Fix Me ~ Book 1 (PTX fanfic.. KAVI)

Panic

I had rented a small car after I'd left the tour bus, which was a little exerise. I am probably sweating buckets right about now but I don't care. I just wanted to get there in time, before anything else happens to them.

I pressed my foot down on the gas, probably passing the speed limit. My eyes watered, with sorrow and anger. I gripped the steering wheel tight as ever, probably causing my hands to turn a bright red.

I was focused on the road, but it was a bit blurry with all the water in my eye. Taking one hand, I wipe the water away, causing me to swerve in the road. But luckily no one else happened to be driving at this time.

Turning a corner, I spotted the large building, with lit letters, surprisingly in English say ER. I drove in, quickly reversing into a parking space.

I turned off the car, still looking straight as if I was still driving. My hand still tight on the wheel, I burst out into even more tears. I'm still surprised I didn't dehydrate as yet.

After sitting there for a minute, I redeemed myself and hopped out of the car, my eyes still blood shot red from crying intensely.

I walked fast into building, up to the check- up desk. I stood there for about 7 minutes before a lady from behind the desk rushed up to me, with a smile on her face, as she slid glasses onto the bridge of her nose.

"Ah, Hello." She says as she takes out a large book, with columns and rows of writing.

"Hello. Can I see three," holding up three fingers, as I continued. She nodded. "patients? It's urgent." I forced a smile.

"O k. Names?" She says as she pushes the glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

"Mitch Grassi, Kevin Olusola, Avi Kaplan." My voice quivered. She didn't notice, but smiled back at me.

She flipped the pages of the book, skimming over all of the names until she dramatically taps her finger onto the book, startling me a bit.

"Oh, yes. Please, wait." The woman says as she gestures to the almost completely empty waiting room. I force another smile, walking over to the waiting room."Ma'am?" The woman called to me before I say down.

"Name please?" She asked, putting a pen down on a piece of paper.

"Kirstie." She nodded and walked back. I continued to walk, finally sitting down, taking a deep breath. I sat by no one, gladly.

There was a man who was whooping-coughing, which I did not wanna be any part of. Luckily, he was across the room from me, along with a woman and her child. The child was laying her head on the woman's lap, looking like she was going to throw up any second. The woman was softly caressing the little girl's head as she sniffed heavily. Cute, but  no thanks, no chances are gonna be taken today.

I fished for my phone, deep down in my bag as I feel it vibrate. I finally get a grasp of it and pulled it out of my bag. I check the screen, and suck my teeth. I carelessly threw it back into my purse, not caring what he had to say. To many things were overwhelming me right now, and I didn't need anymore of Scott's bullshit right about now.

"Kirstie, or Kristie?" A man shouted a bit too loud. I then look up, sliding my purse on my arm and walking towards him.

"Kirstie, it's Kirstie." I corrected him. He smiled politely and led my down a sort of narrow highway, which had a aroma that would make you awfully nervous.

"Okay so uh, Avi--"

"It's Ah-vee." I corrected his pronunciation. I hated when people do that. He muttered something about American names, but I ignored it.