Avis mind wandered in and out of consciousness for the next couple of days. She recalled a few images of paramedics, doctors and nurses looking down on her and rows of bright lights in a white room. When she finally did come to, she found herself in a hospital bed, one bed of about six in the shared room, though only half of them were filled. Both arms were bandaged up, her head throbbed and when she tried to move pain rimmed threw her abdomen.
“You are a lucky girl,” one of the doctors said as he did his rounds, checking up on her progress. Avis had been awake for almost 6 hours, and had been visited by almost every doctor, specialist and nurse in the hospital it seemed. “To survive an explosion like that, you should have had broken bones, internal bleeding but instead you seemed to have only a few bruised bones and burns. Though your head had received a good blow. Though being tossed out the front door like that would do that to you.”
“Yeah, lucky,” Avis replied back. “What about my mother?”
“Your speed of healing is also unusual, nobody in my profession has been able to explain how it is that your burns have decreased in size so quickly. You should be free to leave tomorrow if things progress as they are,” the Doctor said, avoiding Avis question. Instead he buried his grey-haired head into the charts at the foot of her bed. Avis leaned up, her ribs were bruised but not broken, tough they certain felt broken.
“My mother? Where is she?” Avis asked again. It was unlike her to just disappear after something like this, leaving Avis alone in a hospital bed for days. She wouldn’t accept the idea that she ad been in the house during the explosion. Her mother was strong, powerful, those men wouldn’t have subdued her, that would be impossible. So why wasn’t she here?
The doctor looked up, gave a depressed look before setting the chart down and turned his back on Avis and her bed. Avis slopped down back against the pillows, and looked around her room again. She was hooked up to a few machines, measuring her heartbeat as well as an IV line. It wasn’t like she could just escape either. Where would she go anyways. Her home was just destroyed, her mother was missing and she was almost positive those men in her house moments before it exploded were aliens.
Tears formed around Avis’s eyes, she quickly brushed them away. She would not let herself come to such thoughts, her mother was out there… maybe she was trapped, or busy with one of her jobs that she hadn’t found time to visit her yet. She would not allow herself to think the worse.
Avis didn’t remember falling asleep, yet there was a voice the echoed around her, a soft female voice that arose her from slumber. Opening her eyes she saw a young woman leaning in over her. She wore a black blazer, with a white shirt. Her eyes were dark brown that matched her hair that was tied back. She looked professional and not like any of the hospital staff she had already seen.
“Ah, good your awake,” The woman spoke. “I’m sorry, but we have some issues to discuss before you are released.” She added. Avis moved, her body still aching, to a sitting position where she noticed a man standing at the foot of her bed, wearing a pin striped black suite.
“What’s this about?” Avis asked. “Is this about my mother?”
“Unfortunately, it is,” the woman said. “My name is Stephanie Carson, I’m with Children’s Aid. The gentleman at the foot of your bed is Mr. Wright, he is your mother’s lawyer.”
Children’s Aid? A Lawyer? Avis did not like where this was going. “Where’s my mother?”
“I’m sorry Avis, but your mother… is dead.”
The words hit Avis like a tone of bricks. Her eyes grew wide, she gripped her sheets tight with her bandaged hands, tears filled her eyes. She shook her head, as if the news would just fall out and her life would just return to norma. “No… no, no.” She mumbled to herself.
“I’m sorry but it’s true.” The lawyer stepped in. “You’re mother’s body was dragged from the Thames in London two days ago. We have just received positive ID from the coroner.”
How could this be? Her mother dead, found in the Thames River? Who could have done something like that. Her mother was so powerful, she wasn’t even human, so how could this be possible? “So… what does that mean?” Avis asked.
“It means that your father is now your guardian.” Stephanie said, placing a hand on Avis’s.
“I… I don’t know who he is.” Avis added, quickly moving her hand out of Stephanie’s grasp.
“We’ve gone through your birth records and found your father. He lives in America, we are currently working on the details of your trip.” Mr. Wright said.
“We’ve already contacted him and he is waiting your arrival.” Stephanie added. “I know this is a very hard time for you. I am to let you know that we at the Children’s Aid department will be there for you until during this transition.”
It didn’t sound comforting to Avis. She had so many questions on her mind and didn’t know what to ask first.
“How did she die?” she finally voiced, her head moving up to look at the lawyer. Both him and Stephanie looked away from her, trying to protect her from reality. “She wouldn’t have drown, she taught me how to swim, she herself was a strong person.”
“She died before entering the river.” Mr. Write explained. “It was not a good sight to behold. She had several visual injuries to her body, they believe she died of loss of blood in the end.” It wasn’t much but enough for Avis to know that it would have been someone extremely powerful to kill her mother like that. “Our law firm as well as your mother’s boss have come together with funeral arrangements which will be taking place the day after tomorrow.”
Avis nodded her head, unable to speak for a moment. “What about my father, will he be there?”
“I’m afraid he has not responded back in that regards.” Stephanie said.
“Who… who is he?” Avis raised her head again to look over at the Children’s Aid representative.
“His name is Malcolm Locklear. The CEO of a very wealthy and popular security company.”
Avis’s eyes widened again. The Malcolm Locklear? “I know who he is…” she started to say then trailed off into silence. The man was a genius software developer and inventor. Avis had read a few of his papers and admired his technology since the first Lock-Pad came out. This man, the playboy, arrogant, millionaire was her father?
“Good, that could make your meeting with him go smoother,” Stephanie said, mistaken Avis’s words. “Avis, we have to go now, but I’ll be back tomorrow,” she rose from her seat. She was about to take her leave, but paused by the lawyer who just waved her to go on without him. Once she had left for good, Mr. Wright stepped forward and closed the curtains around her bed.
“There is something else that requires your attention,” the lawyer said, taking the seat that had once been occupied by the Children’s Aid rep. “Your mother had left a few articles behind, of course her will states that everything now belongs with you. There will be a few paper to sign of course. Though with you leaving the country, there needs to be a decision on the articles.”
“I want to take them with me,” Avis said.
“As I thought. I will bring the articles with me to the funeral,” he said, standing back up.
“Thank you.” Avis said. The lawyer nodded then left the room himself, leaving Avis feeling truly alone.