St Martin's Hospital, early afternoon
Seeing Travis had been brilliant, but since then nothing, NOTHING, worth while had happened. Of course, Mama still came when she wasn't in hospital herself, and Romana or Enzo or Chiara or Vincenzo, and Pauolo and Gio sent text messages and letters but Amarie was bored and wanted out.
Didn't everyone understand that her family was the last thing a seventeen year old girl wanted. She should be enjoying the summer with her friends. She should be working and saving up to buy new clothes and flirting with the boys and planning things to enjoy. She should NOT be shut up in a hospital with nothing to do and nobody to look forward to seeing.
In the back of her mind a little voice pointed out the heap of novels and puzzle books, the nearly new PSP and suitable games and that visiting time was less than five minutes away, but she banished it with a snort. She had earned a bit of self pity and was going to enjoy it.
All the same, when she heard the stir that presaged visiting hours she hitched herself up a bit further in her nest of pllows and smoothed her hair with the hand unburdened by tubing. She smiled when the door opened then scowled when the nurse came into the room.