Mistaken: The Lost Heiress

The Doctor

{Adelynn’s POV}

The next morning I was awoken to a soft knock on my door. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking over. My mother and grandmother walked in carrying a tray of food. “Hey sweetie, we brought you some breakfast in bed!” My mother smiled.

“Oh.. thank you..” I whispered softly. The pain in my back always flared up in the morning. A soft whimper left my lips as I sat back.

“What’s wrong honey?” Gramma asked, looking me up and down.

I shook my head. “I’m fine, my back just hurts in the morning.” I smiled softly, reaching over and grabbing my bag. I pulled out my bottle of pills and popped one in my mouth, taking it with the orange juice in the cup. “Thank you both for breakfast.” I looked down. There were pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and syrup. I ate as much as I could, and smiled at them. “This is delicious!”

“I’m glad you like it honey.” My mother said, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “I woke up early this morning and called our doctor. They’ve squeezed you in this morning, so after you eat, we’ll get ready and go see them!”

“Really? Thank you..” I smiled back at her. I finished eating and they took the tray back into the kitchen. My mother brought me a dress and a pair of shorts to go under it. It was a simple black button up dress. She pulled my hair up into a high ponytail and pushed my chair out of my room and into the living room. “Alright, we’re going to the doctor, we’ll be back later!” She smiled at everyone.

“Wait mama!” Theodore said, standing up and walking towards us. “I’m going with you.” He said, moving behind me and pushing my chair towards the front door.

She smiled brightly at him. “Thank you my sweet boy!”

Once we made it outside he lifted my chair completely and walked me and it down the stairs. He sat me down, and walked me to the car. He lifted me, putting me into the car, and buckled me in, before putting my wheelchair in the trunk. He and my mother got in, and soon we were on our way to the hospital.

We made it there quickly, and he unloaded my chair, then me, and we made our way inside. Once inside we were taken to a private room, and were told to wait for the doctor. Some nurses came in with an x-ray machine, and took some pictures of my back and legs. Soon the doctor came in, holding my charts.

“Hello Ms. Briars..” he said looking down at me. “Mrs. Evans.” He nodded towards my mother. “Now, I have to ask, due to the report, the investigation, and the extent of your injuries, are you alright talking about this with everyone present?” He asked, sitting down in front of me.

I nodded, rubbing the palm of my hand. “Y-Yes sir..” I answered quietly.

“Alright.. well, I’ve gone over your files, and over the x-rays we took today.” He sighed. “I’m afraid that your injuries were worse than originally thought. Your lumbar vertebrae is crooked, and it seems that there is some swelling in your spinal column that may be stopping the feeling in your legs.” He said, looking down over the charts. “I know that you’ve had multiple surgeries already, but we’re going to need to do another spinal surgery, and fix your back, along with setting you up with a better back brace.” He finished, finally looking back up at me.

“Oh.. I.. um..” I stammered, unsure of what to say. My eyes began to burn, and I knew I was going to cry. I gripped onto the hem of my dress. “Do.. I have to get another?” I asked.

“I’m afraid that if you want to be able to walk again, you will have to have the surgery.” He said, looking between the chart and I. “I also see here that your legs were both broken in the incident, along with your arm, your collar bone, your nose, and eye socket. It seems like all of that healed up pretty well. Are you having any pain?” He asked, setting down the chart and walking over to me.

“Just in my back, normally when I first wake up.” I said softly, looking down at my hands.

My mother and brother stood still behind me. I could feel them staring down at me, but I couldn’t bear to look. I heard the rustling of papers behind me, but kept my head down as the doctor looked over my back and legs. “Alright, you can’t feel your legs because of your back. The bones are healing up nicely, but you’ll need to stay in your braces for the next little bit. We’ll get you scheduled for your spinal surgery, and get you on your way.” The doctor said, smiling at me as he stood and left the room.

I rubbed my palm, looking towards the window in the room. “Honey.. are you okay?” My mother asked, walking up behind me. She touched my shoulder softly, and rubbed it gently.

I whimpered. “I hoped that I wouldn’t have to have surgery again.. I knew something was wrong though. I hadn’t regained any feeling in my legs..” I wiped the tears that had began to fall down my face.

“The man that raised you.. he did all of this?” Theodore asked, I turned my chair to see him reading through my file. “These pictures.. he did this?” He asked, he sounded upset, like he may cry.

“I-I..” I stammered, unable to formulate a sentence. I began to cry, as all I could think about was the fact that I may never walk again, meanwhile he got away with life in prison. It wasn’t enough, he deserved so much worse.