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Time Travel Trouble Chapter 2
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Alina awoke the next day from the
best sleep of her life. She could tell by the way the
sun hit the faded pink wall that it was past noon. When
an experiment took hold, she would often go days without
sleeping. Alina yawned and reached to wipe the drool
from her mouth when her arm rocketed with pain.
“God damn it!” She yelled but
trying to move made everything worse. If only she had
her pocket MD with her she could easily diagnose the
problem. She feared the worst however, as her memories
came back and she realized she was still stuck in 1954.
“Someone’s awake.” Came the
familiar voice as the door opened to reveal the tall
matronly woman from before. Like yesterday, her brunette
hair was neatly done up in an up-do that had to have
taken hours. She wore another housedress, this one white
with larger pink polka dots on it. “How did you sleep,
honey?” She asked as she walked over to the bed and sat
on the edge.
“I slept great.” Alina replied.
“But I still hurt everywhere.” Alina tried to sit up but
the pain that shot through her spine sent her back down.
“Well I hope so; it’s nearly 2 pm
dear.” Charlotte said with a small giggle.
“2 pm?” Alina closed her eyes and
sighed. “I am so fired…” She moaned.
“Well, fired or not, you need to
get up.” Charlotte stood, “We need to get you ready; I
scheduled you for a doctor’s appointment at 4.” She
said. Alina looked back up at her.
“Why?” She asked, narrowing her
eyes in curiosity. “Why would you go through all that
trouble for me? Some girl who just appeared in your
backyard claiming to be from the future?” Charlotte
“You’re hurt. It doesn’t matter
where or when you’re from. You need help and I’m here to
provide it.” She smiled, “Now, let’s get you cleaned
up!” Alina squirmed, trying to sit up. The pain was
almost too much. Charlotte gently lifted Alina and
cradled the smaller girl in her arms. Alina winced in
pain but didn’t have the heart to tell the woman that
she was hurting her.
Charlotte slipped into the
bathroom. To Alina, it looked like something straight
out of the digital history files. It was painted sea
foam green and the fixtures were a gaudy gold. Charlotte
set Alina on the floor, the pain making it almost too
much to sit upright. Charlotte turned the water on
before undressing Alina. She took off her low-cut blouse
with a disappointed shake of her head. “I have some old
clothes that will probably fit you.” She stated as she
forced Alina onto her back and slipped her skirt off.
Alina tried to sit up; she had a rose-red blush on her
cheeks as she tried to see what Charlotte was doing.
Charlotte was pulling the tabs
Alina’s protective underwear. “You sure did wet your
diaper, dear.” Charlotte stated. There was no sign of
mockery in her voice as she wadded up the diaper and
threw it in the trash. Alina grumbled angrily. “Come
on.” Charlotte helped Alina up and set her naked form
into the tub.
Alina had to admit; the warm water
did feel good. She immediately relaxed in the tub. “Oh,
this is nice. We don’t have baths anymore.” She
muttered, letting herself sink into the water.
“What do you have then?” Charlotte
asked, her curiosity piqued as she kneeled next to the
“Steam showers. Five second burst
of hot steam and you’re clean.” Alina shrugged a bit.
“Interesting.” Charlotte mused as
she took a bowl she had sitting by the tub. She filled
it with water then poured it over Alina’s head. This
took the girl by surprise. “Hold still.” Charlotte
fussed with the girl as she poured shampoo into her hand
and started rubbing it into the girl’s auburn hair.
“What are you putting in my hair?”
Alina asked, trying to reach for it before Charlotte
slapped her hand away.
“It’s shampoo dear.” Charlotte
rolled her eyes; it was like this girl was from another
“Oh.” Alina stated, slightly
“You don’t have shampoo where
you’re from?” Charlotte asked.
“No, we do. It’s just a spray.”
Alina explained. Charlotte hummed in response and filled
the bowl with water again.
“Close your eyes, honey.” Charlotte
warned before dumping the bowl of water over the smaller
girl’s head. Charlotte then got a washcloth and a bar of
soap and lathered it. She started cleaning Alina at her
“I can do it myself.” Alina
protested as she tried to shrug the washcloth off.
“Alina, dear, you couldn’t get out
of bed this morning.” Charlotte stated matter-of-factly.
Alina submitted with a blush; the woman did have a
point. Charlotte continued to wash Alina all over her
“Can I…be alone for a bit?” Alina
asked after Charlotte was done.
