Jessica stared at her dad’s picture on the laptop screen. With her mom gone, he was all she had left and at 16, she wasn’t ready to be an orphan. She’d spent weeks looking for him on the Internet. When she found him on the hospital’s staff Web page, she made a plan for their paths to cross.
“Time to meet your daughter Dr. Stevens,” she said as she popped a handful of pills into her mouth and washed them down with vodka stolen from mom’s stash. Jessica dialed 9-1-1 then set the receiver on the motel room desk.
Her head grew fuzzy and she rested her head next to the phone. “Help … me,” she pleaded as the darkness enveloped her.
“Jessica? Can you hear me?” a male voice asked. He seemed a million miles away. Other voices drifted into her consciousness as she woke from a heavy sleep. Her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Welcome back,” greeted the male voice. “You gave us quite a scare.”
It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to brightly lit room then Jessica smiled weakly as she looked into her dad’s eyes. “Thanks Daddy, I knew you’d save me.”
© January 22, 2011