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.
She guided me down the hallway until we found the large sign that indicated the library. The door was already open, so luckily she had no need to break it down, and we walked right in. The room was in dim lighting, and it smelt like old comic books and dust. No one was in there, is what I thought originally, but then I heard a book open in close in one of the isles. It slightly made me jump for the second time today, but it didn't really scare me.
"Elly-Ann, are you here?" The crazy nurse said.
"Yeah," I heard in a slight whisper.
The nurse leaned toward me. "That is your roommate. You don't really want to disturb her too much because she has a short temper." She said. "But other than that you should be fine!" She reassured me. "Now go introduce yourself and I'll wait right here."
She nudged me forward a bit, and I looked back at her and gave the evil eye. I just don't like being touched by the crazys okay? I slowly walked down and looked down each isle. I heard the ruffle of pages in a book, and suddenly saw her. She was a short girl, with bony legs and pointy elbows. She had rectangle glasses and her hair was brown but had natural ginger red in it as well. She looked young, unlike my other roommates, so maybe she was around my age.
"Um, hi..." I quietly said to her.
She had her hand on a book in the shelf and looked over at me. Her eyes were bright green, and kind of threatening. "Hello," she greeted me. She looked back at the book, and took it out.
"I am kind of your roommate now..." I said awkwardly. She wasn't a talker clearly and neither was I, this was a odd conversation. If it was even a conversation.
"Good," Elly-Ann said. She opened the thick book and skimmed through a few pages. She then bent down and put the book on top of a huge stack of books. "The room was getting too quiet without the old roommate there." She turned her attention to me. "I'm Elly-Ann." She reached her hand out.
I shook her hand. "I'm Samantha."
She took her hand away and coughed. Probably from all the dust. "So Samantha, what'ca in for?"
She made it feel like I was in prison. What was I in for? Something was screwed up with me is all I could say. I mean why else would I be in here for? "Just," I paused for a few seconds. "Just for managing depression and cutting myself."
"Hmm." She said, her face showed no emotion.
"What are you here for?" I returned the question.
She smirked. "Coping with melancholy, parental maltreat, and just being undernourished."
Oh God. She used big words. I bit my lip. I wasn't too bright, but I'll pretend I know what melancholy and maltreat is. "Oh." Is all I managed to say.
"In other words," She began like she read my mind and understood I didn't know those words. "I am mentally whacked out and belong in here for a LONG time."
It made me smile a little in her choice of words, and at first I thought it was wrong to grin. But then she sighed and smiled. "Well you might want to get out of here before I explode on Nurse Fucktard over there." She itched her shoulder. "Already she is making me itchy. And I don't want a ride back to the silent room."
I chuckled a little. "Okay. I'll see you later I suppose."
She saluted me with two fingers weakly. "Yeah, later."
I made my way back to the nurse and without a word, she led me out of the library. Something tells me she is a little scared of that tiny girl Elly-Ann. It made my mind laugh to think she feared a girl about 5'0.
We made it to the front desk in no time and the nurse there was typing away on her computer. "Hey Dena!" Nurse Fucktards greeted her.
"Hello." She said with a bright smile.
"Dena, we are here to pick up that package for Ms. Samantha over here."
Dena stood up. "Oh yes," She went over to the other side of the desk and knelt down on the floor. She rummaged through some items on the shelves under the counter, and finally popped back up with a brown box in her hands. "Here it is!" She slid the box across the counter to me. I grabbed it with both hands and before I could do anything, Dena had more to say. "You also are going to have to open it right here so we can verify what you have gotten."
What was this? The CIA? I am sure nothing in the box was going to explode or be sharp for me to hurt myself. But I shrugged it off and tore off the top flaps of the box. There was a tone of bubble wrap, so I grabbed it all and unrolled it in my hands. It went on seemingly forever, but finally it stopped and out dropped a lime green rectangle. Suddenly I began to blush for no real reason.
No way had Niall got me this.
Why did he get me this?
It was so nice.
I turned it around to reveal the touch screen and I pressed the only button. The screen lit up and showed me the time. It was an phone. A nice phone too.
My face kept getting redder and redder. He got me a phone. And because I was on the green floor people were allowed to use their phones just without the internet. I could call him on the phone.
I smiled revealing my teethy grin. I was happy. I never was a materialistic person, but this item meant more then just what met the eye.
It meant someone cared enough about me, they wanted to get me something cool and expensive. When things aren't cheap it shows the person really is there for you.
Niall is there for me.
That is why I blushed and blushed so hard.
Niall cared about me.