“Of course. Just holler if you need
me.” Charlotte said and stepped outside of the bathroom,
closing the door behind her. She was greeted with the
masculine form of her husband, Steve, looming before
“Charlotte.” He stated, his voice
deep and stern. He was a bulky man; he had to be since
he was in the Army Air Force. He looked at his wife with
an upset look. “Don’t tell me she’s still here.”
“She is.” Charlotte downcast her
eyes and Steve sighed.
“Charlotte,” He pinched the bridge
of his nose in frustration. “That is a young woman in
there.” He looked at her, his voice rising. “Not some
stray dog. That girl is insane!” He yelled the last
word. Charlotte hushed him but he ignored it. “She comes
here saying she’s from the future!” He threw his arms
out in exasperation. “Do you know how crazy that
“Steve,” Charlotte did her best to
keep her voice level, “she’s not crazy. She is injured.
You saw that machine.”
“You seriously think that? That
‘machine’ was just a bunch of fancy car parts!” He
snapped. Charlotte stood her ground; while it was her
role to be submissive to him, she stood still as he
stormed down the hall. The war changed him. He used to
be so warm and caring towards her, now all she saw was
hostility. The doctor said it was shell shock.
Charlotte stood there in the
hallway, stunned. She heard the back door slam shut and
she winced at the sound, knowing he was going into the
garage to tinker. “Charlotte…” Came a small voice from
the other side of the door. Charlotte opened it slowly
“Yes, dear?” She asked as she
walked back in. Alina looked at her with guilt in her
eyes. She felt like a small child getting scolded.
“I’m sorry about the trouble I’ve
caused. I will just get going.” Alina turned away from
“No,” Charlotte walked over and
knelt down next to the tub. “Don’t worry about that,
sweetie. It’s nothing.” Charlotte smiled. “We need to
get going if we’re going to make it to the doctor on
time.” She helped Alina stand up and got her out of the
tub to dry her off with one of her fluffiest towels.
“Charlotte, really. I don’t belong
here.” Alina winced as she tried to stand. Charlotte
just picked up the petite girl. She had no trouble
carrying her into the room she slept in last night and
setting her on the bed. Alina winced in pain a bit.
“It’s alright, dear.” Charlotte
smiled. “You can’t go back if you can barely walk.” She
said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Alina sighed. The woman made a good point.
“Now, let me see what I have…”
Charlotte rummaged through the closet in the room. “I
keep some of my spare clothes in here.” She explained as
she pulled out a sundress with a floral pattern on it.
“This will do nicely! That is, until we find you better
clothes.” She laid out the dress on the bed. “I’ll be
right back.” She then walked out of the room for a few
moments. Alina tried to sit up and successfully made it
without too much pain.
Charlotte returned moments later
with a pair of shorts. “This will have to do for now.”
“What about my bra?” Alina asked.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t need that.” She stated,
nodding at her nearly flat chest. Alina blushed. “Now
come on.” Charlotte helped the small girl sit up on the
edge of the bed where she slipped up the shorts over
Alina’s legs. She then pulled the dress on over Alina’s
head and straightened it out. Charlotte was right; she
didn’t need a bra at all.
“There!” Charlotte stepped back and
admired her handiwork. “Now, we just need to do
something with that hair…” She tapped a finger to her
Charlotte wrestled with Alina’s
tangled hair until she had it in curlers. Alina didn’t
struggle much, but rather decided to let the woman have
her way. When Charlotte pulled out her industrial
strength hair dryer was when Alina flinched. “What is
that?” She looked terrified at the monstrosity Charlotte
held in her hand.
“This? Just a hairdryer, dear.”
Charlotte waved it in her hand and Alina almost fell
over in fear.
“Careful!” She tried to shield
herself from it. Charlotte looked at her curiously.
“That thing can kill!”
“This thing?” Charlotte waved it
around, nearly giving Alina a heart attack. “Dear, it’s
a hairdryer, see?” She turned it on and it roared
loudly. Alina fell to the ground in fear. Charlotte
turned it off. “My, what do they use hair dryers for in
your time?” She asked.
“It’s not the hair dryer, it’s the
heat!” Alina cowered. “The heat is directly affecting
the Earth’s ecosystem.” Alina frowned and snapped her
mouth closed. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that…” She
muttered under her breath. Charlotte rolled her eyes and
turned the hair dryer back on, starting to dry Alina’s
hair much to the girl’s discontent. Charlotte then
started unraveling the curlers in her hair and soon
Alina’s head was a mess of unruly auburn curls. She fit
the 1950’s profile to a T.
