Stef's P.O.V
~Saturday: Hospital; Stef and Emilia's p.o.v~I look around the hospitals Pediatric center for kids, and see her lying on her side, curled in a ball, through the window.
Her body is layed out a fetal position, her head scrunched between hear stomach and knees.
After Callie left, Jude had Mariana help him convince Lena and I into fostering this girl.
Jude's pretty clever for making Mariana help him, or else there would probably be no way we were agreeing to this.
"So," Bill says, snapping me back to reality. "Is there anything specific you want to know about Emmie?" He asks, directing his gaze toward Lena.
"Is there anything we should watch out for..? Like, anything we should be cautious with her about? Does she have any problems or such?" Lena asks, the concern in her voice unmistakeable.
"Well, Emilia's a great kid, but she's been through a lot. Since her neighbors called, complaining of hearing screaming and such," I feel Lena squeeze my hand.
"I've had to come over monthly to check in. From the times I've been there, she's been quiet, and always keeps her head down. She tends to keep things to herself, even when we had her dad in another room. Try to get her to eat, she won't eat anything here. Or anything at all from the times I've seen her. Probably because she was scared to say something and her dad would find out. I just can't believe we've never noticed..." He pauses, looking at a chart in his hand. "And there's a couple things you should be cautious of." He looks at her in her room. "She has three fractured ribs on her left side, and four broken ribs in her right, so make sure she takes it easy for a couple of days, and make sure she doesn't sleep on her sides. Make sure she doesn't run, or her stitches can rip. He hands Lena a bottle of pain medication. "And she could possibly have PTSD, after what happened with her father. And she's allergic to ma-" he stops mid sentence as I interrupt him.
"How does she know Callie and Jude?" I blurt out, my heart race pacing.
"Right. She has asked about them, but nothing else." He scratches his eye brow. "They we're neighbors, and apparently they were very close. But something happened and they haven't seen each other for a while now."
"Yeah." Lena breaths, giving my hand a squeeze. "Callie told us. Can we bring her home now?"
"Yes, you can. Just have a seat in the waiting room while I get her. I'll be out with you guys in about five minutes."
Emilia's P.O.V
Bill comes in the room, telling me it's time to leave.
He grabs my bags, which consist of a few old tee-shirts and a pair of jeans and shorts.
Nothing else.
I look at him straight in the eye, feeling my body begin to shudder.
My voice is still coming back from we're my throat was cut. "Where am I going?" I croak, my body becoming frozen as I imagine my dad coming at me with a knife.
"Are you taking me back to him?" I take a step back, backing away from him.
"No." He says, grabbing my hand as if to reassure me.
"You're going to a foster home, they're waiting in the lobby." He looks at my face sadly, as if reading my mind. "Don't worry. They're nice. And...Callie and Jude are there to."
Callie and Jude? Why were they there?
"Callie and Jude are foster kids?" I ask, remembering my father telling me there mother had died.
And laughing.
"They were, but the people you're staying with adopted them almost a year ago." He sits with me on the bed, rubbing the backside of my palm.
"There are two moms, your foster parents; Stef and Lena, and your foster siblings, Brandon, Mariana, Jesus, Callie, and Jude."
He takes my hand and gradually guides me to wherever the hell I'm going.
We walk silently to the lobby. I exhale softly as a sharp pain jabs my side as I jump over a stair.
My heart stops as we see two women greeting us. "Stef and Lena, this is Emilia." He gestures forward them.
I swallow roughly as my throats burns, and mumble,
"Hi."They take a step closer to me and I cringe slightly as an image of my dad raising his hand to beat me crosses my mind.
The girl with fair skin notices and says with Lena trailing behind her, "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you."
I can see the pity and remorse in her eyes when she says that, as if being careful not to come to close to me."Let's go home. We set up your room when the kids were out this morning. They should be back." Lena says, leading me out of the hospital after thanking Bill.
I stare into the fog outside and shiver.
With every agonizing step a foot closer to my new future, I feel a fat tear drop down my face and stare into a pair of blue eyes as my chin is lifted up.
"It's okay now," she whispers, wiping the water of my cheeks. "It's over. It's all over. You're safe now."
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