Burn Me

08: An Apple a Day Keeps the Doctor Away

"I'm doctor Montgomery, pleasure to meet you." He said, flipping open the chart.

"Lily." She said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

He took it, and then sat in the backless seat that was lower on the ground. She sat on the medical table with the scratchy paper underneath her. Patiently waiting for the exam to begin, and eagerly thinking of how to get out of him finding out she was an elemental.

"So, Lily Ashlyn Mae Ardeath, born on May 23rd 3005?" He clarified as he scanned over the paper, she nodded.

"And you listed your emergency contacts here, please confirm that these are your parents or guardians contact information..." She grabbed the paper and scanned the emails and numbers, nodding to indicate that it was correct.

"5 foot 5 and 147 lbs?" She nodded again.

"You have seasonal allergies, as well as allergies to dogs, cats, horses, vermin-"

"Just put anything with fur." She smiled, knowing how people responded when she told them this.

He scribbled something down and carried on.

"You have asthma, which you use ventilent for, and you carry it with you at all times?" He asked.

"Yes. I have an orange one too but I only need it if I'm sick."

He wrote that bit down, then flipped the page.

"Hair colour," he paused to look at her head, "Blonde/dirty blonde. Eye colour, dark brown, skin, very fare...hint of yellow." He added, looking at her.

She had never had appointments that were this detailed, talking about eye colour and-and skin tone... it was odd. But for some reason, they needed it.

"Blood typ- where's your blood type?" He flipped through the papers and paused.

Shit. She thought. The moment had come. Time to lie perhaps? Or see if it's there, which she knows it isn't. But the girl could act. She'd have to act her ass off.

"I'm O negative." She spat out.

He looked at her, curiously.

"Universal donor..." He said in an unimpressed tone.

"They forgot to take my fingerprint at the testing center." She lied again.

"I find that hard to believe, the palace doesn't make many mistakes. Surely they wouldn't... be lazy... for such an important thing."

"I have a fear of needles!" She added in hopes that he believed her with the more details she added.

"Is that right..." he said sallow-ly.

"I panicked when they asked for my fingerprint so I took the paper and sat down, they didn't wanna delay the line so they just let me go." The story was... plausible. She thought.

"I'll put O negative then, if things change we'll speak again." He concluded, and as he wrote it down she let her heartbeat slow.

After asking her if she had any history of PTSD, anxiety, depression, sucidial thoughts or any other forms of mental illnesses he went over her family lines and made sure there was no evident health risks. However, because Lily was adopted, her records were more scattered then the rest of her fellow competitors.

Dr. Montgomery took a few minutes longer with her paperwork then he wanted to and she could tell because he sighed more often then not. Since Laura and Jeff weren't her biological parents their hereditary genes didn't apply to her. And since there was no record of her real mother and father it was impossible to say if there was a history of any sort of mental or physical illnesses within her bloodline.