Chapter Twenty-Seven

I was writing quietly when my mother returned to the Infirmary the next day. I barely looked up when she walked in because I was focusing so hard. I was writing a detailed list of all the things I knew about my ransacked office. I may be only a four year old in this body but I was fifteen when I died! I would be an adult now! S-Shut up my brain hasn't degraded your so mean! Anyways, I wanted to compile as much information as I could, but I discovered nothing new. I sighed and ripped the papers up before tossing it in the bin and watched my mom tidy the Infirmary up. Eventually I got the nerve to ask her when I would be discharged from here and while she arranged a flower vase she spoke.

"Well, maybe another week? It will depend on how soon I think you should be allowed to move around freely again, and the other issue..." She stared off into the distance and I silently fumed. She was worrying about the poisoner/vandal/attempt thief villians, but they wouldn't make another move so soon! Honestly, if they could poison me to begin with the way they did, they were most definitely smart. Mooommmm stop being so over-protective! S-Shut up! I am not being unreasonable to her, I know I almost died but come on! I have been in here ten days already, I'm boreeeeddd! I mean I was asleep for six days but four days is a lot to endure!

"But I'm boreeeeddd...." I whined and she giggled as she looked at me. I pouted at her giggles which only made her giggle more.

"Mommmmmm..." I whined again and she devolved into full blow laughter. I then crossed my arms and turned my head away, deciding firmly to simply ignore her. Eventually a knock sounded on the door, and Luther Nightshade walked in, bouquet in hand. As soon as he walked in I turned to my mother and spoke.

"Go on your date, Go! Shoo!" I shooed her with my hands and she again laughed before she walked over and pecked him on his lips. I made gagging noises and she blushed and the two left. Finally peace at last! Thank you Nightshade, my mom was really starting to grate on my nerves! Wait, won't I have to call Nightshade by dad soon? Ehhhh? Why am I only now realizing this now though...