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november 10
Wednesday
MOM's HOUSE
BRIGHTWOOD
♫I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together♫
"Get It Together" by 702 played softly in the background, the lyrics echoing the emotions swirling inside Jade as she sat in her new room in Brightwood. The place was different from what she was used to—calmer, quieter. The kind of place where everyone waved hello, but today, none of that peace could settle the unease she felt. She'd been feeling off for the past month, and it was starting to worry her.
"Jade, you've been throwing up a lot lately," her mom said, her voice filled with concern as she gently rubbed Jade's back.
Jade sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion.
"Let's take you to the doctor, baby," her mom suggested, her tone firm yet comforting. Jade nodded, knowing it was time to figure out what was going on with her.
She got up slowly, every movement feeling heavy. She pulled on a hoodie and some sweatpants, the only clothes she could stand wearing right now. Her mom waited by the door, watching her with worried eyes as Jade slipped on her shoes. Together, they left the house, stepping out into the crisp air of Brightwood. The neighborhood was different from what Jade was used to, with its quiet streets and friendly faces, but there was a certain peace here that she couldn't deny. It was a far cry from the chaos she had left behind.
After about twenty minutes, they arrived at the hospital. The building was small but welcoming, with people milling about, giving Jade and her mom polite nods as they walked in. The receptionist at the front desk directed them to the waiting room, where they sat in silence, the soft hum of the room doing little to calm Jade's nerves.
Fifteen minutes later, a nurse called Jade's name. She followed her mom through the door and down the hall to an examination room. The nurse gestured for her to sit on the bed, and Jade did, feeling the cool paper crinkle beneath her. She stared at the tiled floor, her mind racing with all the possibilities of what could be wrong.
The door opened, and a doctor walked in, a kind smile on his face. "Hello, I'm Dr. Anderson," he introduced himself, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Hi," Jade replied, managing a small smile in return.
