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Natalie: Part 2- Marshmallow World Installment Nineteen

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At the scene of the car accident just about every ambulance, patrol car, and person in Florida, Massachusetts was there. Then the fire trucks arrived.

A blue car was mashed-up pretty badly. A red car was completely ruined and thankfully abandoned.

“Who’s in the car?” I asked when I found my mother.

“Zach and Darcy,” Momma said. Her voice sounded shaky. I knew my face fell. I started to cry.

“Natalie, it’s all right! I’m sure Darcy’s fine,” Momma said hugging me. I pushed away.

“Darcy? You think I’m crying about Darcy?” I asked.

“What else?” Momma asked. I slowly backed away. I felt my foot go from under me and I fell down the cliff.

“NATALIE!” My mother screamed. I felt myself tumble down the hill. I had no idea how to stop myself. I was screaming pretty loudly.

“NATALIE!”

“NATALIE! STOP! STOP! NATALIE HONEY STOP!”

I felt my body hit something like metal. Mr. Steve ran to me.

“NATALIE HONEY ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?” Mr. Steve asked helping me up.

“No,” I said. My wrist hurt badly. I looked at what I had hit. It was the blue car. A bunch of men were around it and trying to get the door off of it.

I looked up and saw Darcy in the passenger seat. He looked like he was in pain. He had cuts on his face. He struggled to open his eyes but when he saw me his face lit up. All of the pain seemed to go out of his face and he managed to smile at me. He then winked which caused me to fall to the ground.

“Let’s get you to an ambulance,” Mr. Steve said picking me up. As he carried me away I managed to check a glimpse of Zach. He looked lifeless.

God, please don’t let Zach die I prayed as I was loaded into an ambulance.

**

“Natalie, we’ve got a serious problem on our hands,” Dr. Charles Walters said.

I stared at my right wrist which was bandaged up. It was broken.

“I’m afraid you aren’t getting enough vitamin C. I’m worried that it’s leading to Scurvy,” Dr. Walters said.

“Scurvy? Do people even get that that anymore? And how can I be vitamin C deficient I used to live in Miami,” I blurted.

“I talked to your mother. She admits that you preferred to stay inside and look out the window than go to the beach. And when you did go outside you had gallons of sun screen on your body. She also admits that you don’t always get the proper diet,” Dr. Walters said. “She says that you’ve seemed more fatigued lately. She thought it was just the move and seventh grade work. I heard about you throwing your eggs and bacon on the floor. Rapid mood change is a sign of Scurvy. You were very tired and had several bruises after your snow day. You’ve broken your entire foot and your wrist in a month that’s not the way God intended it to be, Natalie! You’ve got a serious problem and it can be so easily corrected! I’m putting you on a special diet.”

I huffed.

“Look, I’m just looking out for family here,” Dr. Walters said realizing he had been a little harsh. “Your mother is my cousin.”

Dr. Walters walked out of the room leaving me time to think.

Had I really been all the things he had said? I guess maybe I had been saying things a little bit harsher than usually. And maybe I felt like crying a couple of times for no reason at all. And ok, I had been extra tired but Ms. O’Donnell is tiring! She expects the very very best. And yes, I had a bad bruise right where Darcy’s sled had hit me.

I sighed. I hated oranges but sometimes you gotta do things you hate.

**

“I call it Vitamin Sea Food Salad,” Ms. Donna said the next day. Momma had given Ms. Donna my special diet and Ms. Donna promised to make a special salad for me.

“It’s got tilapia, salmon, oranges, strawberries, carrot shreds, tomato, and kiwi fruit. Its also got a lemon drizzle and some of the leaves are spinach,” Ms. Donna said. “Enjoy!”

I prayed over this disgusting sounding salad and took a bite.

“How is it?’ Jaci asked me putting ranch on her regular Sea Food Salad.

“Not as bad as I expected,” I said putting another bite in my mouth.

“I don’t understand why your so against eating a few oranges and strawberries,” Jaci said. “I bet there are thousands of people that would do anything to cure what they had so easily. You’re a blessed one.”

Jaci sure had a way of making you understand without making you feel too bad.

Timmy walked through the restaurant door along with his grandfather. Timmy looked around the room while Mr. Stewart walked towards a table. Mr. Stewart was limping.

“Mr. Stewart is limping,” I whispered to Jaci.

“So?” Jaci asked.

“If he was driving that red car he was bound to get hurt in some way,” I whispered.

“Natalie, you don’t think….,” Jaci started but Timmy was walking towards us.

“That looks good,” Timmy said pointing to my salad and sitting next to Jaci.

“Did Jaci put you up to that?” I asked. Timmy laughed.

“Nope, I love oranges and strawberries,” Timmy said.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t?” I asked picking at an orange.

Abby burst through the restaurant door and marched over to Mr. Steve.

“I can’t BELIEVE you!” Abby shouted at her father. “How could you NOT tell me about Zach’s accident?”

“I…I…I didn’t think you would care,” Mr. Steve stuttered obviously surprised.

“You didn’t think I would care?! Dad, Zach Davis is THE Zach Davis!” Abby screamed.

“THE Zach Davis?! But he’s a Stewart!” Mr. Steve shouted.

“I’m NOT a Stewart!” Zach shouted.

Everyone turned to the restaurant door to find Zach standing in the arch. He was still wearing a hospital gown and a syringe was sticking out of his arm.

“Zach, what are you………..,” Abby started walking towards him but Zach fainted in Abby’s arms.

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