(pictured is Kelsey)
Paris led me down the hall by the hand. He had rescheduled my doctor’s appointment for the week after I left. I managed to sleep a little the night before but not very long. He always kept me company which I was thankful for. I trudged along behind him glancing at the different doors. He got to the door at the end of the hall and opened it for me, letting me go in first.
I went to the window and signed in before I took a seat next to him, holding my head in my hands. He rubbed my back gently while I waited. Harry had called and said the girls finally realized I was gone. After a week. Aren’t I loved?
“Miss Styles.” a nurse a said.
Paris and I both got up and went into the office. “Sir, I need to ask you to wait your turn.” the nurse said to him.
“He’s with me.” I said immediately. “Guardian…”
“Very well. We need to get your weight and height.” she said and motioned to a scale.
I slipped my shoes off and handed Paris my cell phone. The only reason I carried it was because of my music. She got my weight before she checked my height. “Kelsey, have you been having trouble eating recently?” she asked.
“I dunno really… I know I’ve been eating… Paris?” I said, looking at him.
“She’s eats one or two small meals a day and we go on jogs every other day.” he said calmly.
She nodded and wrote it down on the side of her clip board. “You’ll be in room five.” she pointed to a room down the hall and smiled to me.
“How long of a wait do you think?” I asked.
“I can get him to jump to you right away.” she smiled and led me to the room, putting the clip board in the bin hanging on the wall.
I went in the room and sat down in the chair. I was never one to lay on the doctor’s bed like thing until I had to. Paris stood outside the door for a minute looking over what the nurse had marked down. “Kelsey… you’ve lost ten pounds since your last appointment.” he said loud enough I’d hear him.
It didn’t really surprise me. I apparently ate less than I even thought and went on jogs and hardly slept. That was bound to affect my weight. I wasn’t worried yet. He came in and sat down next to me. “You’re underweight.” he whispered.
“I’m what?” I asked, looking at him shocked.
“You’re underweight.” he repeated.
I looked at my stomach and sighed. My clothes had been getting looser now that I thought about it. A few minutes later the doctor came. “Alright, Kelsey, up on the doctor’s bed.” he smiled.
I sighed and did as I was told. “Lift your shirt sleeve up.” he smiled kindly as he got the arm cuff.
I lifted my sleeve for him and he put it on my arm. He took my blood pressure twice to make sure he was reading the results right. “High blood pressure.” he said quietly as he wrote it down.
There’s just a whole bunch wrong with me… “Have you been dealing with any stress recently?” he asked.
“Oh yeah.” I nodded slightly. “Quite a bit of it.”
“Well, we are going to have to put you on medicine for high blood pressure.” he said as he wrote something down.
“Well, there’s another thing I needed to talk to you about, doc.” I said after a minute.
“What would that be?”
“It would appear I’ve got insomnia…”
“That could be stress related or depression related, or even both could play a part. Have you been feeling sad or like you were going to cry recently? Like the whole world is against you?” he asked.
“Only always.” I muttered.
“Then it’s very possible you are depressed.”
Yep. Add another medical issue to my list. Yet another medicine I’ll have to take. “Sir, I need you to go into the hall please.” he said.
“No! He’s not leaving me.” I said immediately. “Anything you have to say you can say in front of Paris.”
“It’s not what I have to say it’s that I need you to take off your shirt so I can check your breasts.” he replied calmly.
“That’s fine by me. He still stays.” I replied.
“Him? You are fine with letting a guy see your breasts?”
“You’re a guy aren’t you?” Paris replied coldly.
“Yes but…”
“He’s staying or I can go to a doctor that will let him.” I snapped.
“Fine.” he mumbled.
Paris sat back in his seat as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to him. I lay down and closed my eyes as the doctor checked my breasts for lumps or whatever was the indicator for breast cancer. Surprisingly,I passed that one with flying colors. What? With the way things have been going I wouldn’t I have been surprised if he found something. “I’ll go write up those prescriptions for you, Miss Styles.” he said and left.
“How many do you think I’ll have?” I asked Paris.
“One for blood pressure, one for depression, and I think they give pills for insomnia. I’m not sure.” he replied with a shrug.
“Oh yay. Just wait until Harry finds that out.” I grumbled.
“He’ll still love you for you, Kelsey. He’s your brother. If anything, I’d expect him to drop the tour and fly home to help you.” he said softly, handing me my shirt back.
I shrugged as I pulled it back on. “I guess… What about Niall? Do you think he’d freak out?” I asked.
“He’d be the one who follows Harry back.” he promised.
I smiled sadly and nodded. “Let’s just keep this between us for now.” I said quietly. “I don’t want them to leave their tour.”
“Alright, but if they ask how the doctor went, I wasn’t in the room when he checked your breasts.” he laughed.
“Yeah, I don’t need Harry pounding on you.” I laughed with him, though it was easy to tell it was only half real.
He got up and wrapped me in a hug as the doctor came back with four sheets of paper. “Four?” I asked.
“The three you predicted and one for bipolar disorder.” he said, handing them to Paris.
“Bipolar!?” we both asked.
