Part 6

Part 6

The next day, I didn’t see my Mike or Heather, and I knew something just wasn't right. The Doctor said I was supposed to go home with them, even the lady that came after I went to sleep said I had to go with them. I heard her say it, I was sleep but I still heard her. Instead, I was wrapped up tightly before we left the hospital and placed in a seat. Maybe they were taking me to Mike and Heather's house; so instead of showing my dismay, I sat strapped up to this chair, silently.

When we got to our destination I could smell all kinds of stuff that I had no clue what it was, the smell wasn't pleasant, but I was too tired to look around to see if Mike and Heather was here. I woke up to eat and I could smell that same smoke that I smelled when I was in her stomach, I could smell it on her hands, and a little got on my pacifier. The taste was horrendous, but there's nothing I could do about it, I closed my eyes hoping the next time I open them I would see Mike.

After another feeding, someone else other than my mom was there to pat me on my back to get the air out. I looked over and my mom was sleeping, so I went back to sleep too. I woke up again but this time everyone was sleeping, I laid there for a little to see if anyone would wake up to feed me, but nothing. I hate to stoop to this level but, I’m hungry. I let out the loudest cry I could but my mom still didn’t wake up. So I did it again and again and again, finally her eyes popped open and she staggered to get me a bottle. This feeding was by far the worst, she kept falling asleep, and I couldn't get to the bottle,  and my hands were too weak to hold it myself. I was still hungry so I cried and cried and cried until that guy that patted my back the first time woke up. He told my mom to call my godfather, I got so excited that I cried; okay, I didn't cry out of excitement, I was still hungry, I had to do what I had to do.

I woke up for another feeding but this time I was able to see the things my mom did. She sat in a chair, with her face close to the table, and breathing in white lines. She put her head back, then it was the guy's turn. I looked back at my mom and she was sliding off the side of the chair, I figured if I started crying she would wake up, but she didn't; neither of them heard my cry. Where's Mike and Heather?