Thursday Night Escape- Part Six

 Part Six-
(Name) stared at Sollux for a moment before she started to poke his face, trying to wake him up.

   “Hey Sol,” she croaked, “Sol, wake up. Come on, Sol.” Sollux groaned and twitched a bit, but did not wake up. The girl sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Was this a dream? Or was the other world a dream? She didn’t know, even if she was sure this was real, but you can never be too sure, right? Conflicting emotions raged through her, as much as she hated her mother for hurting her, she was still (Name)’s mother and as they say, mother always knows best

 A few minutes later a nurse walked in and saw that (Name) was awake.

   “Y-You’re awake!” the nurse exclaimed.

   “And?” the girl said in a raspy tone, her voice out of tune from not being used for months.

   “You’ve been asleep for three months! We thought that you’d never wake up.” the nurse said, still a bit surprised that she was awake.    
   
   “It was only three months, not years.” she said in a flat voice, though this was a shock to her as well. The nurse opened and closed her mouth several times, not sure how to respond to the unusually sassy girl, so the nurse ran to get a doctor.
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 The naturally white haired doctor hung up the phone and closed his near white eyes. The woman he had given the baby to had turned out to be the worst idea of his life. Not only was the woman emotionally abusive, she was physically abusive as well. He hadn’t liked her then and he doesn’t like her now, he doesn’t even know why he let her take the poor orphan child in the first place. And she’s asking him to find her after three months? Like hell he was going to do that.

   “Doctor, your patient, (Name) (Last Name), is awake.” a frumpy nurse said.

   “I know she is awake.” the doctor replied, “I wish you had told me sooner.”

 The nurse murmured an apology and scurried off. The man held a hand to his head, another long day ahead of him.  He might as well go to his patient before she falls asleep again, into her perfect little world.

 When he got into her room he greeted her,
 
   “Hello (Name), I’m your doctor, Doctor Scratch, and  how are you this fine day?” (Name) looked over to him.

   “How do you think? I just woke up, realizing that this isn’t a dream and that my mother near killed me three months ago. Also, I can’t seem to wake up my friend no matter what I do to him. So, all in all, horrible.” she replied testily and she looked away.

   “I had a feeling you were going  to say that.” he replied, sighing. (Name) didn’t answer, she was tired of people she didn’t know talking to her. She wished she could go back to sleep and pretend that this was a dream. She was about to close her eyes when the doctor’s smooth voice stopped her,

   “Now now, (Name) you don’t get to sleep yet, I am not done talking to you.” (Name) blinked and motioned for him to go on. “You see (Name), we had eased up on the medicine that had put you into a coma until we stopped using it at all, so do not think that you can go back into your coma. Also, I wish for you to know that your ‘mother’ is looking for you. In fact, she had asked me to find you and give her your location. I did not give it to her, of course. She is a horrible host to you. I also wish for you to know, she is not your real mother. You are, and most likely always will be, an orphan. Unless your father is not dead and I know we can take DNA tests, but I would like to see how things pan out. Might I add that your friend here will wake up once you fall asleep, so hurry up and fall asleep (Name) and sweet dreams.” the man finished and pat (Name) on the head. (Name) could feel her eyelids get heavier and heavier. Damn that doctor for making her so sleepy and did he just pat her head? Oh well, it’s not like it mattered right now. What mattered was getting this sleepy feeling to go away, right after this short nap.