Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

I had been oversleeping.

Every afternoon, after school, I always came home and went to my room, where I usually slept for twelve hours.

I couldn't understand why I was so sleepy.

All this time my mother had been worried about me. She thought I was sick, maybe I could be anemic.

"I'll take you to see a doctor," she said as she was so worried about me. I rolled my eyes. This news irritated me.

"I'm okay," quickly I said, trying to make her change her mind. I hated the idea of seeing a doctor.

"You sleep too much," she insisted. "Tomorrow, we are going to see a doctor."

The next day, we drove downtown to the doctor's office. While we were in the waiting room, I was looking at a middle-aged man as he was in his white medical coat.

My mother was by my side and described to the doctor my behavior over the last few days.

He started asking questions about how I was feeling. I responded to all his questions, irritated, as I thought everything was just nonsense.

A nurse walked me to the emergency room and lay me down on the stretcher. My mother stayed with me. I looked up at her face and noticed she was nervous, pacing back and forth.

The nurse brought the necessary instruments to collect my blood. I looked to my left when I felt the needle of the syringe move into my left arm. The clock was ticking and she was still trying to collect my blood, but it didn't seem to pump.

After several frustrating attempts, she decided to call the doctor. My mother got even more apprehensive about what was happening to me. She knew there was something wrong with me.

The doctor came in, followed by the nurse as she was telling him all that had happened to me.

"What's going on?" my mother asked the doctor, with a weeping voice.

"There is nothing to worry about. We just couldn't find the blood vessels of your daughter," he said prudently.

After three attempts, they finally managed to find my vein.

My blood was dark and thick.

I noticed that something was unusual. The result of my blood test would come within three days.

My mother and I walked out of the clinic and I looked down at my arm. Then I saw swelling and hematoma on my skin.

"Satisfied now?" I asked my mother when I stepped into our car.

"Not yet. I need to check your blood test," she replied.

"I will never set foot in that damn clinic again! Look what they did to my arm!" Then I slammed the car door as I was outraged.