the same. Neither will the menfolk. You'll be damaged, a gift already unwrapped and thrown away. It's probably best if Ты leave and go Главная to your family. But not until Ты heal. Ты realize my point, right sweety?"
I'd already known this. Of course I know. I just shook my head and said, "Yes, m'am."
"Let me know if Ты need anything." She smiled and walked away. But before she left, she turned her head and smiled.
I didn't care how nice she was, she was probably the biggest gossip in town. All the women would know come noontime.
About an час later, if I had finally convinced Mrs. Joan to let me use her ink and paper, I wrote my sisters a letter.
"Dear Jessa, Emma, and Mariah:
I'm so sorry. I truly am. I cannot imagine the pain I've put Ты throw by leaving the way I did. I'm sorry that you've been the only ones there to help Mother around the house. I think I'm coming to visit for a while. I hope things aren't as bad off there as they are here. And ... Jonah is gone. Rest assured that I will never be seeing him again. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do или where I'll go, but I need to know that someone или something still cares for me. Please write back as soon as Ты can, so I will know whether или not Ты welcome me into what used to be our home. I completely understand if Ты don't. I do truly Любовь you. Forever and always.
-Rebecca Alice
Ok, this was a bad one. Just thought I'd go ahead and Опубликовать it. We'll soon get to hear the backstory to all this. ;)
A lot is in store for one of the smaller characters!
My mind was still in a daze.... Who was this woman and why was she being friendly to me? And why was she waking me up?
I groaned just loud enough for her to hear, signalling that I was awake. Finally I found the strength to open my eyes.
It was the nurse at the local hospital, who I'd met just a few weeks назад at Galaxy Grocery. From what I'd hear of her, she was friendly to everyone, even her enemies. Though it's hard to imagine someone like her having any enemies.
"How are Ты feeling," Mrs. Joan asked.
I grimaced, but answered honestly. "Little sore."
She smiled. "That's only to be expected, honey. It will get better soon. Dr. Morrison сказал(-а) Ты should be able to get out of here in a few days."
Wow, a few days. "What all is wrong with me?"
She looked like she didn't want to answer. It wasn't in her nature to tell someone something she knew they didn't want to hear, but did so if they needed to know.
Mrs. Joan smiled and told me exactly what I had suspected to be wrong. Broken left arm, concussion, many bruises. Of course.
"I'm so sorry honey. Lacy"-she's the head nurse though she's younger than Joan-"said David Morrison, Dr. Morrison's son, brought Ты in."
"The doctor's son, the paper boy?" I know I've heard that name before, I just couldn't pick it out, other than the fact he's the doctor' son.
"Sure enough. He was going down to the Sanders' house, taking the shortcut through the main ally, and saw Ты layin' there, unconsicous!" She was terrified at the thought.
I let out a small humourless laugh.
"What's funny?" She was concerned.
I shook my head automatically. "Nothing, Mrs. Joan. Thanks for asking." I gave her a weak smile.
She sighed and looked away. Oh no. Not this question. I could feel it coming. "Where's Jonah?"
"Uhhhh. He, uh, he's uh ..." I was trying to fight back tears filled with anger and hearbreak.
Her face was appalled. It took her a good 10 минуты before she could speak. "Rebecca Alice, tell me ... tell me ..."-she was having a hard time trying to get the words out. She could tell by my expression that what she was about to say was true-"... it's wasn't Jonah... who did this to you."
Pain filled by face. I stoppped trying to fight the tears, letting them overflow.
"Yes." I broke out in sobs. "I - can'tremeber - itall! Just - just - being ... pushed. I - don't - don't - know ... what I - did - wrong!"
"Shhh, honey, it will all get better." She was crying with me, trying to feel my pain, though she couldn't get down the this level of helplessness out of pity.
She approached this Вопрос with carefulness and precise slowness. "What ... are Ты gonna do now? Where'd he go? Is he coming back?"
"No. He's not coming back." My answer was robotic. "And I have no idea what I'm gon' do."
"I'm sorry to tell Ты this sweety, but if Ты stay around here everyone around Ты will give Ты pity. I know you, Ты don't want anyone's pity, Ты do not need it. Ты can make it on your own. If Ты stay here, you're just going to have to battle everyone else. People aren't gonna look at Ты the same. Neither will the menfolk. You'll be damaged, a gift already unwrapped and thrown away. It's probably best if Ты leave and go Главная to your family. But not until Ты heal. Ты realize my point, right sweety?"
I'd already known this. Of course I know. I just shook my head and said, "Yes, m'am."
"Let me know if Ты need anything." She smiled and walked away. But before she left, she turned her head and smiled.
I didn't care how nice she was, she was probably the biggest gossip in town. All the women would know come noontime.
About an час later, if I had finally convinced Mrs. Joan to let me use her ink and paper, I wrote my sisters a letter.
"Dear Jessa, Emma, and Mariah:
I'm so sorry. I truly am. I cannot imagine the pain I've put Ты throw by leaving the way I did. I'm sorry that you've been the only ones there to help Mother around the house. I think I'm coming to visit for a while. I hope things aren't as bad off there as they are here. And ... Jonah is gone. Rest assured that I will never be seeing him again. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do или where I'll go, but I need to know that someone или something still cares for me. Please write back as soon as Ты can, so I will know whether или not Ты welcome me into what used to be our home. I completely understand if Ты don't. I do truly Любовь you. Forever and always.
-Rebecca Alice
Ok, this was a bad one. Just thought I'd go ahead and Опубликовать it. We'll soon get to hear the backstory to all this. ;)
A lot is in store for one of the smaller characters!