Torturous Silence
In Kara's room, a daunting silence cloaked the women that rested n chairs and hospital beds. Kara, Lori, and Kayla had all managed to fit onto the small bed while Maggie and Lexa sat in two of the uncomfortable chairs. Lexa, like always, was off in her own little world of biochemistry, which no one found interesting other than her mother. Alex found herself intimidated by the thoughtfulness of her wife and sister's faces. Dr. Shepherd didn't speak at first, the silence seeming reasonable to the doctor. When your family has forgotten you, even if they're not related to you by blood, you silently mourn who they used to be and prepare yourself for the worst.
"Excuse me, I'm Dr. Amelia Shepherd. I'm Lena's doctor." The short woman announced. The entire group looked to the woman, expecting bad news. "The bad news is -" Kara seemed to deflate at that, "- Dr. Danvers-Luthor had a seizure. I think that it could've been caused by a bone fragment that I missed during surgery or that came loose, but I need a full history to understand what I'm working with." Lexa closed her book.
"Ask away." She announced.
"Has she been excessively stressed or fatigued recently?" Amelia asked.
"Mama's always stressed. She's a CEO. She's tired all the time, too. I mean, she's got three kids and two companies, plus, Mom was gone for like six months." Lexa shrugged.
"Any history of neurological issues?" Amelia asked.
"Not that I know of," Lexa answered.
"Nothing. Lena's never been sick like this before." Kara added.
"Has she fainted recently other than today? Any lightheadedness or dizziness?" The doctor asked.
"She gets these headaches, every Tuesday and Friday evening. It's every single week. She stumbles, sometimes and says she's just hungry, or that she doesn't drink enough water, but her assistant, Jess makes her drink like a gallon of water every day, and she eats three meals a day. She loves kale and broccoli. Most of the time, she orders complete device shut down so that we do our homework, which means the internet is off. Mama sleeps from five till seven in the morning when that happens." Lexa explained.
"When did that start?" The short woman asked, jotting notes unto her clipboard.
"Two and a half months ago, roughly," Lexa replied.
"Okay, well, I know what I'm looking for now." The doctor replied, smiling brightly. She rushed out of the room, leaving the family confused.
"I just assumed it was an AVM. Headaches and seizures are common symptoms, but that doesn't explain the memory loss." Lexa announced, her eyebrows stitched together. She was almost an exact replica of her mother when she did that.
It took every ounce of self-restraint not to resort to cursing at the top of her lungs, which had become her main therapy in her illegal, solitary confinement.
The youngest of the daughters may not have understood the big words or the fact that her Mama didn't know who she was, but as little as she was, Kayla understood the desperate look on her big sister's face that usually meant something was wrong.
Lori was just barely old enough to know what was happening, the fact that her Mom was home, that her Mama, the glue that held every one of their lives together, had suddenly forgotten everything, and that both of her parents were sick.
Maggie's mind was swimming. She had no blood family left, much like Kara and Lena. Her nieces and sisters-in-law were all she had left, and suddenly, Kayla had gone silent for the first time in her life, Lori lay limp in the hospital bed with a helpless look in her eyes, and Lexa, as always, had shut down, trying to find a definite answer as to why her mothers had to be hurt.
Alex sighed as she surveyed the damage of the room, studying every woman's perplexed expression. She found herself stepping forward, taking the last seat between her wife and her niece, pulling Lexa into her side and stroking the brunette girl's hair in an attempt to calm her. A cold hand took hers, and immediately, Alex knew it was Maggie and her damn cold blood. She smiled. At least something stayed normal.
Kara's eyes went wide as she realized what she had forgotten. She sat up quickly, wincing as she did. She thanked Alex mentally for leaving the wheelchair right next to the bed as she pushed the thin sheets off of her legs.
"Alex!" She called frantically, looking to the monitors that she had been hooked up to upon returning to bed.
"What're you doing?" Alex exclaimed, standing quickly to catch her idiot sister who had attempted to balance on one leg. She placed Kara in the wheelchair and pressed the nurse button, rolling her eyes.
"Yes?" A woman entered the room (surprisingly quickly for an understaffed hospital).
"She wants to move," Alex muttered, glaring at Kara.
"I need to see someone. Can you take me?" Kara pleaded, giving the redheaded nurse her specialty puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, let me just move these antibiotics and shut off the machines. It's no problem." The woman smiled brightly. Kara let out a sigh of relief as all of the wires stuck to her chest were removed, and the fluids were transferred to the wheelchair. "Where are we going?" The nurse asked.
"Can we find out where Elaine Danvers-Daxam and Christa Danvers are?" Kara muttered, looking up at her sister guiltily.
"Elaine's here?" Alex whispered angrily, uncrossing her arms that were clasped over her chest.
"Maybe," Kara squeaked. "Can we go?"
"Sure." The nurse replied, beginning to push Kara out of the room. The blonde sighed, gripping the arm of her wheelchair with her free hand (the other in a cast) as she rolled toward her daughters.