Seven

                                    

                                          
Magic Man by Heart
                          
As soon as Emerson opens the door to her temporary room, she sees multiple missed calls from her father. Worry fills her head as she immediately calls him back, expecting something bad to have happened.
                          
"Hello?" she asks, waiting to hear his voice on the other end. She starts unloading some of her clothes, setting her nightly pajamas on the end of the bed.
                          
"Em, you forgot to call me," He tells his daughter. She can hear his heavy breathing through the phone. She lets out a groan, remembering that she said she would call him back.
                          
"I am so sorry. I promise I'm fine. I just totally forgot to give you a call," she spills out, hearing him sigh before speaking again.
                          
"I was getting a little worried," he laughs through the phone. "I should've remembered that you can handle yourself."
                          
"Pfft, you know that's not true anymore," she mumbles in response. "But I am okay. It's been very interesting so far. A librarian monk picked me up from the airport and the doctor wears a cape. I feel like Alice in Wonderland when she meets the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit. It's all just fucking weird, dad. I don't know what kind of neurosurgeon wears a red cape with an 'Eye' necklace. They fed me Chinese food and they're giving me a place to stay... For free. It would be rude for me to tell them I would much rather stay somewhere else as this is too odd for me. Besides, New York is abnormally expensive so I should be thankful he's providing me with a place to stay," Emerson whispers through the phone, hoping nobody outside the room can hear her.
                          
"Be safe. I'd rather you didn't get kidnapped or killed," he tells her and she can tell he's serious.
                          
"I feel like I can trust this Dr. Strange. He seems to be genuine when speaking. I'll talk to him some more tomorrow and figure out his motive," she informs her father over the phone. "I already feel homesick."
                          
"Don't think about home. Think about all that you'll accomplish while you're away. Don't come back until you have to; until you're better," he insists. She hears the voice of his girlfriend in the background telling him he needs to get to bed. The sergeant laughs at the idea of another woman telling him what to do. Even she couldn't convince him to go to bed if she wanted to.
                          
"You better listen to her, old man," his daughter demands with a playful tone. He just chuckles before telling her he'll be on his way to bed.
                          
"You're right," He surprisingly obliges. "I love you, kid. I am happy you're finally getting the help you need."
                          
"I love you too. Hopefully, I can see you soon. I don't know what his plan is or how long I'll be staying here. They gave me a room so once I figure out the plan, I'll let you know," she informs him. Once the two say their 'goodbyes' and 'goodnights' she hangs up on him before throwing her phone onto the bed. She grabs her toiletry bag that contains her toothbrush, face wash, and other bathroom essentials. Em creeps out of the room, wanting to avoid any more conversation. She strolls down the hallway and opens the first door she sees. She sees a desk with stacks of paper and she quickly shuts the door, not wanting to snoop any longer. After opening the next door at the end of the hall she luckily finds a bathroom. She notices the sink with lots of counter space and the lowly seated toilet. The beautiful standing shower with no tub sticks out to her as she knows it will cause future problems. She may have to put a chair in the shower in order to use it. If she sits on the floor she won't be able to get herself back into her chair. The sophisticated pattern on the tiles catches her eye and they look almost handmade. Each one has a small difference, making no two alike. She locks the door behind her and sets her small bag on the counter. She pushes herself right up to the counter and turns the sink on. Once the water is to a temperature she likes, she lets it trickle over her hands. She splashes the water onto her face before using some of the cleanser.