The Secret (Book 1 of the Secret Series)

Chapter 32.

KATARA

"Do something for me Katara, and sit up as much as you can." said the doctor slowly, I pushed myself up, into a painful sitting position. "How bad does it hurt?"

"Honestly, not too bad." it wasn't that bad for real, it just hurt. The doctor took notes and looked at me.

"Anything else?" I shook my head. "Okay. I see no problem with her being able to go home." I smiled hopefully. I didn't want to stay here any longer than I had to, and I'd spent more than enough time here. I wanted out. I was getting out. I coughed a few times.

"Hey Doc." Kyle said. "Have you noticed anything off about her blood, like something might be in it?" I looked at him but he didn't look at me. I was confused. Did he really think that a doctor could find something that they couldn't? I'd seen their facility, a couple of times, and it was way better than this place. This place was uncomfortable. The other one was a lot better.

"No?" he said it more like a question. "Her blood is clean, why?"

"Well, she is sick, and we don't know why." Jarrod said. I swallowed, unsure that they were really helping me get out faster. "We were wondering if you had seen anything, but if you didn't see anything-"

"If you want, we can do some blood tests." he answered.

"No." I shook my head as Samuel said, "That won't be necessary." everyone looked at me, and then Samuel. I looked at Samuel. "She doesn't need anymore blood drawn." something told me that he knew. He knew what was in me. I lay back down, my stomach starting to hurt too bad to sit up right now, due to lack of drugs in my system now, and I needed a few minutes to breath.

"Maybe, you should stay-"

"Don't you say that." I pointed at the doctor. "I don't do hospitals. You're lucky that I'm here now-"

"No you are lucky that you have friends that care enough to drag you here." he stepped forward. I looked at him, my jaw clenched. No one had ever done that before. Not many people anyway. I closed my eyes and breathed shakily.

Not many people had the guts to stand up to me, but lately, I wasn't able to stand up to anyone else.

"I'm not staying." I whispered. "I can't stay. I have things to do-"

"Like what?" laughed the doctor. It was a funny laugh either, it was a warning. "You got shot, and I swear, I have never seen so many guys kissing one girl, and not kill each other over her. You think that it's a joke-"

"Who said that it was a Joke?" I questioned. I looked at him again. My heart rate was picking up, and I was breathing hard. I sat up a little and Max moved toward me. "I never said any of this was a joke. I never said anything about this being a joke, and guys kissing me is none of your business. I'm still going gay." honestly, that last part didn't do any good to the "not joke" part, but I didn't care. I swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. "Running for my life, isn't funny. I should know. I've been doing it for most of my life-"

"Right." now it was really annoying when he laughed. "How old are you... eighteen-"

"Nineteen." I said. "My parents were killed when I was seven, and I was kidnapped. I don't even remember my brothers. Adoptive parents were killed, along with a brother, when I was nine, been running ever since. Yeah, that's funny."

"Tara." Dell said as he came to me. "Just let it go." I clenched my jaw as I watched the doctor. "We'll be going now, so discharge her and we'll be out so that you can have your next patient." I coughed and he took my hand. I leaned into him and he kissed my head. "Papers." he said. The doctor said something under his breath as he walked out. If I had one, then I'd have thrown a knife at him. I didn't like him much.