"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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I've never felt so anxious in my life. My legs are bouncing on the marble tiled floor. I'm fiddling with my fingers and chewing my inner bottom lip.
The room is on a cool temperature, but I feel extremely hot. I've travelled my eyes over the white plain painted room way too many time. There's little to no decoration on the walls and in the room.
I can't find something to distract myself with. The medicinal and clinical smell of the office doesn't help in my situation.
I look between my concerned looking parents sitting beside me. Their lips are moving, letting out words with worry, panic and fear written on their faces. But my mind blocks out the things they are saying.
It just had to happen.
It just had to happen right in front of them.
I squeeze my way into reality, now hearing all my parents are saying.
"We shouldn't have left her." My Mom lets out on my right.
"We didn't know it was this bad." My Dad drags the palm his hand down his face in tiredness.
"Still it's no excuse." My Mom blurts out.
I can't help but feel awful. They barely had time to rest from their travel and they are here stressing over me, adding to their already stressful state.
My Mom touches me and I look at her. She brings her hands to cup my face, her eyes almost watering as she watches me like a broken doll.
"What if something worse had happened to her and we weren't there?" She tucks strands of my hair behind my ear.
"What if she--"
"Mom." I hate that she's talking about me like I'm not here. She should refer to me.
"I'm right here." She nods, understanding what I mean perfectly.
"I'm sorry," she rasp and I shook my head.
"Stop saying sorry Mom, you didn't do anything." They are already so stressed about what happened to me some hours ago. I can only wonder what they'll do when they find out my secret.
"I just don't understand why you would pass out from just a flu Freya." My Dad thinks to himself before looking at me.
"I don't know too Dad." I play dumb.
"Has this happened to you before?" I shake my head negatively way too fast.
"Are you sure?" I can feel the piercing eyes of both my parents at me side. I refuse to look at them, keeping my eyes on my fidgeting fingers and legs.
The opening of door of the office saves me from giving my parents a response.
"I'm sorry for the long wait." A male doctor walks into the room. He goes round the brown desk and sits on his chair behind it.
