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Nathaniel, a strong muscular med student stands alert and ready to run when the hospital elevator reaches his destined floor. I notice his brown wavy hair is plastered to his head, his brown eyes dart toward me, then the slow slide of the elevator door. "Keira?" My name falls from his lips, and I know it's more a greeting than a romantic gesture, but I can't seem to quell my budding attraction to this man who I know my mother would despise. "Hi." I am at once shy, but try to hide my blushing cheeks. He turns to leave, then spins quickly in my dirction. "We should meet up again. How about coffee at eight?" I'm taken aback, stunned actually, but I quickly hide my startled look with a smile and maybe a slightly eager, "Sure!" He steps from the closing doors with visible finality and accomplishment. "Ok. See you downstairs." I am humming to myself as the doors swishes closed with a hiss and a thump and the moving elevator sends my already knotted stomach in to a tail-spin. At the nurses' station, Olivia runs toward me. "You're late. Why?" I duck my head in shame. "The elevator took forever. Sorry." "If somebody were dying right now, would you be wasting your time apologizing and making lame excuses, or would you haul ass to try to save them?" "I..." "Don't answer me, Crawford! Just get to work!" I run and dress as fast as I can, almost sure she's watching me from around some corner somewhere. I wash thoroughly, then check the chart. The first thing under my name is meal delivery. Must be breakfast time. My happy feelings are instantly snuffed out when I see the first person I have to deliver food to. "Oh, you're kidding. You've got to be kidding." I turn to leave and see Olivia glaring at me from the doorway. "Kidding about what?" "Nothing, nothing." I quickly rush past and down the long hallway. When I reach is doorway with the cart, Ray is beginning to show signs of life as I enter his room. "Why are you always the one to bring me my food?" I know what's coming. I brace myself. "You people are always the ones delivering the food. Can't get a better job, can ya?" I know what he's referring to, but I'm not ashamed. No, I won't be ashamed. "Ok, ray. Here's your food. I'll be back to get your tray. Make sure you eat it all." He turns his good eye on me and glares. "Who are you to tell me what to do? You know I bet you my daddy had your people doing his work a long time ago, so don't you go and tell me what to do." I ignore him and leave the room almost forgetting my cart. My next stop is a bit better, but not by much. "You look fine today, Miss Crawford. Why don't you come give me a kiss." Oh no, not this. He's in this mood. I like him better when he's drugged. "Hi George. I brough your breakfast." "Yeah? I bet you brought me something else, too." "Nope. Just your breakfast." He pulls the tray closer and peers at it with disgust. "Why didn't you tell them I wanted my sweet roll?" I look at his plate. Eggs, hash browns, plain toast and sugarless coffee. "You're diabetic, George." "I know that. But they just don't want me to have anything nice. I bet you do though." I am keenly aware of his seductive stare. "No George. I'll see you later." "I hope so, Miss Crawford. I hope you've got something better for me besides food." I leave his room and notice that my next destination is far different from these...
I really like this. It's a touching story. It triggered some memories.
The next room I enter seems empty, but I know it's not. I know it's occupied, and its occupant is someone I haven't seen since that night. When I saw her name written on my list of breakfast deliveries, I nearly walked out of here. She lies against the pillows, her eyes staring in to mine with a very clear recognition of who I am. I am reminded for the billionth time of how her face is so very similar to mine. We have identical features, but twins can always see those subtle differences that no one else can. She raises a hand as if to strike me, and I reel back against the door frame. Her eyes are ablaze as they scan over my profile. She speaks, and I notice how weak her voice is, even though she's trying to convey a sense of toughness I know doesn't really exist. "What are you doing here, Keira? I don't recall being told you were working here." I stare straight in to her eyes, no longer afraid. "Well, I'm here. Here's your food." "Is that it? You're just gonna hand me my food and walk away like I don't exist?" "What do you want from me, Kaya? You run away over a year ago, get yourself in to drugs, screw up your life and never talk to us again. What do you expect me to do? You betrayed me, but I guess you're too self-centered to realize that. You left at a time when I needed you the most. It was important to me that you were there for my daughter's birth, that you were an auntie to her. But no, you're too selfish and pig-headed to see things the way normal people do. So, why are you here, anyway?" She glares at me, "You're not my doctor, Miss Upity Nurses' Aid, so don't you ask questions that aren't any of your concern. Give me my food and get out of my face. You don't know my situation. You don't know me." I am instantly hurt by the last remark but I still keep myself in check, "That's right, Kaya. I don't know you." I wheel out, my eyes blinking back tears. Stupid tears. Hateful tears. I am instantly returned to the moment my sister walked out of my life.
I sit on the edge of my bed, watching her throw her bag over her shoulder. She stares angrily at me. "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, maybe our mother wouldn't be in my business so much. It's your fault I'm leaving. Be glad she's letting you stay here. I'm sure if I got pregnan right now, she'd not hesitate for a minute to haul my ass out that door." She points toward the hall where the front door is, closed and locked. My heart feels like it's been jarred from it's place in my chest, and as if it actually happened, the baby jarrs inside me, pushing a foot in to my rib cage. "It wasn't my fault. You know that." I mumble. She turns quickly toward me, her eyes accusing. "Then whose fault was it? You're the one who went to the club, Keira. You're the one who chose to drink something that was given to you." "Yeah, but Kaya. I was raped. Do you get it? Raped. I didn't want to have sex. I didn't want it." She turns and leaves, and the front door slams behind her. And so begins my life...
Hmmmmm, this is interesting.
aww I like it. The plot seems really good
I really like this. It has a good plot, and seems like a really good story.