Good Enough

Chapter 29- The great escape.

*~*~Natasha's P.O.V~*~*

My eyes flutter open slowly and excruciatingly; the smell of antiseptic overwhelming my nostrils. As my eyes open, I come face to face with a plain white ceiling. The sound of beeping and machines whirring can be heard beside me.

This seems familiar.

Slowly and carefully, I look around; attempting to find someone, anyone. But I don't see anyone. Though I can hear distant voices talking, I can just about make out what they're saying.

"She's absolutely fine. We have no idea what's wrong with her. There's absolutely no reason she should have fainted. At first we thought that it was maybe shock, but after the tests, we can determine that it isn't the case. We're sorry, but there is simply nothing wrong with her." An extremely familiar voice says.

Are they talking about me?

"But then why did she faint. I highly doubt that my daughter has a fainting problem, doctor. So please, I'm begging you, find out what's wrong with her." Another familiar voice speaks.

Mom.

"I'm sorry Miss Pearson. But there's absolutely nothing we can do. We can't even prescribe any medicines because we can't actually determine what the cause of the problem is. She's fine now, and you can can take her home after you have filled in all of the forms, but just make sure to be extra careful with her." That same voice from before answers my mom.

What exactly happened?

"Bu-

"Yes doctor. Thanks so much for your help. We really appreciate it." My mom begins to speak but is cut off by a masculine, deep, sexy voice.

Brody.

"You're welcome. But there's no need to thank me, it's my job. I'll just be right back with the forms you need to fill in, because she did faint, therefore we need to take everything into account and take signatures to investigate further, and then you can take her home." Who I can now confirm is the doctor, speaks.

Wait. Am I in the hospital?

And then it all comes back to me. The picnic. The walk. The screaming. Brody. And then the darkness.

I can then hear distant retreating footsteps of who I'm assuming is my doctor. Then, afterwards, I hear the door to my room open as two very familiar people step inside.

"Hey, you're awake." My mom exclaims quietly as soon she sees me; grabbing my hand and clasping her fingers around it tightly. She then takes my hand and moves it towards her face; kissing it gently. A tear slips down her face and drops onto my hand; warm and salty.

Using my free hand, I reach up to my mother's face, and wipe away some more falling tears.

I don't like seeing her cry because of me.

"Oh sweetie. Are you ok? Is your head fine? You feeling ok? No pain, or-

"Mom. I'm fine. Really. I don't even feel unfine." I attempt to reassure my mother; smiling widely at her. And it was true though, I felt absolutely fine. Fit as a fiddle. As healthy as a worm.

Although, I'm not sure that unfine is actually even a word.

"Are you sure?" My mom questions as she places the back of her hand against my forehead, most likely checking to see it if have a fever or anything. Worry is evident on her features.

I grab my mom's hand from my forehead and squeeze it tight within both of my hands. I smile even wider as I speak.

"One hundered percent sure." I repeat.