Chapter 41: Chapter 41
"Feeling anything? Sick? Dizziness? Weak? Tired?" Doctor Khan flashes her little torchlight back and forth my eyes as I lay on the flat surface of the makeshift bed for another of my weekly checkups. My parents just outside the door because sometimes they get too uncomfortable with their twenty-One questions and I need not to be worried even during my checkups. No offense.
"Nope. So far, so good." She smiles. Scribbling something on her notepad. Next she check
my heart rate asking me to sit up for her which I did. Writing on her notepad again, one of her hand reach out to switch on a MRI machine that is use to scan my brain.
"Lay down for a second okay?" I did again already used to the numerous tests and examinations. Slowly I'm been sucked inside the machine then I heard beeps of machine buttons telling me she's by the monitor watching the activities of my brain and how far the tumor increases. Inside the weird looking machine, my eyes dart from place to place watching the blue lights go off its business as I lay still waiting for it to be done.
"I heard you are dating a boy in your school. Is that true?" Her voice echoes bouncing on the wall of the machine I'm inside. I smile, my thoughts drifting to Austin.
"Yes I am." I blush feeling giddy just at the thought of him.
"Mmhmm. Is he treating you nice?" she sounds amused if not happy for me.
"He's learning, I guess." She laughs softly.
"And that right there is an honest answer." I'm been pulled out of the machine as I slowly sat back up watching as she walk over to me taking yet another note. "Trust me, no one is perfect. Now tell me about him." She went to another monitor watching a display of my brain on the screen.
"His name is Austin and he's my crush." Her head glance at me smiling in that funny way before going back to the screen. "Let's just put it that he's a very complicated boy, sometimes he's angry, smooth, annoying, then loving. But over all, he's a good guy which he doesn't know yet and I love him." She smiles warmly walking back to me.
"Well I'm sure you do." She sits beside me. "Does he know?" the air suddenly changed as I nod solemnly. "And he still want to stay with you?" she asks perplexed not in a rude kind of way. Just genuinely surprised with a funny look on her face. My head hangs low in shame expecting to hear her critic or chastisement instead her hand covers mine looking at me not in pity but encouragement. I return her soft smile. "You did the right thing and any man that stays with you after that shocker is a keeper. Damn! that must be one hell of a good
witchcraft you use on that boy. Kindly refer me to the witch so I can get my own potion." Heart felt laughter booms across the room.
Soon a worrying mum and dad is ushered into the room while I sat in my previous position watching them talk quietly. It doesn't take a soothsayer by their action and body language to tell I'm close to the brink. I sigh taking my eyes away from them towards the glass door.
Nurses and emt staffs rolled a stroller with a bloodied person on it quickly, shouting and barking orders. I was moved to see what happened, absentmindedly walking towards the door and behind the team trying to keep the person awake. My feet moved till I was behind the door where they began prepping on operating him. I don't know but my heart felt as if it was wrenching, been squeezed tight as I watch the scene unfold in front of my eyes.
Next I know, the patient began having a seizure making his entire body shake tremendously alerting the doctors and nurses in the room. "One, two, three." I heard just as a doctor perform a DIY on him. He bounced and nothing. The procedure was done again and again while I stood in a mini shock staring at the pale looking male patient who flat lined seconds after. This time, my heart really clogged finding little to no air breathing. My mind race to an unending meters watching them try to save the dead man. Everything slowed in my brain even when I was called by Doctor khan questionably, I could only turn my head looking at her outside of the examination room with my parent beside her, worried looks on their both faces and back to the scene in front of me.
What is happening? Why am I feeling this way?
I blinked once, twice, then thrice. Instead it got worse, perspiration formed on my forehead, a loud ringing went off, still yet everyone was in the slow-motion haze that registered in my brain.
"Honey? Honey talk to me. What's wrong?" mom's frantic voice calls for me when she rushes over crouching to my level as her soft hands cups my face.
I wish I could actually say what's wrong with me but I don't know. I feel foreign even in my own body. I wanted to speak, no words came out, to squeeze back at the hand of Dad holding mine rather I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Just as I was been caught before the fall I finally got to understand why my brain and my body failed me. Why I had the sudden brain freeze. I was scared.
Scared of dying.