🔞 VERA 🔞
Hannah was right. I needed to see a doctor. After everything that has happened, I guess I must have hit my head somewhere without my knowledge and it's taking its toll on me.
When Dr. Halmes sat across from me in his small office, I started thinking of what to say that was wrong with me.
Dr. Halmes office wasn't too small, but the shelves at each side of the office contained records, scientific research papers and books mainly made for doctors.
The first time I visited this hospital, I was just six years old and I had asked my mom how the doctor would be able to read all that book.
My mother had laughed at me and told me that some of the books are those the doctor read in school and during research, and others are documents or records of people who have been in the hospital before which must be kept for future reference.
"How can he be able to know which book is this or that?" That was a very stupid question for me to ask if I look at now as an adult.
"Sweetheart, they all have names and he sets them according to the date each document is recorded. Don't worry, you will understand all of it soon," my mother knew how curious of a person I was and she had answered me patiently.
Sitting in the doctor's office waiting for him, it reminded me so much of my mother, my beautiful childhood which had ended following their separation and I was left devastated.
Dr. Halmes set his stethoscope aside, scribbled something on a notepad beside his desktop computer before shifting it aside and folding his hands on the table as his attention was finally on me.
"Miss Santos, how long has it been since we last saw each other? Let me guess, two years ago, huh?" He asked.
"I don't think so. My doctor has lost his fibre to old age, I guess retirement will do you some good. Remember that I dashed in here last fall when I came back from New Orleans."
"Oh, must be so. Old age is damaging my retentive memory. Welcome back, Miss Santos. It's good to have you back." He grinned, tapping his contact lenses.
I smiled at the once gorgeous face of one of the most good-looking men in Dallas. His face is partly covered by wrinkles.
"How do you do now? Back to your old house or…?" He threw his hands up, demanding I complete the question.
I knew exactly what he meant, and I believe the next question would be about my parents, so I changed the subject.
"I'm doing just fine. Dr. Halmes, I think I'm sick!"
I think he understood. "How so? Does one think he or she might be sick? If you are not feeling well, tell me what it is or you'd better run tests on your health,"
"How do I explain this…" I sighed. "I don't just feel myself again! Could you believe that I… I…I…" I pinched my cheeks hard and blew out a breath. "I'm simply sick… like, I should visit the psychiatric hospital instead of coming here!"
He brought his face closer to mine as if he hadn't seen my face before. "I could recommend a good psychiatrist to you. Go on and tell me what makes you think you need to see one."
I nodded my head repeatedly as I said, "I started doing things that don't make sense recently. Something I thought I had gotten over with and probably that's because I don't feel well in my head."
He removed his spectacles to get a closer look at my damned face. "You are not making sense at all. Vera, what happened to you? Is this what New Orleans does to a young lady?"
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