The Widows Daughter

Part forty-eight

(Chloe's POV)

Was I right about my mother?

Yes. Yes I was.

Almost immediately after arriving at the hospital, she had a whole spiel about how this was the second time I was in a plane crash and that I scared her half to death and that if I ever did something like that again she would kill me.

And then because she only has so many things to yell at me, she hugged me.

Very tightly.

Tony also came. As did Steve. And Sam. And Wanda. Honestly I could have just gone back to New York! It would have been the same thing!

I bet the hospital staff we're having the time of their lives. That or their worst nightmare.

Later on Laura showed up with Nate; who in my opinion was way too big.

You know. For someone who's not even a year old yet.

"Honestly mom, I'm fine. Really." I sighed as she hugged me for the twenty-hundredth time since she got here.

"What did the doctors say?" Mom asked me looking at Jamie.

"It's not good." I told her solemnly.

After debating it with the doctors and the team, I convinced them all that it would be best if took Jamie with us back to New York.

As you can imagine, they didn't think that was a smart idea since he was in critical condition.

But I convinced them none the less.

I was pretty proud of myself.

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I sat next to Jamie's bed in the compound.

He looked pale.

I took his hand and kissed it gently. "I'll be back in a little bit." I whispered softly.

I walked out of the room closing the door behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Okay. Let's do this.

I walked to the kitchen and sat down resting my head on the bar.

"How is he?" I looked up to see Wanda set a plate of food in front of me.

I shrugged. "He's the same. He looks paler somehow." I told her picking at my plate.

"Eat." She said simply.

"What is it?" I asked skeptically walked around with her own plate.

"Paprikash. My mother used to make it for me. It's delicious. Besides, you need to eat something." She explained handing me a some silverware.

I sighed but took a bite. "Ça alors! C'est vraiment bon!" I exclaimed with my mouth full.

Wanda looked at me. "Is that a good yell in French, or a bad yell in French?"

"Good. Definitely good." I mumbled as I swallowed. "Very good."

"So you wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"Talk about what?" Wanda looked at me like I was mental.

"Jamie. How are you holding up?" I sighed.

"I thought he was dead for years. Then I put him in the hospital. Now this. I've had my fair share of trauma. I'll be okay." I told her eating some more.

"You sure?" I nodded as she looked at me. "Okay."

"Thanks for the lunch." I smiled. "I'm gonna eat in my room."

I left Wanda sitting at the counter, taking my plate with me, and went to go hide in my room.

After everything, I deserved a break. Honestly; was that to much to ask?

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Greenwich, New York. May, 2008.
(Chloe's POV)

"I don't wanna!" I cried. "Please don't make me!"

I struggled against the restraints around my arms and legs as a lady got out a needle.

"Please! Please, I don't like it! It hurts!" I sobbed begging to the lady.

"Don't worry sweetheart. This won't hurt a bit." She said.

I let out a scream/sob as she stuck the needle in my arm and lava like liquid flowed into my arm.

I could feel it go through my body. Burning everything as it went. I sobbed, begging the lady to stop; but she just kept looking at me.

I fought against the restraints, only this time it felt like each time I moved, my skin was being burned and peeled off.

Hot tears streamed down my face endlessly. Waiting for the pain to be over; but it just kept coming.

"It'll be done soon princess. I promise. It'll all be worth it once you're older. You'll understand, that all of this, the pain, the torture, it'll all be worth it in the future."

"No!" I sat bolt upright in bed covered in sweat.

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"It was awful. I mean of course not as traumatic as when it actually happened, but still. It was like it was happening all over again." I said. "It was bad. I was crying. I'm also pretty sure I woke everyone up when I yelled too."

I looked at Jamie who was still peacefully unconscious. "Ya know you're gonna have to wake up some time or another. If you miss my birthday because you're sleeping, I'm gonna be miffed. Just saying."

I sighed. "Anyways. Thanks for listening. Not that you're gonna talk much anyway." I checked my phone after it went off.

It was a text. From mom.

Come to the conference room. We need to talk.

"Okay. I gotta go. I'll come back later and talk your unconscious ear off later."

I kissed the top of his head softly and then left.

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"What's up?" I asked phasing through the ceiling. "Cause I was-"

I stopped dead short when I noticed the look on moms face. "What happened? Is someone dead? Please tell me no one's dead."

"No. This is about you." Mom said with a serious look.

"O...kay. How?" I was very confused.

"You remember Miss Thorten? She had you do that test." Mom gestured across the table.

Oh so that's what her name is! I'm an idiot sometimes.

"I sent you an email. But you never replied back. I was worried. So I decided to come and explain the situation myself."

Email? Oh........the one I never looked at in Rio. Again. Idiot.

"So what's the problem?" I asked putting my hands in my pants pockets.

"Well, you got...unusual...test results." The lady said.

"Unusual how? Good unusual? Or bad unusual?" I asked.

"Chloe, why don't you sit down." Mom suggested.

Why do I feel like I walked into the principles office?

Yay! I updated!

I feel like this chapter is really just multiple ideas in one chapter. But that's my opinion. What did you think of it?