For some strange reason I wasn't mad. I grabbed a pen and wrote her a note back.
I'm not mad at you for what you did. I have to do something tonight. It was a boy and now I have to tell him something extremly important. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor, and be the intern that watches me tonight. I won't ask you for anything else. ~Anastia
I left the note on the bed and went to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and closed the bathroom door. I took off the hopital gown. I found my comb in one of the drawers. There was a small knock at the door. I barely cracked it and held my arm out. "Hey it's Maria. Here is the shampoo and stuff. I brought the bag in and sat it down then pointed to the bed. I shut he door. I took the shampoo and conditioner out of the bag. I opened it and it smelled like strawberries. Mrs. Kelim must have told her this was my favorite kind. I carried the bottles into the shower and started scrubbing my hair. I felt really dirty from the past few days. Throwing up blood and all the medication they are pumping into me.
I ran some conditioner threw my hair, and began to comb through it. It was tangled, but atleast it was clean. I wrapped a lage towel around me, and peeked out the door. Maria was sitting in the chair reading a magazine. "Hey, I got note. I think it's really brave what your doing. So, let's make you look stunning, so he will regret doing that to you." She reached back behind her chair, and pulled out a plastic bag. She threw me some tight jeans and a black turtle neck. "Your way small than me, but I think they will work. I brought these clothes from home. There to big for me." I went back into the bathroom and changed. The clothes were really tight. It hugged my whole body. I walked out of the bathroom, trying to show her that I couldn't feel one little piece of cloth that could be pulled off me. "They are suppose to be like that. You clean up nice, kid. Your shoes are over there." I smiled at my old worn out converse. I slid them on, and instantly felt confort. I looked out the window and the sun was going down.
"Okay there is a hair dryer in the on call room, so follow me." She grabbed my hand and ran across the hall to the elevator. "It's on the first floor." She dragged me through the hall and into a bathroom. She started digging around under the sink until she pulled out a hot pink dryer.
I'm not mad at you for what you did. I have to do something tonight. It was a boy and now I have to tell him something extremly important. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor, and be the intern that watches me tonight. I won't ask you for anything else. ~Anastia
I left the note on the bed and went to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and closed the bathroom door. I took off the hopital gown. I found my comb in one of the drawers. There was a small knock at the door. I barely cracked it and held my arm out. "Hey it's Maria. Here is the shampoo and stuff. I brought the bag in and sat it down then pointed to the bed. I shut he door. I took the shampoo and conditioner out of the bag. I opened it and it smelled like strawberries. Mrs. Kelim must have told her this was my favorite kind. I carried the bottles into the shower and started scrubbing my hair. I felt really dirty from the past few days. Throwing up blood and all the medication they are pumping into me.
I ran some conditioner threw my hair, and began to comb through it. It was tangled, but atleast it was clean. I wrapped a lage towel around me, and peeked out the door. Maria was sitting in the chair reading a magazine. "Hey, I got note. I think it's really brave what your doing. So, let's make you look stunning, so he will regret doing that to you." She reached back behind her chair, and pulled out a plastic bag. She threw me some tight jeans and a black turtle neck. "Your way small than me, but I think they will work. I brought these clothes from home. There to big for me." I went back into the bathroom and changed. The clothes were really tight. It hugged my whole body. I walked out of the bathroom, trying to show her that I couldn't feel one little piece of cloth that could be pulled off me. "They are suppose to be like that. You clean up nice, kid. Your shoes are over there." I smiled at my old worn out converse. I slid them on, and instantly felt confort. I looked out the window and the sun was going down.
"Okay there is a hair dryer in the on call room, so follow me." She grabbed my hand and ran across the hall to the elevator. "It's on the first floor." She dragged me through the hall and into a bathroom. She started digging around under the sink until she pulled out a hot pink dryer.
