Wanted

Chapter Four: Hear No Evil

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The hospital was busier than I thought it would be and it only added to my annoyance. I blame most it on Brett who was being a stubborn child to let things go. I finally gave him what he wanted and fought him. Just as I predicted, he got his ass kicked by me. However, I find it funny how I was the one who ended up going to the hospital and not him.

Towards the end of it, I noticed that one of the cars that was racing was growing dangerously closer but I wasn't in it's path. In fact, I was perfectly at a safe distance from it, but I couldn't say the same for Brett.

He was directly in front of the car that didn't show any signs of stopping for even slowing down. I couldn't stand by and watch someone get seriously hurt when I can do something about to stop it. Before I knew it, I lunged myself at Brett and pushed him out of the way of the car that zoomed by like lightening. I don't know how but I managed to dislocate my shoulder as I landed with Brett and it was not a good feeling.

The pain left me on the ground longer than I wished and spitting curse words like a waterfall. Joey and many of the bystanders rushed to my aid as Brett stared at me with disbelief. After it was popped back in by Joey and I reassured everyone that I'm as good as new, the crowd began to complement me about how nothing can stop me and they all began to cheer again.

Once Joey and I finally made it to my car, he would not stop bugging me about how I should go to the hospital to see if I hurt myself anywhere else. Despite the paralyzing pain I felt in the same shoulder I dislocated, I protested. I dreaded going to the hospital, especially that one. Of course, he would take no for an answer and fucken drugged me with whatever he had.

"I can't believe you drugged me," I mumbled angrily as I played with the tag on my wrist.

"I had no choice, you wouldn't listen." My only response to his statement was just a click of my tongue before the door opened revealing Randy and Celeste. It was six o'clock in the morning and to say that I was a grumpy mess as an understatement.

"Cindy! What happened?! Are you okay?!" Celeste ran to the bed and grabbed my hand, tears peeking in her eyes.

"I'm fine, this is nothing. I was just being stupid, that all. No need to worry." I calmed her down as Joey filled in Randy on exactly what happened. I didn't want her to know the truth behind this injury and I'm afraid that she'll grow up too fast, just like I did. I would do anything to prevent that from happening to her.

I want her to play with her friends, to have fun, and get in trouble for cheating on a test. I want her to be a kid, before the world starts to take away her innocents. I'm her big sister, I just want her to be happy and safe. Eventually, Celeste stopped asking me how I got here in the first place and the doctor came in.

"Your vital signs are normal, but I am a bit concern about your other injuries." He looked tired but he sounded like he got a good night's rest.

"What other injuries? I thought it was just the shoulder." Joey spoke up as he sat on the other side of the bed, across from where Celeste and Randy were at.

"These injuries don't look recent. Although there are signs of professional care, I didn't see your name pop up on the records. In fact, this is your first visit since-"

"Doctor Karev," I cut him off before he could finish that sentence. "I can assure you, that these past injuries are nothing to worry about."

"But why didn't you come to the hospital? These looked like some pretty serious wounds." He asked as he stared at me with curiosity swirling in his eyes. It was a good thing Randy stepped in because I didn't have a reasonable answer.

"With all do respects sir, I was the one who did it. I had some experience in the medical field, so she saw no need to go to the hospital if she had her very own doctor." Doctor Karev looked between Randy and me before sighing in defeat.

"Very well, seeing as you have nothing else wrong with you, I'll be back with your discharge papers and an excuse for physical education. I don't want you moving that arm too much."

"For how long?" Randy asked.

"For a couple weeks, maybe two and a half. Just to be safe, I want you to come back so I can see if it healed properly." My jaw dropped to the floor as he walked out the door without looking back.

"Are you kidding me?!" I shouted as Randy gave me a small chuckle to my reaction.

"You hear right kiddo, no fighting and most definitely, no racing." I groaned with frustration as I throw my head back into the pillow. Looks like my restlessness at night is going to go on longer than I thought.

After I got the discharged papers and a sling for my arm, I realized what floor we were on and couldn't help but stop by the door I have saw so many times. My eyes gazed at the women laying on the bed with tubes attached to her and the monitor announcing the rhythm of her heart beat. I felt a heavy hand rest on my good shoulder, bringing my out of my daze state.

"You thinking about going in this time? You know, instead of standing outside like a stalker." Randy's voice had a jokingly tone to it but it didn't have any effect on me. I know he was only trying to lighten the mood, but I wasn't really feeling it.

"Cindy?" Celeste tugged on my sleeve as she curiously looked the same room. "Who's that?" I blinked twice before looking down at my little sister.

"It's just one of mommy's old friends." I lied to her before we continued walking, getting further and further away from the room. From the corner of my eye, I could see her head constantly looking back.

"When is mommy coming home? I miss her." My chest tighten at her words and my heart ached. No words can describe how much it pains me to lie to my sister about our mother.

I'm almost glad that she doesn't remember anything from that day. Although I hate Mason for laying a hand on both of them, I couldn't help but think how Celeste would act if she did remember. I don't know how she'll react to it or how traumatized she'll get.

I can't even began to imagine what she would say or do to herself. Seeing something like that can leave a permanent mark on any one. It would affect the person emotionally and mentally. I'm not a hundred precent sure, but I have a feeling that Celeste would be completely different from how she is now if she did remember.