Save My Sparkle (Completed)

7. Alright Deal

It is has been a few days since we were decorating Mama and Dads house. I haven't got my tree up but I do have all my lights hung up and there is nothing better than writing with them on and nothing else. Makes things cheerful and bright things make the world a better place.

So the tree may or may not make it up since really I have the lights up. I like having a tree but I will be spending more time at my parents house or the photography shop where there are trees. Well, I do still have the one small fake tree that Mama gave me the very first Christmas she was with us and that is out with the lights on the coffee table so that is my tree this year like it has been every single year.

The pen writes fluidly as I get lost in the words. Best thing for me is the pen and paper first then I can revise here and there while still seeing the original work. Once I am completely decided on the words that is when I will place them over the pictures, along with choosing the font and color for the words. That way George will just do the entire edit at once like seeing a finished digital copy of the book.

My alarm goes off and I see it is time to make way to my appointment with Ms. Ambrose. I place my pen down and turn the alarm off and tidy up my desk. I make way to the bathroom and freshen up before grabbing my keys and making my way down to the hospital.

When she called she had asked for this conversation period to be in person. I knew she would hold up to her call on Monday but for her to have me come in this time seems odd. Still there really is something about her that even though she is trying to get me to do something I don't get mad at her. In a way, it is cute to hear or the one time see how flustered she gets with me.

Is it bad that it has actually made me hard? Probably is a bad thing but something about her is also interesting to me since she has now made it to where we speak three times a week and not just once or twice.

The drive is easy as pie even with snow, just have to know how to drive in it and not be an idiot. That is why a person should leave with plenty of time and not be in a rush.

I walk and follow the signs for where I am needing to go before I get to a small area with comfortable looking couchs around. There is no receptionist but I see a bell that says 'Press Once.' I press the bell since the red light isn't on and wait by the door against the wall.

The door opens but no one walks out so I move to where I can look in and Natalie startles, putting a hand on her chest after jumping back.

"You know most people wait in front of the door or sit on one of the couchs." She huffs.

"Most also don't startle so easily." I smirk, trying not to laugh at her reaction.

"Come on in." She moves for me to walk in and I chuckle lightly on how it is nuetral color tones and there is some furniture on the side across from a desk and two chair area. "You can take a seat where ever you like."

"I will set where ever you want me too." I shrug not having a preference.

"You can sit in a chair in front of the desk." She offers and I follow her over to the desk.

After a few moments of silence I lean back in the chair slightly, as she types on her keyboard.

"So you asked me to come here instead of the normal call we have had." I start since I am curious as to why. Not to mention, I really do like how her voice is soft and not high pitch like she is trying to hard but instead just like a soft melody in the breeze. Makes me wonder what she would sound like should she ever get mad.

Natalie looks and smiles at me. "Yes, I was bringing your file up to where I can see everything."

I nod and wait a few minutes longer before she faces me fully giving me her attention. The room is barely decorated with anything that one would think may be found here to make it more comfortable. Honestly, take out the furniture and this could easily become just like any other hosptial room.

"You seem uncomfortable today." Natalie states.

"This room is very bare and not as warm welcoming as one would think a therapists office may be. Plus there is zero Christmas decorations and I know it isn't against hospital policy to have at least something up for Christmas."

Natalie laughs lightly with a shake of her head. "I am honestly not one for much of the decoration in a very long time, those are something a part of me lost."

I tilt my head some since it is the first time she has admitted something about herself.

"Don't even start." She points at me and I smirk.

"What was I going to start?"

"This is not a reverse session where you figure me out. Today I was hoping that since meeting your sister in the store you may be less reluncant to talk to your family about what is happening with you. Even though you haven't had any further blood work done or another scan, I am wondering if you would walk with me to the doctors floor for at least a blood test to check your levels."

"Why do you think I need to have those checked again in a months time?"

"Because you seem so reluncant since nothing is set in stone. If these tests come back showing signs of worsen even with the diet for the previous results I really think you should discuss it with your family. I know the holidays are a huge part of you, Nicolas, but it could crush them if they weren't to know. Trust me the last thing you want to do is make the holidays something they can never look at the same because you hide this."

I sit back completely in the chair and my finger traces my lips slightly.

Seeing her point of it all does make sense, I wouldn't want to ruin the holidays it is to big for my family. Could they see this as a sad Christmas though too because that is not something I want either. Part of me really wanted to hold out on telling them because I really just want these holidays before it got to the possibility part of this diagnosis. It is why I haven't been full of questions just yet.

"Okay if these come back showing worse, as in a lot worse, I will tell them. If it comes back barely changed then I keep my way of them not knowing."

Natalie sighs. "Guess we are at least gaining ground."

"Under one condition." I hold my finger up.

Something that really hits me and I don't understand it either.

"What's that?" Natalie looks to me before getting out of her chair.

"You tell me why you are the way you are with the holidays. Because it seems like you want to be involved with them or seemed longing but there is something holding you back or keeping you from enjoying the season."

Natalie sits back. "Alright deal that wouldn't be hard and I have nothing to hide."