"Samantha, Samantha..." Barb shook her head with disappointment. I said nothing and just let her do her job.
"Didn't I tell you last time? Stop being so irresponsible with your health, child." she hissed in a disapproval motherly tone.
In a way, she was. Barbara Hartman was my nurse since I little. I knew better than to oppose her. Her daring green eyes and bold wine lipstick was intimidating at any age. after my incident in the pool. I woke up to Barbara's angry eyes. I knew I was in trouble but thank God, Rocky and Yael were there.
"I swear, if the heart attack doesn't kill you, you will kill any of us," she mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Heat attack..." I trailed off with a raspy voice. The chlorine in the pool had killed my vocal cords if hurt to talk. I could still taste the Clorox in my breath.
"Figure of speech." Barbara scolded but still gently checking my temperature. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to my visitors. Rocky and Yael sat in a corner of my hospital room. Seriously, I had no idea what I was feeling could actually send me to the hospital. Of course, I wouldn't know. I would've stopped if I knew. I said to myself.
"Sorry, I had no idea that a simple swimming lesson was going to send me straight to the ER." I fought back. Oops, bad choice Samantha. I said to myself as Barbara shoot me with a static angry look.
She looked serious, stressed and in a way worried. I was never like the other kids. Ever since I was little, I've been treated differently. My parents have never let me play outside like the other kids were allowed to. Their excuse, I was anemic and weak. I did remember, the too many nosebleeds that annoyed the crap out of me. The exhaustion that never let me do anything fun.
"Sorry..." I said with more empathy. Barbara sighed giving up.
"I know it's hard for you, but you know you ar-"
"Special." I cut her off.
It was pretty sad for me to see Aubrey always going out and play. Run around with her friends, while I just sat in a chair and simply watch. Mom phrase was, "Sammy, is a special girl." or "I was too young." though that pissed off Aubrey, it made me feel different. The gentleness in my mother's eyes when she said that; almost holding tears. I didn't understand what the big deal was, but boy. It was a big deal in the end.
"I know," I whispered to her.
Giving up on fighting with Barbara. That look in her green eyes always warned me, if-you-try-to-run-I-will-spank-you. And I knew she wouldn't care if my parent got angry.
"You're well known here," Yael interrupted our discussion.
He stood behind the arms chair where Rocky quietly sat. Arms crossed over his chest, calmly watching the nurse move around the room. Yael being the observant and smart guy he was, he probably had realized that it was better to stay out Barbara's way. I smiled at them as Barb moved to check my heart rate in the monitor and my progress notes in her charts. She sighed in distress and turned to check my pulse.
"Yeah, I'm just shamelessly weak," I told him, wincing as Barbara stung a needle under my thin skin. Giving me an accusing glare.
"I can't run away. I'm already lying down." I told her not hiding my annoyance at the pain but still, she warned me and turned her attention to Yael and Rocky.
"Yes, and it's always for the same reason. You can't sit your ass in a chair and stop overworking yourself," Barbara informed them with a heavy tone that warned them to be polite.
Yael noticed the desperation in the nurse's voice. He glanced at me analyzing but not saying anything. His big brown eyes just as concerned as Rocky's w...