Cellanous

chapter eleven :

Yawning, I dragged myself back over to my bed, letting myself plop down before answer the phone.

"How are you Ava?"

I blinked once, then twice, before being able to fully pinpoint whose voice this was. "Oh. Hi mom."

"So Kai told me that you had forgotten to take your pills yesterday?" Concern was clear in her voice. "You okay?"

I rolled my eyes and then sighed. "Yeah mum. Just tired."

There was a nervous but relief filled laugh that came from the other end.

"Anyways," I continued, "I do have a question. What is my medical condition exactly?"

There was a moment of silence and Ava didn't even need a picture of her face to understand that she had a look of disbelief on her face. "D-Did you never l-listen when the doctor spoke to us?"

In that one moment of frustration, I wanted to throw my phone at the wall, roll over, and then scream into my pillow. My doctors had never been keen on explaining the my own condition to me. I asked questioned and pried, but the only thing I ever received was very curt and un-answering answers. I had learned to give up. It was pretty obvious that either they didn't like me or they just didn't like teenagers in general.

But I wasn't really complaining. They had took us in when countless other hospitals had given up on me. So no complaining from me.

Letting a wavering sigh of frustration, I spoke slowly. "No mom. They never actually explained anything to me. Can you?"

The moment I said that, I could tell right away that she wanted to ask so many different questions now, but she kept the lid on that. Thank god. We'd be here all day if she hadn't stopped herself.

She cleared her throat before starting. "What you have doesn't exactly have a name, since it's something they've never really seen before. It's very rare. Although your doctors call it 'N.S.R.D.' which stands for nervous system receptor damage."

I took in the name and then slowly rolled it over in my mind, mentally saying it and repeating it. For some odd reason, a wave of relief hit me. I had something to finally call this elusive condition I had that had caused me so many problems before. All the up from elementary school had this unnamed thing had haunted me and now, I finally had a tag for it.

"Basically, some of your nervous system in your spinal core - you know, the main one - is screwed up for some odd reason which even the doctors can't seem to figure out. But either way, that really small part that's messed up managed to damage some of the receptor things in your brain. I don't know which ones for sure. Your dad knows more. It causes your brain to send out random signals, thankfully, not to all your body parts, but mainly to some other parts of your brain and your immune system."

That was a shit ton of information, but then again, I had asked for it. I repeated the information over and over into my head as it sunk and imprinted itself into my brain. That's when another question hit me.

"Oh. Wouldn't that mean my mental health would be . . . off?"

The answer came quick and decisively, leaving no room for even the thought that my mom was lying. "Absolutely not. For some amazing reason, it hasn't affected your mental health. Only your physical."

Biting my lip, I thanked whatever miracle worker had been there for that, before turning back and reviewing everything else. I had heard parts and pieces of this over and over again, but I had been missing too many different parts to easily piece it together. Now it was starting to make sense, slowly but surely.