Delia's Gift by V.C. Andrews

Author:V.C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

10

We Lose the Ones We Love

Dr. Denardo stopped by in the morning to discharge me. He told me that Mrs. Newell was filling all of my prescriptions.

“Don’t neglect the antibiotics,” he warned. “You’re still in some danger of infection. I’ll see you in my office exactly one week from today. Mrs. Newell has the time for the appointment.”

I listened but said nothing.

He noticed my silence, of course, and sighed. “I’m sorry for your troubles, Delia. I’m sure Adan Jr. will be all right despite everything.”

“I did not take any recreational drugs, Dr. Denardo. I would swear on my parents’ graves.”

“Yes, well, we’ve got to think beyond all that now, Delia. Let’s concentrate on your recuperation.”

It was clear that he still didn’t believe me or didn’t want to believe me. He turned and walked out to sign the discharge papers. My nurse came in to help me dress, and then, when the time came, she got me into the wheelchair and took me down. No one suggested that I go up to my baby to say good-bye. It was as if the entire hospital staff had heard the stories about me. I could feel it in the air, see it in their faces. Stevens was waiting at the hospital entrance to the parking lot. He had brought Señor Bovio’s limousine as close as he could to the entrance and then met me and my nurse. She helped me to the automobile and wished me luck, but she also looked as if she couldn’t wait to get away.

“Comfortable, Miss?” Stevens asked.

Comfortable? When would I ever be comfortable again?

“Yes,” I said. There was no point in complaining to Stevens.

I looked out at the hospital and up at the windows of the floor where I knew the NICU was, where Adan Jr. lay connected to all sorts of machinery. He knows I’m leaving, I thought. He feels it. I sat back and closed my eyes, dozing all the way to the estate. When we arrived, Mrs. Newell stepped out of the front entrance and waited. She made no effort to help me out of the car or up the steps. Stevens held my arm instead.

“You’re downstairs now,” she told me. “Toward the rear,” she added, nodding at Stevens. I could see he looked surprised.

I was in no mood to say anything or even care. I had never been in that section of the hacienda, but I knew it was where Teresa stayed. She came down the stairs when she saw me enter and immediately asked how I was.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“How frightening it must have been.”

“I’m sure you have something better to do than stand here and keep her from lying down, Teresa,” Mrs. Newell said. Teresa nodded and quickly walked off toward the laundry room. “I’ll take her from here, Stevens,” Mrs. Newell told him.

“Right,” he said, let go of my arm, and left.

She held me at the elbow and firmly guided me down the corridor and around to the rear of the house.

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