Always & Forever

Chapter 10

Amada POV

I slowly opened my eyes, the bright sunrays practically blinding me as I drifted to consciousness again. Lola was by my side, moving my arm with her paws and licking my face repeatedly. 

"Lola, stop." I groaned, trying to push her head away from my now slobbery face but couldn't, as I didn't have the strength. 

Dad scooped me up from the ground and my head fell against his chest. 

He placed me down on the couch again, laying my head on moms lap as he held me in place gently, so I didn't fall. 

I knew I was drifting in and out of consciousness and was not very coherent as mom and dad talked.

But the next thing I knew I heard something about the hospital and so I tried rolling off the couch. I am not going to the hospital. My parents both placed a hand on me though, holding me closer but I tried wiggling out again. 

"I don't want to go to the hospital, I'm fine. Please don't make me go." I said, my voice shaky as tears clouded my vision. I've had way too many bad experiences there.  

And now, here I am, fifteen, almost sixteen years old trying to wiggle from my parents grasp because I don't want to go to the hospital, but I really don't care. 

It was difficult to move though and when I heard, "Amada, stop. You're going to fall." I did because my limbs were just not strong enough again yet. So I fell limp against them, trying to focus on what they were saying. 

Focusing was difficult, I only registered bits and pieces before we were on a call with one of mom's friends, who was a doctor. 

He talked with them briefly before advising we don't go to the hospital which I was thanking my lucky stars for. "It could be something more serious like low blood pressure, but for a girl her age that is highly unlikely. It's not uncommon for teenagers to pass out." he had said. 

"When's the last time you ate?" he asked me, adding, "Have you eaten much the last couple of days?"

"I've eaten, enough." I said, looking away.

"When was the last time you had a meal? Not a snack but a whole meal." he pressed, calmly. 

I fiddled with my fingers, knowing my parents won't like my answer and then they will be all paranoid all the time making sure I eat.

"Amada?" he encouraged after a minute.

"I ate a bit last night for dinner." I finally replied.

"A bit? Not a full meal though?" Mr. whats-his-face questioned. The doctor guy.

"I wasn't hungry." I informed him, shrugging.

He hummed, "So when's the last time you had a full meal?"

"Sir, Mr. Doctor, Mom's friend, I want you to know that my parents feed me, I just don't eat a lot and that's my choice. I wasn't hungry yesterday and haven't really been hungry today but I have energy and am feeling much better except for being a bit hungry."

"I understand. I know your mom well. I don't doubt she takes extremely good care of you." he said kindly, a tad too kind with this large, goofy smile plastered on his face.   

He continued ranting about mom and how amazing she was and I agree, she is, but he was going way over the top. He finished by encouraging me to, "Eat some food, maybe take another nap and remember to stay hydrated."

"Yeah, I got it." I said and handed the phone back to mom. 

She started talking to him so I began moving to stand but dad moved faster, telling me to just stay here and rest then left, going into the kitchen to make food. Well someone is jealous, I thought with an eyeroll.