A smile for Dee (I'm currently removing it, read the new version)

Chapter Five: whispered secrets and hidden letters, part I

Watching Dee I sense the difficulty she’s having breathing, her trembling fingers grip onto the beds banister.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax not to hard okay, here take your puffer. Now give me four small breaths, that’s right easy there. Good.” Vanessa cooes while she assists Delilah with her puffer.

“Renée, do you mind if I stay for the night, I think I should monitor her breathing for at least twenty four hours. Besides I want to get her back on a therapy plan.”

“Sure, definitely you’re welcome to stay anytime, and you’re right she should probably go on a therapy plan.” Renée nodded her head approvingly. What therapy plan? Glancing to my side Natasha sits quietly, eyes down cast.

“Hey Nat?” I call.

“Hmm”

“What’s a therapy plan?”Natasha stares blankly at me.

“A therapy plan is basically when a patient who suffers from any lung related diseases use a volumetric exerciser, which basically helps the patient exercise and increase their lung capacity. We make a therapy plan out of this. Delilah used to use a volumetric exerciser she had a plan to follow which is the therapy plan. She’s going to go back on it though.” Vanessa answeres, pausing she packed the last of her equipment. Leaning onto the wall, her chocolate brown eyes looking directly at me. I took my time admiring her, her thick long lashes, slim and lean body and her non aging features. She's definitely someone to idolize. Only in her mid thirties, she’s a successful surgeon, general practitioner and a respiratory therapist, she’s someone to respect. So is Renée, a powerful CEO managing a thriving company. Snapping out of my daze, Vanessa chuckles to herself.

“You’re staying for the whole summer aren’t you?” her question directed towards me. Standing up Natasha along with Renée leave the room.

“Anyone want a coffee?” popping her head in to the room one last time, Renée asks. Both Vanessa and I shake our heads.

“Umm, yeah, is there something you wanted Vanessa?” watching her tap her fingers on her chin, she clicks her fingers.

“I think I should teach you what to do just in case Dee has another attack!”

“You’d trust me with that sort of responsibility?”

“Bianca, you and Delilah have been friends since diapers why wouldn’t I trust you. Besides the only person who has to trust you is Delilah herself. Don’t you Delilah?”

Looking over at Dee, I realise she had been awake this entire time. Sitting there listening and watching the world go by.

“Delilah honey, you trust Bianca don’t you?” My blue eyes find Dee’s green ones. She’s grimacing, her emerald green eyes travel between her aunt and me. I would say she’s worried but her face is blank of any emotions. Swallowing around the lump forming in the back of my throat, Vanessa clears her throat nervously. she turns to leave the room a smile playing at her lips.

Staring into Delilah’s eyes I look for any tell tale signs of the friendship we used to have. Her eyes hold nothing, blankness is what they carry. I can look into them forever and I’d find nothing. The old Dee, the one I grew up to love as a sister, the one who stood beside me in every obstacle in life, is gone. Forever.

Stepping closer towards her, she shut her eyes close turning to the opposite direction. I can’t accept that she’s gone, I won’t.

“Delilah do you trust me?” quite, she kept quite staring at her lap silently.

“Delilah. Do. You. Trust. Me?” Taking a seat on the edge of her bed I make a move to hold her hand, grasping her hand out of my reach I feel a pang of hurt soar through me. Plastering a fake smile I look back up at her.