Spitfire

The Professionals Claimed

It's been 30 minutes since Spitfire was taken to the hospital,

Scott sat in a chair alongside his hospital bed,

the high pitch beep was deafening,

but Scott just watched,

horrified for his friend,

From what the professionals claimed,

Spitfire could be a diabetic,

Spitfires brown eyes started to crack open,

and he began to take notice of where he was at,

" Scotty?" He asks slowly.

Scott answers quickly, " Spitfire, baby... I'm here... Your ok, sweets, everything is ok," he says,

grabbing ahold of his hand,

" everything is going to be fine!"

Spitfire moans, grabbing his head,

"Everything is blurry, Scotty,

I'm scared, " he cries.

Scott frowns,

opening his mouth to speak,

but was interrupted by a doctor entering the room,

Scott turns to the Doctor,

" Oh, your awake." Dr. Jillian says,

he had a few papers in hand, a clipboard, etc.

Spitfire shook his head, clutching Scott's hand tightly.

Scott responds, " Doctor... What's wrong, what happened? Why'd he passed out like that," he asked,

" Well.." Doctor Jillian replies, " from the test results we took while you were unconscious, Spitfire,

we found that your pancreas,

can produce little or no insulin,

you may be a victim of type two diabetes

this disease is treatable but not curable," he finishes,

"With further study,

we will know for sure, though,"

Scott shook his head, "So what exactly triggered this?" He asks.

"Our researchers believe that high levels of Stress hormones could stop the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas from working properly and reduce the amount of insulin they take, " Dr. Jillian continues,

" There are a few treatments recommended By specialists here in this hospital," He says, glancing down to the clipboard,

"Uhm... I understand you were taken here by pure emergency,

but we need to have a written signature by a parent or legal guardian, Spitfire do you understand?" Jillian says, looking at Spitfire.

Spitfire nods, looking over to Scott, "Scotty... Call dad, ok?" he says, Softly

Scott shook his head, leaning down to lay a soft kiss on Spitfires lips,

"Ok... I'll call em' for you,"

Spitfire nods with sleepy eyes,

"You need to get some rest,

then when you're parent arrives,

I will discuss the treatment supported,

I'll be out here in the hall if you need me." Dr. Jillian explains, waving for Scott to follow.