Samantha's P.O.V
3 months later...
I have finally been promoted to code green. Usually, for good patients like me, it doesn't take this long, but under circumstances of how I got here on emergency entry instead of on a waiting list, I had to stay longer. Luckily, I should be out very soon if I have a good week.
I packed up my few belongs in a box. My few clothes, my picture frame of my brother, my father, and me at a park on the monkey bars, a blue throw pillow that I used as an everything pillow at my home, and a tiny white teddy bear that we stuffed in code yellow as a coping, calming exercise. I call my bear Richard. Don't ask me why.
I waved goodbye to my code yellow roommate who never talked, and then walked into the hallway where I was guided by a nurse downstairs to code green. I held my box of shit close to my chest as the nurse swiped her key card to the code green area. The door clicked, she opened it for me, and I nodded my head as a thanks.
I saw this floor was much more peaceful then the other levels. Some people sat around the TV watching it. They watched the TV rather mindlessly, but at least they were being calm and doing something unlike any other level. Some people sat at a fold-able table playing some silly card game, laughing and talking among themselves. These people really didn't see mental at all. But then again, they have probably been her for a long time improving.
"Hello!" A nurse greeted me from my blind spot. I jumped a bit and turned my head to see them.
"Um... Hi?" I said back.
"Welcome to green! This is basically the last step of your journey!" The joyful nurse said. Some journey. I didn't travel even a mile, or get out of the building in three months. I wouldn't call this a journey. "Now like most patients, I will show you your room and find and introduce you to your roommate." She said. "But then, you have something special in store for you at the front desk."
Of course I had something waiting for me at the front desk. Niall only told me once every phone call that I needed to hurry to code green. He was something else.
I shook my head in reply. "Okay!" She said. Then she made eye contact with the nurse who guided me down here. "Brenda, you can return to the yellow level." So Brenda waved off and made her way up to her level.
"So," The new nurse began. "I believe your room is number 18, so we can head that way now." She wagged her finger at me like I was some kind of puppy, then led me to room 18. We went through the halls until we found room 18 right next to a painting of a single tree blowing in the wind. That will help me remember what room is mine. The one right next to the hair dryer tree.
She put her hand on the door handle and swung the door wide open. Luckily, there was a door stop, but then all I could think of was maybe this nurse is a patient who is just incognito. The door slammed against the wall and she trotted like a pony inside. I followed her with my 'wide load' in my hands. "You can put your stuff on the shelf by the door there hun."
She can act like a crazy bastard all she wants to, but call me hun again and I might have to go back to code violet.
I shoved my box on the shelf that was rather low, but I was a bit tall so it may have just seemed lower. I wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs and watched the nurse to see were to go or what to do next. But for a while she just stood there smiling. Something was screwed up about this lady, and frankly, it was creeping me out. "Um..." I said clearly a little weirded out.
"Oh!" She giggled a bit. "I was in a daze sorry about that! Just trying to figure were your roommate would be..." She tapped her head, and finally got an imaginary light bulb over her head. "She is probably in the library. Come. Follow me, I want to introduce you." She wagged her index finger at me again. Okay, at this point I know not just mentally unstable people would find her odd.
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