Poisoned Blood

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I'm waiting. They better have called dad... I try to get up, the i.v. pinches my arm. I'm still dizzy, but I manage to get to the door. But the door is locked.... They locked me in... I get back to my bed. I cried. Please.....
"Dad please come" I whisper to myself.
​​The door opens and nurse Claire walks in. She saw me crying and wipes a tear off my face with a tissue. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed and she sits beside me.
"I'm really sorry..." She says.
"All I want is dad to come. You have no idea what it's like, knowing that there's a lethal poison running through your veins, as it could kill you anytime. I was always a healthy person. But now I could be killed without medicine. I don't want to die if something goes wrong..." I said with a few tears still running from my eyes.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. You shouldn't have to go through this, but nothing bad will happen to you. You're in good care. Your father should be here in about a half hour." She said.
I put my face in my hands. Claire pats my shoulder. I look up at her.
"Is there anything you can possibly do to get rid of this poison?" I ask.
"....No. There's not much we can do." She responded.
"How long do I have to stay here?" I ask.
"I'm not quite sure yet darling." She says, running her fingers through my long brown hair.
"I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I'm lonely. I get headaches and the i.v. hurts my arm every time it gives me a dose" I said, looking at my arm.
"I know" She whispers. "I gotta go do some things. I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you." She leaves the room. I think she locked the door too. I just stare at the wall. Just staring. Thinking. Thinking about my life, about how long I'm going to be here, when they can get rid of the poison, when I could die. A little while later the door opens. Nurse Claire and Dad walk in
"DAD!!!" I call and he walks over to me and gives me a big hug, being careful not to touch my one arm.
"Honey...." He says, not sure what to say.  "I'm so sorry" he whispers. "I brought your favorite stuffed horse." He says and gives it to me.
"Thank you..." I say and give it a snuggle. There's nothing wrong  with having stuffed animals. My favorite horse that my dad brought me is light brown and white, I named her Spirit.
"I also brought you some clothes, in case you didn't want to where hospital clothes." He says and puts the bag of clothes on the chair beside my bed.
"Dad......" I say and start to cry again, tears roll down my cheeks.
"Carnee, I...." Dad started to say but couldn't finish his sentence. He wiped my tears and hugged me tight again. "I'm so sorry this happened to you, I don't know why someone would do such a thing... But your going to be okay, I promise." He said, holding me.  "Dad. I'm scared, I'm in pain. I don't want to be here" I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder. Nurse Claire is still in the room.
"I'm not sure what to do Carnee... I love you" He says, running his hand down the back of my head and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He seems more worried then I am. He's afraid for me, he doesn't want to lose me. I'm everything to him, I'm his only child, and he would do anything for me, he's always treated me like his babygirl. He's very over-protective of me.
"Visiting time is up, Mr Campbell." Nurse Claire said.
"No, I'm staying with her longer." My dad said.
"I said time is up!" Claire said.
"No, she needs me. She's scared, she needs my support." Dad snapped.
"Don't make me get security!" She threatened.
"Dad! Nurse Claire, please! Let him stay!" I cry.
"I said no!" she responded. Dad stands up and walks over to her.
"She's mentally immature for her age and she depends on me, she needs my support, she needs me, she's pretty sensitive. Please let me stay so I can calm her down a bit" dad whispered, trying to convince Claire to let him stay with me a little longer.
"No" she said sternly.
"Okay, Carnee, I guess I have to go. But you will be okay, I will see you soon. I love you" He said and gave me another hug and starts to leave.
"Daddy, please stay!"  I whine, gripping his wrist.
"Honey, it's okay, I'll be back soon, I promise" he said, pulling his wrist away and brushing his hand down my cheek. "I'll see you soon, I love you" he said, kissing my cheek then heading for the door.
"Dad please stay!" I whined desperately.
"Mr Campbell, you must go, she should be fine" Claire said. Dad left. She closed the door and approached me.
"I'm trying to help you, you must follow the rules" She said.
"Bring him back, please!" I shout.
"Stop yelling! You told me to let you see him, and you did." She said. "I'll go get your dinner. I'll be right back."
"It wasn't enough time!" I whined.
"It was just enough, now be quiet, you need to rest and keep calm, no one knows what kind of effect the poison has on you, a raised heart rate could activate it more, you have to stay calm" she informed and left the room.
I laid back into the bed and snuggled my horse, thinking of dad and wishing he could've stayed so he could keep me calm. I feel lonely without him.
I was starting to fall asleep but nurse Claire came back with dinner. She placed it on a table that was over my bed. I sat up. Mashed potatoes, turkey, and carrots. It actually didn't look that good. I tried the potatoes, they tasted funny, the turkey was dry, I ate the carrots and had half of the potatoes and turkey.
"A doctor is going to come see you. I will go get him" Nurse Claire said. She took my plate with her. She comes back with a doctor, an older man, in his fifties I guess. Somewhat slim, average height. He had salt and pepper hair,  combed and slightly spiky. and wearing black pants and a lab coat over a dress shirt. He had broad shoulders and also had this weird thin vein bulging out against his skin next to his right temple
"Hello, I'm doctor Jonson." He said. He looks at my pulse monitor. He had a straight face, I must be fine then.
"I'm here to try to help your problem" he said.  "How are you?"
"How am I?! I'm locked in a hospital room alone, with poison pumping through my veins that could kill me!" I said, feeling kind of angry and stressed, I'm tired of the doctors taking my situation so lightly.
"Calm down. I know your having a rough time with this, you're stressed. I'm just going to take a blood sample, okay?" He said.
He walks up to me and pulls out a needle. I have a huge phobia of needles. He grabs my arm and was about to put the needle in, I screech and turn, grabbing the needle and stabbing him in the side with it, right above his hip. I grab the medicine pouch and start running to the door. Nurse Claire grabs me by my collar of the hospital gown. I choke and struggle.
"No! Leave me alone!" I screamed and fought against her grip. She pulls out a needle and injects me with something, "OW!" I yelp, then immediately start to feel sleepy and slowly fall into Nurse Claire's arms. Great. More needles and drugs. She picks me up, I'm really skinny, and only weigh about 99 pounds, and nurse Claire has muscles, she's pretty fit. She carries me to my bed and lays me down and pulls the covers up to my chest. The doctor pulled the needle that I stabbed him with, putting his hand over the wound, he was bleeding slightly.
"Take a sample for me please." He told Claire. She poked my arm with a new needle, the needle filling with my blood for the blood sample, then both of them leave the room.