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Only ten minutes had passed from when I’d plopped myself down in a plush cushioned chair inside the sunny waiting room until I saw scuffed white sneakers creep into the line of my vision. I’d been busy staring at the wood floors and thinking that private care facilities must bring in a lot of money to have such expensive-looking dark wood.
Then again, Charlie Clark’s parents had spared no expense when it came to their only son’s long-term care. Got him in the best facility in Philadelphia. The amount of money they spent yearly had to be astronomical—and definitely more than I made bartending at Mona’s and doing web design on the side.
I imagined they thought it made up for the fact they visited Charlie only once a year, for like twenty minutes. There were better, more forgiving people in the world than me, because the familiar burn of irritation I felt whenever I thought about his parents was hard to ignore as I dragged my gaze up to the welcoming smile plastered across the nurse’s face. I blinked once and then twice, not recognizing the copper hair or the fresher, younger hazel eyes.
This lady was new.
She glanced up at the top of my head and her stare lingered on my hair for a moment longer than normal, but her smile didn’t falter. It wasn’t like my hair was that crazy. I’d switched out the deep red streaks for chunky purple ones a few days ago, but it did look like a hot mess in the quick bun I’d twisted the long lengths into. I’d closed down the bar last night, which meant I hadn’t gotten home until after three in the morning, and getting up, brushing my teeth, and washing my face before I made the drive into the city was a hell of a feat.
“Roxanne Ark?” she said as she stopped in front of me, clasping her hands together.
My brain screeched to a halt at the sound of my full name. My parents were bizarre. Like there was a good chance they were cokeheads in the eighties or something. I was named after the song “Roxanne,” and my brothers were Gordon and Thomas, which mostly made up Sting’s real name.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for the tote bag I’d brought with me.
Her smile remained firmly in place as she motioned to the closed double doors. “Nurse Venter is out today, but she explained that you come every Friday afternoon at noon, so we have Charlie ready.”
“Oh no, is she okay?” Concern pinged around me. Nurse Venter had become a friend over the last six years I visited. So much so that I knew her youngest son was finally getting married in October, and her middle child had just had her first grandchild last month, in July.
“She’s come down with an end-of-summer cold,” she explained. “She actually wanted to come in today, but we all figured it would be better if she took the weekend to recover.” The new nurse stepped aside as I stood. “She did tell me that you like to read to Charlie?”
I nodded as I tightened my grip on my tote.
Stopping at the doors, she tugged off her clipped name badge and swiped it over a sensor on the wall. There was a popping sound and then she pushed the door open. “He’s had an okay couple of days. Not as great as we’d like,” she continued as we stepped in the wide, brightly lit hall. The walls were white and bare. No personality. Nothing. “But he was up early this morning.”
My neon-green flip-flops smacked off the tile floors but the nurse’s sneakers made no noise. We passed the hall I knew led to the community room. Charlie was never a fan of hanging out in there, which was so strange, because before . . . before he’d been hurt, he’d been such a social butterfly.
He’d been a lot of things.
Charlie’s room was down another hall, a wing specially designed to have views of the sprawling green landscape and the therapeutic pool that Charlie had never enjoyed. He hadn’t been much of a swimmer before, but every time I saw that damn pool outside, I wanted to punch something. I don’t know what it was about it, maybe because it was something the rest of us took for granted—the ability to swim on our own—or maybe it was the fact that water always seemed so limitless to me, but Charlie’s future was severely limited.
The nurse stopped outside of his closed door. “When you’re ready to leave, you know the drill.”
I did. When I left, I had to stop by the nurses’ station and check out. I guessed they wanted to make sure I wasn’t trying to steal Charlie away or something. With a happy little nod in my direction, the nurse spun in her sneakers and power walked back down the hall.
Staring at the door for a moment, I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I had to every time I saw Charlie. It was the only way to get the messy ball of emotion—all that disappointment, anger, and sadness—out of me before I walked into the room. I never wanted Charlie to see that. Sometimes I failed, but I always tried.
