Daisies on my grave

Chapter 1.

I was sitting in the hospital's waiting room what was – being loyal to its name – filled with patiently waiting patients. Most of them were patient. However, my sister, Rose was like an electromagnetic field, radiating all her tenseness toward me, and I was afraid if I touched her right now, she would shock the hell out of me.

"Can you please calm down?", I turned to her, raising one eyebrow in question. She fixed her deep blue eyes on me, which as Granny used to say are the exact reflections of mine, but that's not entirely true, because mine are prettier, and also raised an eyebrow. Her legs were bouncing incessantly and she was nibbling on her lower lip. She looked like the embodiment of a vibrator. I said what I said.

"How could I calm down are you insane Daisy you're insane we're waiting for your results how can you be so damn calm", she said it just like this, without any commas or points, not mentioning the void that the deprivation of the question mark left in me.

"How can you be so tense?", I asked, struggling to keep my eyebrow on the top of my forehead, all this because I wanted to see which one of us can keep it there longer. "These are my results, my life's going downhill not yours."

"No, no don't say this", she shook her head no so rapidly I really considered holding it before it's flying off of her neck. "We don't know anything yet. It can be nothing. And your life's not going downhill you're not the one who sent a message to her ex, saying "I can't live without you, Eric, let's get together again", so don't complain", she gave me a look that somehow felt condescending, but also reassuring at the same time.

"Wow, you really know how to change the subject quickly", I snorted and let out a soft laugh as I eyed my crazy sister rocking back and forth on the uncomfortable plastic chair that was barely holding onto its wretched life and now had to carry Rose's weight, too. Poor chair.

"I'm sorry, it's just that- It's just too much", she sighed.

"I know", I nodded, but honestly, I didn't care much at all. Rose was always the one to overthink and worry, and I was just kinda going along with things, following the flow, vibing. Whatever you wanna call it. Getting to know my results was just another thing I wanted to get over with and live like nothing happened regardless of the outcome.

"Jeez, for how long have we been already sitting here?", Rose glanced at her watch impatiently and started chewing on her thumb. It was rather disgusting.

"Could you maybe stop doing that?", I grimaced and she finally stopped doing it. "Thank you."

Now, that she wasn't as tense as two minutes ago, I had a chance to look around in the waiting room. There was only six people including us and two of them came in after us, so there was only two people left before our turn. Simple math, but useful. Who would've thought that my elementary school teacher was going to be right? You need math in real life.

Suddenly, the door opened and everyone in the room raised their heads so fast that I could hear a few bones crack. Ouch. The coming of the doctor triggered some primal, weird reaction that reminded me of Pavlov's dogs, except there wasn't as much saliva involved.
Rose even hopped up from her chair, making me jerk in surprise.

"Ms. Jenkins", the doctor looked up from a bunch of paper he was carrying around and traced his eyes around the room to fix them on the old lady sitting opposite of me. She was like a messed up chemical reaction. And what I mean by that is that she had no reaction to the doctor's words at all. She was just sitting there, hands clasped together tightly on her lap, and tapping her feet in a slow but rhythmical way. "Ms. Jenkins", the doctor reiterated, but still got no answer. He shook his head in disbelief, rolled his eyes and eventually stepped to the lady and put one hand on her shoulder. The lady jerked in surprise just as I did a few seconds ago, and looked up at the doctor with widened eyes. "Ms. Jenkins, come with me please", he said and helped her to get up. For some reason I imagined this a little different. In my version, the lady doesn't wanna get up, accuses the doctor of wanting to kidnap her and beat him up with a stick. That didn't happen (unfortunately), and they just left. Rose made a soft, disappointed noise as she lowered herself down to sit on the chair.