Emma POV
12/07/14
I think my legs won't work anymore.
They have been asleep since Grace and Cody left.
I've just been staring out the window since I got here, only being interrupted by doctors coming in to ask me the same useless questions.
"What is your name?"
"Emma."
"How old are you?"
"14."
"Who was the first president of the United States?"
"George Washington."
"What is your mother's maiden name?"
"I don't know."
"Father's first name?"
"No idea."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, Emma. Thanks for answering our questions."
They all filed out giving me the chance to say what I had been wanting to saw since I got here.
"F*ck," I sighed.
A small laugh came from the door, "Yeah, same here."
I looked up and saw a boy about my height with dark brown hair.
He was holding a blanket.
"I brought you this in case you got cold," he said.
"Thanks,"
"James," he said.
"Thanks, James."
"You're welcome."
"So have you been here very long?" I asked.
"Exactly a month, actually."
"Oh. Is it this boring all the time?"
"No, if you get the chance to go hang out with Grace in her room, that's fun. The roof is cool. Helping out with the little kids is cool, too."
"Oh."
"You want to go to Grace's room? She has books and a DVD player," he asked.
"I'm not allowed to get up," I replied.
"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow."
"See you."
YOU ARE READING
The Fourth Notebook
Teen FictionFour teens, one hospital. Meet Cody, Grace, James, and Emma. Each is in the long term ward for different reasons. Grace is afflicted with brain tumors. Cody is a drug addict. James is suicidal. And Emma? Well for now I'll tell you she's... special. ...
