The Experiment

Thirteen

"What time is it?" I asked. "Really you should put a clock in... wait nevermind that ticking would drive me crazy,"

He chuckled, "It's 2:15," he said.

I nodded snd stood. Ashley came in. I smiled.

"You look like you are doing a lot better," she said.

"Yeah just have a migraine," I said.

She nodded. "I was looking in your chart. You have a CT schedualed as well. For 4:00pm."

"Yes. Is it done at this place?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighs. We have a CT, OR room availible and a ultrasounds. We do have too travel for an MRI if we needed one done," she said.

I nodded.

She brought over a tablet, "To verify your name is Izzy Peirson?"

I nodded. "Its not under volturi anymore?"

"No. Your father changed it during admission," she said.

"Can you change it back?"

"Most likely not," she said.

I nodded and looked down. I extended my arm out for her so she could draw my blood.

I sighed and looked down lookig away at that aspect.

"Do you want to eat before the CT or after?"

"Probably after," I sighed.

She nodded. "I'll come up around 3:00 do a short exam then take you down,"

I nodded and sighed.

I stayed quiet for about an hour.

"Izzy?" Charlie asked.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay... you havent moved for a solid hour," he said.

"Yes, I'm just thinking. Thinking about my mate. Thinking about my mother. Thinking about what I did in my life for my dad to want me here," I said.

"You didn't do anything wrong Izzy." He said.

"I remember him telling me that 'I shouldve been a better child' what is that suppoed to mean? What did I do wrong?"

"Some people aren't meant to be parents," he said. "Your mother. She would but considering your fater's profession, I dont think he really wanted a child. I think the only reason he did was because his wife wanted children." He said.

That hurt.

"But my mother and mate?"

"Youre mother wants you back more than anything. When I talked to Sulpicia and Demetri... They said they will go away with you forever," He said.

"I know we cant send letters but can I write one anyway? And you tell them it over the phone. Burn it after?

"Yes. I cant talk to them again for another two weeks. Its just to keep things looking...weird," he said. "Write the note 30minutes before." I nodded.

"Once I get out of this room are you going to be able to stay with me?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said.

I nodded.

I zoned out completely. I just didnt feel like myself.

I heard a voice. It was Charlie's "She has been having dissociative eppisodes today. To talking or speaking. Not reacting when I speak to her,"