Chapter 34: The hospital

After explaining to Ms. Hernández that we need to go because of what had happened to her mother and she wasn’t feeling well and I had to help her to go home because she wasn’t feeling well, what she accepted and tried more clumsily rather than other thing to show sympathy to Niki. So after retrieving what we needed from the classroom Niki literally hauled me to the school exit, she was walking so quickly that I couldn’t keep up with her.

“Hurry up!” She said for the hundredth time.

“Yes, yeah.” I responded as I tried to catch up my breath.

‘Seriously this time after my ankle heal I’m starting to do jogging or some other physical exercises.’ I thought.

“Do you have a car?” I asked trying to know by which mean we would get to the hospital.

She stopped and looking at me confused like I don’t know what you mean by that.

“How will we go to the hospital, that why I’m asking if you have a car.” I said for explanation.

“We need to catch the bus I don’t have my driver license yet.” She said and resumed walking as quickly as before stopping if not more quickly.

The bus a whole new experience but not as bad I thought it feared. The course from school till the hospital took nearly half an hour, was like mechanics at each bus stops some people exited and others climbed in. The only weird thing was a old lady who spent the entire journey looking at me intensely and hardly blinked for more that a second. At first I thought I was being other sensitive because of all the stuff that was happening but after twenty minutes of being the goal of her direct inspection I wasn’t feeling like it was just my thoughts playing pranks at me. But I had to consider the fact that maybe it wasn’t me the one she was looking that way, Niki was seated next to me, so from where was located the old lady she even was looking at me or at her or maybe to the person behind us.

“Do you know her?” I asked her when I couldn’t bear the suspense anymore.

“Who?” Niki ask distantly like her thoughts were faraway.

“The old lady in front.” I signaled at her but taking avoiding to be caught. “The one with the black coat, she has been staring at us continuously since we climbed in the bus.”

“Her.” She say and let out a laugh. “Don’t mind her, it’s crazy Agnes.”

“Crazy Agnes ?” I asked not understanding what she meant by that.

“Yes, she is a bit crazy. She spent most of her life in and out psychiatric hospitals, I heard that she claimed she can see and talk to spirit and even when she was twelve she was talking to the spirit of her dead twin sister who supposedly died drown into Columbia river but they never found her body. But my grandma told me that for sure Angie, Agnes twin sister, had ran away from home because of the abuse they suffered from their father and poor Agnes couldn’t bear the abandonment of the only person she loved and what their father had done to them so she is that way.” Niki said.

“Really, maybe she is true that her sister died into that river.” I insisted.

“Maybe but nobody knows for sure what happened to Angie.” She looked at me inspecting my face looking for something that I couldn’t guess. “You don’t think that she is true about her sister or the fact that she can talk to spirit ?” Niki asked me, looking at her eyes I could read that I would be as crazy as crazy Agnes if for a moment I believe that it was possible to see and even talk to spirit.

“No.” I said, it was the only thing to say and what she hoped to hear.

People fear what they can’t understand, so I preferred to keep that to myself it was already too hard to be the way I was and if I have to bear the curious stares or even the mockery from people who don’t believe who knows if I wouldn’t be another crazy Agnes. It’s better that way, the less she knew the better for everyone.

“Thanks because there are some fools out there who thinks she is alright and she actually can see spirit and other lunacy like that.

“What do you think? It’s possible to see spirit?” I asked.

“Of course not and it crazy to think the contrary.” Niki stated categorically.

“But with all the testimony about people who have see spirits, phantoms and stuff like that aren’t you a bit interested to find out if some histories are true.” I insisted.

“No way, I don’t want to waste time on old superstitions that people had kept on for generations, if I don’t see one spirit for myself I won’t believe any of those made up histories.” She said.

“But there are TV shows about spirit hunters also medium even astrology, what did you say?” I asked.

“Yeah but those TV shows just display specials effects that anyone dog enough with a computer can do and for medium and astrology they are just put up histories and only gullible believe in them. She said.

Like most of people she had her own opinion on the matter and there weren’t any irrefutable proofs of the existence of spirits and other things related other that than scriptures and testimony of some people whom the majority wasn’t very reliable in their everyday life. Even if I could saw them myself I couldn’t openly say so because she would take me for some freak.

We climbed down to a bus stop near to the hospital and among the people who also climbed down was also Agnes and she seemed to be going to the hospital, I didn’t give it too much attention because I didn’t want to be paranoiac about everything that happened.

The only way I could describe the hospital is that is was a big construction. The first thing that strike me was the strong smell of antiseptic mixed with medicine and sick people, an indescribable smell. There were people everywhere, we entered by the emergency entrance and there were an ambulance stationed and two paramedics were bringing down a man on a stretcher.

“Where is your mom?” I asked.

“She is at the ICU?” She said and turn left after we passed the reception. It was my first time in that hospital that why I didn’t knew where to go so I followed her lead until the ICU.

“Where is your dad?” Niki asked when we stop in front of a room.

I took my phone to call him again, the first time I tried his phone was off but that time he responded right away.

“Hey Daisy, are you alright? Is something the matter?” That was my dad always caring that something must had happened.

“I’m fine dad, but you’re free now?” I asked.

“No but what happened?” He wanted to know.

“I’m at the ICU, can you come please?” I said.

“What? ...what happened? Did you hurt yourself? Did have an accident?” With all those questions I couldn’t almost not understand what he was saying.

“Wait dad, I’m fine ...I’m fine.” After saying that he stopped talking so I continued. “ It’s not for me, it’s my friend can you come please?”

“I’m coming, where are you?” He asked and I told him the room number and we stayed there waiting for him.