“Perfect!” Charlotte smiled, “Now,
we need to get going if we’re going to make it to the
doctor on time!” She rushed to the bathroom and made
sure she was done up perfectly. She came back into
Alina’s room, picked her up, and walked out of the house
with Alina in her arms. The car was sitting outside of
the garage; its red paint shone in the sun. Alina could
tell by the soft top that it was a convertible.
Alina didn’t struggle as she was
put into the backseat of the car. She looked around
hesitantly. “Seatbelts?” She asked, feeling the warm
“What are those?” Charlotte asked
as she slipped into the driver’s seat. Alina sighed
heavily. This was like an entirely new world for her.
She sat in the back of the car, holding on to the
leather seat for dear life.
The drive there was the most
stressful 20 minutes of Alina’s young life. Charlotte
wasn’t a bad driver, Alina was just sure the car was a
deathtrap. Once they got to the family practitioner she
let out a sigh of relief as Charlotte parked the car.
Alina was embarrassed to have the woman open the car
door for her and help her out. They walked into the
front door of the small office.
Alina surveyed her surroundings as
they entered. The waiting room was small with only four
chairs besides the reception desk where an older woman
sat, filling out paperwork.
“Hello Mrs. Smitty.” Charlotte
greeted after she set Alina in a nearby chair. The older
woman looked up at Charlotte with a smile on her face.
“Hello Charlotte,” She greeted.
“What brings you in today?” She asked, looking at her
paperwork for the appointment.
“I have my…uh…cousin in.” Charlotte
“Ah, here you are.” Mrs. Smitty
pulled out the file. “She’s your cousin?” She asked,
looking curiously over at Alina, who paged through an
edition of Sears Roebuck.
“Yes.” Charlotte wasted no time in
responding that time.
“Are you her legal guardian?”
“Uhm…yes.” Charlotte smiled
“Alright, fill this out for me
please.” Mrs. Smitty handed over a clipboard of a few
papers. Charlotte smiled and took it, sitting down with
“What’s all this for?” Alina looked
at the papers curiously as Charlotte flipped through it.
“Release of medical statements.”
Charlotte scanned the paper.
“Can’t they just scan my chip?”
Alina groaned as Charlotte looked at her with curiosity.
“Right.” She threw her head back in exasperation and
frustration. “We have microchips under our skin they can
just scan to access our medical records on their
mainframe.” She whispered. Charlotte just shook her head
and looked back at the papers.
“Last name.” She stated.
“Fitzpatrick.” Alina responded.
Charlotte scribbled it down.
“Date of Birth?” She asked.
“April 23rd, 2101.”
Alina responded offhandedly. Charlotte sighed.
“We’ll have to fudge that one.” She
said, doing a bit of math before writing down April 23rd,
“’42? That would make me…” Alina
had to count on her fingers to do the math, “12!” She
“How old are you?” Charlotte asked,
“24.” Alina snapped back. Charlotte
“Well you look 12. Besides, to keep
you on my insurance you need to be under 18.” Charlotte
explained as she scanned the paper. Alina huffed and
crossed her arms.
“This is taking too long…” Alina
complained, quieting when Charlotte glared at her.
“Any pre-existing conditions?” She
asked as she read off the paper.
“No.” Alina curtly answered.
“Ok, that about does it.” Charlotte
signed the bottom and brought it back to the
receptionist. Mrs. Smitty looked over it.
“Alright, Dr. Painter will see you
now.” The receptionist smiled, but Charlotte could see a
sense of uncertainty in her eyes. Charlotte just nodded
curtly and went over to Alina, picking her up and
helping her past the door and to an examination room.
“That was fast…” Alina commented as
they entered the cozy looking room, complete with
examination table, comfy chairs, and abstract art on the
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Charlotte
asked. Alina shrugged.
“I’m used to three or four hour
wait times.” She said as if it was no big deal.
Charlotte’s jaw went slack in shock.
It was then that the doctor entered
the room. He was a balding, older man with a bulging
stomach. He wore spectacles on his nose and carried the
clipboard with him. “Alina Fitzpatrick?” He looked up,
seeing the two women, one of whom he recognized as
Charlotte. “Good afternoon.” He pulled up his stool and
sat on it as he looked over the paperwork they filled
out in the waiting room. “Alina, what a strange name…”
he stated. Alina opened her mouth to chew him out but
Charlotte cut her off.
