Unthinkable

Unthinkable ~ Chapter 8

I was a good girl for the next few days, attending every physical therapy session that went by. I only got to see Maybelle before and after sessions, since the hospital had separate one-on-one physical therapy for everyone. Apparently the group sessions were really more mentally therapeutic than anything else. I'm not complaining; if anything, at least I got to meet some awesome people from these groups.

I found it kind of odd to even need the physical therapy, when I was doing so well with Maybelle when we hung out near the cliff. The thing is, I realized just how weak my leg was when I woke up the next day. My knee was throbbing the moment I tried to set my leg on the ground. Sore and stiff, I could barely move, forget walking. I needed to take it easy, no matter how annoying it would be.

I had to get a check-up at the hospital because they needed to evaluate my progress with the therapy. I didn't mind so much. My hospital days weren't so bad, after all, so a little trip down memory lane would be kind of fun. I brought Kania and her never-ending supply of treats with me in Damien's car. He insisted that I was in no condition to take the bus. I couldn't argue with that, since a pang of pain shot through my calf with every step I took. I smiled at him as we entered the car.

"Sorry for making you do this, Damien," I said, slipping into the passenger seat after his series of kicks upon the door. He laughed and shrugged.

"Don't apologize." He put the car into drive and flashed a smile at me and Kania through the rear-view mirror. I contorted my features into a funny face in response.

By the time I made it to the hospital, my leg had almost fallen asleep. I guess I really should be taking it easy, as much as it irked me to be idle when there's so much to do. I sat in the waiting room with Kania, telling her all about my "adventure" with Maybelle. Kania munched on a sugar cookie and listened intently, nodding ever few minutes with an excited smile.

"It would be really cool to meet her sometime," she stated after finishing her second chocolate bar. She crumpled the wrapper in her hand and smiled at me. "She seems awesome!"

I leaned back in my chair, stealing a Jolly Rancher from her hand before she could pop it in her mouth. "I don't think that'll be too much of a problem to set up." We both beamed.

"Manila Davidson?" My head whipped around to find a doctor waiting in the narrow hallway by the entrance of the waiting room, her head tilting slightly.

"That's me." I raised my arm a bit so she could find me, and then gave Kania a quick hug before rushing towards the doctor. The woman flashed me a forced smile.

"Follow me, please."

I walked with her through the narrow hallway in silence, an awkward mist hanging over us. Suddenly, I remembered what Maybelle said about my amnesia.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am," I said quickly, almost nervously. "But I have a problem..."

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"Tests?" Jade inquired about my visit to the hospital with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah, they ran a couple of tests on me to see if they made a mistake in diagnosing my amnesia," I replied, making my tone sound light and carefree, although the anxiety was eating away at my insides just as much as it was hurting Jade. "It's not a big deal, though, so don't worry."

"How many tests did they run?" She paced around the kitchen, meddling with different items as if she were trying to do something but couldn't remember what it was.

"Two, maybe three."

"Maybe?"

"I don't remember exactly..." I shrugged and bit my lip. Did I ever mention that I'm no good at the reassuring game?