Only when I thought I could smile without looking slightly crazed, I opened the door, and like every Friday for the last six years, seeing Charlie was like taking a throat punch.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Hanya sepuluh menit berlalu dari ketika saya telah menjatuhkan diri ke bawah di kursi bantalan yang mewah di dalam ruang tunggu yang cerah sampai aku melihat lecet Sepatu putih menyusup ke garis visi saya. Aku sudah sibuk menatap lantai kayu dan berpikir bahwa fasilitas perawatan pribadi harus membawa banyak uang untuk memiliki seperti mahal kayu gelap.Kemudian lagi, Charlie Clark orangtua telah tidak terhindar biaya ketika datang ke perawatan jangka panjang mereka anak satu-satunya. Dia mendapat di fasilitas yang terbaik di Philadelphia. Jumlah uang yang mereka menghabiskan tahunan harus astronomi — dan pasti lebih daripada yang saya membuat bartending dariisma dan melakukan desain web di sisi.Aku membayangkan mereka pikir itu dibuat untuk fakta mereka mengunjungi Charlie hanya sekali setahun, untuk seperti dua puluh menit. Ada orang yang lebih baik, lebih pemaaf di dunia daripada saya, karena membakar akrab iritasi aku merasa setiap kali saya berpikir tentang orangtuanya adalah sulit untuk mengabaikan karena aku diseret pandangan sampai dengan senyum ramah terpampang di seluruh wajah perawat. Saya berkedip sekali dan kemudian dua kali, tidak mengenali rambut tembaga atau mata hazel lebih segar, lebih muda.Wanita ini adalah baru.She glanced up at the top of my head and her stare lingered on my hair for a moment longer than normal, but her smile didn’t falter. It wasn’t like my hair was that crazy. I’d switched out the deep red streaks for chunky purple ones a few days ago, but it did look like a hot mess in the quick bun I’d twisted the long lengths into. I’d closed down the bar last night, which meant I hadn’t gotten home until after three in the morning, and getting up, brushing my teeth, and washing my face before I made the drive into the city was a hell of a feat.“Roxanne Ark?” she said as she stopped in front of me, clasping her hands together.My brain screeched to a halt at the sound of my full name. My parents were bizarre. Like there was a good chance they were cokeheads in the eighties or something. I was named after the song “Roxanne,” and my brothers were Gordon and Thomas, which mostly made up Sting’s real name.“Yes,” I said, reaching for the tote bag I’d brought with me.Her smile remained firmly in place as she motioned to the closed double doors. “Nurse Venter is out today, but she explained that you come every Friday afternoon at noon, so we have Charlie ready.”“Oh no, is she okay?” Concern pinged around me. Nurse Venter had become a friend over the last six years I visited. So much so that I knew her youngest son was finally getting married in October, and her middle child had just had her first grandchild last month, in July."Dia telah turun dengan dingin akhir-of-musim panas," jelasnya. "Dia benar-benar ingin datang hari ini, tetapi kita semua pikir akan lebih baik jika ia membawa akhir pekan untuk memulihkan." Perawat baru melangkah ke samping saat itu. "Dia lakukan katakan bahwa Anda ingin membaca untuk Charlie?"Aku mengangguk sebagai saya memperketat cengkeraman saya di tas saya.Berhenti di pintu, dia menarik off nya terpotong nama lencana dan mengusap atas sebuah sensor di dinding. Ada suara popping dan kemudian dia mendorong pintu terbuka. "Dia memiliki beberapa hari baik-baik saja. Tidak begitu besar seperti yang kita inginkan,"lanjutnya seperti yang kita melangkah di aula yang luas dan terang benderang. Dinding yang putih dan telanjang. Ada kepribadian. Tidak ada. "Tapi dia sudah bangun pagi-pagi."Saya sandal jepit neon-hijau yang berbau off lantai ubin tapi sepatu kets perawat membuat kebisingan. Kami melewati aula aku tahu menyebabkan ruang masyarakat. Charlie tidak pernah penggemar dari nongkrong di sana, yang sangat aneh, karena sebelum... sebelum ia telah terluka, ia telah seperti kupu-kupu sosial.Dia telah banyak hal.Charlie's kamar adalah down hall lain, sebuah sayap yang dirancang khusus untuk memiliki pemandangan lanskap hijau yang luas dan kolam renang terapi yang Charlie pernah menikmati. Dia belum pernah banyak seorang perenang sebelum, tapi setiap kali aku melihat kolam yang sialan luar, aku ingin memukul sesuatu. Aku tidak tahu apa itu tentang hal itu, mungkin karena itu adalah sesuatu yang kita mengambil untuk diberikan — kemampuan untuk berenang di kita sendiri- atau mungkin itu fakta bahwa air selalu tampak begitu terbatas bagi saya, tapi Charlie's masa depan adalah sangat terbatas.The nurse stopped outside of his closed door. “When you’re ready to leave, you know the drill.”I did. When I left, I had to stop by the nurses’ station and check out. I guessed they wanted to make sure I wasn’t trying to steal Charlie away or something. With a happy little nod in my direction, the nurse spun in her sneakers and power walked back down the hall.Staring at the door for a moment, I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I had to every time I saw Charlie. It was the only way to get the messy ball of emotion—all that disappointment, anger, and sadness—out of me before I walked into the room. I never wanted Charlie to see that. Sometimes I failed, but I always tried.Only when I thought I could smile without looking slightly crazed, I opened the door, and like every Friday for the last six years, seeing Charlie was like taking a throat punch.