“Her parents are foreign.” She
explained quickly, already having a lie pieced together.
The doctor nodded, buying it hook, line, and sinker.
“Alright, and what are we in for
today then?” He asked, looking at Alina.
“Well, she had a bit of an
accident.” Charlotte explained the best she could. “She
says everything hurts.” The doctor nodded and put his
stethoscope to his ears and placed the other end on
It was a routine physical. He
listened to her breathing and felt her body over. She
winced in pain at nearly every touch. Dr. Painter was
silent as he wrote down notes. “What happened?” He asked
as he checked her reflexes.
“Uh…fell off my bike.” Alina
explained, playing off of Charlotte’s lie, squeaking as
he hit her with the scalpel.
“That must’ve been some wreck.” He
stated, taking more notes on his paper. “I’ll be right
back.” He said and left the room. Once the door closed
Charlotte let out a sigh of relief, smiling.
“I’ve never lied like that before.”
She admitted, “It was thrilling.” Alina rolled her eyes.
“I just want to get out of here.”
She remarked, “Will I get an x-ray or something?” She
asked, rubbing her arm where he had been poking her.
Charlotte shook her head, still not understanding the
technical jargon that Alina threw out. “Whatever.” Alina
tried to get comfortable and she sat back in her seat.
Only a few minutes passed before
the doctor came back in. “Well, I think I know the
issue.” He stated, looking at his chart before looking
up to see the two women and then sitting down. “Miss
Fitzpatrick.” He stated, looking Alina in the eyes. “You
have severe tissue and nerve damage. I’m surprised you
can feel anything at all. Your spine was severely
bruised and the fact that you have motor control is
surprising.” He looked at her as if she was an immortal.
Alina growled. “Fix me.” She
demanded. The doctor sighed and looked at his notes.
“Like I said, it’s simply
astounding you’re breathing. I have never seen damage
this extensive on a living individual before.” He looked
at Alina, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of
his nose. “I suggest, Mrs. Rodgers,” he looked to
Charlotte as he spoke, “that she stay on bed rest for at
least three weeks. Then she should come back in for
further evaluation.” He ignored Alina completely.
Charlotte nodded. Alina ground her teeth in aggravation.
“Thank you doctor.” Charlotte
“No, that’s not right!” Alina
snapped, “You can’t just let me go like that! Something
is really wrong with me!” She yelled. The doctor and
Charlotte looked completely shocked. The doctor was the
first to regain his composure from Alina’s outburst.
“Mrs. Rodgers. I suggest you reel
Miss Fitzpatrick in.” He sternly suggested.
“Alina…” Charlotte hissed, angry at
“He’s a doctor he should fix this!”
She snapped. The doctor took off his spectacles, pulled
out his cleaning cloth, and started wiping them.
“Miss Fitzpatrick, I don’t believe
you understand the severity of your situation. Your
tissue is severely damaged. I can’t be sure of the
extent for I have never seen this type of damage
before.” He placed his glasses back on his face.
As he looked at her, Alina could
see his eyes grow wide as he saw something. Charlotte
followed his gaze to Alina and gasped in surprise. She
saw a growing dark patch underneath the girl.
“What?” Alina was confused but she
followed their gaze to the seat beneath her. She saw the
wet patch beneath her and she gasped, trying to stop
herself from peeing in the chair. She had already soaked
the shorts she wore under the dress.
“Interesting development.” The
doctor stroked his chin. “Probably internal bruising or
damage.” He deduced.
“Then fix it!” Alina snapped. The
doctor sighed, his frustration starting to show.
Charlotte placed her hand on Alina’s thigh to try and
“I can’t be sure what is wrong. I
would suggest protective briefs for the time being.” He
suggested and stood up. “I will have a nurse bring back
a wheelchair.” He said and left the room. Alina held her
head in her hands, ignoring the physical pain as she
Charlotte was stunned for a bit,
unsure what to do. She sighed and wrapped an arm around
the crying girl. Alina wept into Charlotte’s shoulder,
devastated that her world was crashing down around her.
Charlotte held her, rocking Alina slowly back and forth,
feeling truly sorry for the girl in her arms. But, at
the same time, she had a unique opportunity presented
before her. Here was a young woman who needed constant
care and protection. She knew barely anything about this
time. Like the icing on a cake she was bawling into her
like a baby. Like the baby Charlotte never had.
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