She looked over to the calendar the day read February, 17 2020. It has been five months since she checked into the hospital. After their rocky start they had finally become friends at month four. She still hasn't received any real treatment for her pain, but feels so much better than she has in years. She reaches over and grabs a new book she had received from a pile of books, on top of the pile is a little note 'from the best nurse, Tina.' 'I'll have to thank her next time I see her.' She looks over to the clock. '9:00 pm? I should try to get some sleep then.' She puts the book back on the table, and leans over to grab her newly prescribed sleeping pills and proceeds to take the recommended amount of two pills. She reaches over to turn off the light, when her vision starts to blur, she tries to grab the phone to call the doctor, when a sudden pain erupts form her stomach making her gasp in pain. She reaches out for the phone once again, only for it to fall off the table. She gasps again as another wave of pain makes her clutch her stomach, as she cries out in pain. Tears stream down her eyes as the pain increases. She calls out louder this time, hoping for at least someone to hear her. Black spots start to invade her vision. She can't hear the door opening, nor could she hear Trafy calling her name to try and hold on. She looked around with panic in her eyes looking for Trafy, once her eyes landed on his face, she smiled before closing her eyes completely. She awoke to hear the beeping of machines, and the sound of pen hitting paper. She opens her eyes and quickly closes them from the brightness of the overhanging light.
"Ow.." She looks over to the sound of the noise, to see her friend scribbling down something on a clipboard while overlooking the various machines.
"Good morning." She greets him with a hoarse voice. He looks down at her, with a tired smile.
"Morning."
"What happened?" She massages her head trying to relieve the oncoming headache.
"We almost lost you. You had a hernia in your lower intestine. It seems that the morgellons disease was a cover up disease. meaning you had a lot wrong with you. We are now treating you with several antibodies to try and counteract the multitudes of sicknesses you have contracted."
"Is that all?" She asks sarcastically. He grins at her reaction.
"It's good you didn't over react." She rolls her eyes.
"Come on you should know me by now, I don't sweat the stuff I can't control." She tries to sit up, but a hand prevents her from doing so. She looks up to Trafy with a questioning look.
"You are not allowed to move, doctors orders." He smirks at the last statement. She huffs at the last statement. He looks down at the clipboard in his hands.
"I had been working on a cure for morgellons before this, but with this random hernia. It looks like you'll have to stay a while longer." She looks at him, lost in thought.
"I don't mind, I just want to be free of this sickness." She looks up at him with a smile.
"I never got to ask, but why do you smile all the time? I mean you have every reason to not to, so why?" She looks down at her hands trying to formulate a good answer, but nothing good comes to mind. So her answer wasn't a good one, in her eyes she later told me. The reason was just as valid as any other.
"Why not?" She grins at her answer, and looks to the beeping machines. Giving her antibodies and other necessary fluids. She looks over at her heat beat monitor. Seeing it rise and fall, steadily. She turns her head to look at the clock. Its light read '5:00 Am'. She looks over to see the dark lines that have settled underneath The doctor's eyes.
"You need to get some sleep." He looks up from the clipboard, at the sound of her voice. He quickly looks back down.
"No, you're more important."
"No, you need sleep, who else is going to take care of me while I'm sick. If you're sick yourself?" He looks at her with a serious face, thinking over her words. He sighs knowing she was right.
"Why are you always right?" She smiles proudly.
"Because, I am." He walks out of the room, grumbling about something. Not too long afterwards Tina walks in with a clipboard in hand.
"Hey, Tina."
"Hey, Evy."
"Do you happen to know the good doctor's birthday?" Tina looks down at her with a curious smile on her face.
"I do, why do you want to know?"
"I want to throw him a birthday party!" Evy shouts.
"And how do you plan we propose to do that? He comes in here every day to check up on you."
"He has certain times he comes in every day. Usually at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. So, I'm thinking I would allow you to use my debit card, to buy the decorations and the gifts which I already have in mind. What do you say?" She grabs her face lost in thought, after a few minutes of thinking it over she nods her head yes.
"His birthday is coming up in the next two days. So, I hope the plans are already put together." Evy grabs her chest in fake shock.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" She pulls out a list from the top drawer in the desk.
"Here this is a list I made recently, of the things we will need to pull this off." She gives the list to Tina. She grabs the list and looks at it to see quite a few expensive Items on the list.
"This list is going to be expensive you know?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm not going to have a lot of money left after I pay off the medical bills but I'll make it work somehow. But it's all going to a good purpose so I'm fine with it." She smiles.
"Alright, just wanted to make sure you know." Tina walks out the door while looking at the list. Evy moves to sit back down on the bed, she picks up her new book and goes to her marked spot, and dives head first into the story.