Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 18

We arrived at doctor's surgery and I sat Gwyneth down in the waiting room before walking towards the reception desk and looking at the young girl sat being it. She must have been around sixteen, and she was glued to her phone screen, not even noticing I was there. "Gwyneth Morris to see Doctor Anderson" I spoke up, making her jump. She looked up at me approvingly before staring back at here phone. "You'll be called when she's ready" She said in an irritated tone. I rolled my eyes and turned to Gwyn who was sat nervously in the waiting room. I was worried to death about her; I refused to let anything harm her. She's my sister and I will defend her with all the strength I have.

I sat down on the chair next to her and put my hand on her knee to stop it from jumping up and down. "I'm scared George" She cried, resting her head on my arm. I didn't want to say that I was as well; otherwise it might just make it worse. I gripped her knee tighter and just comforted her, rocking her gently as she tried to contain herself before the doctor comes out. I looked around the empty waiting room, numerous other chairs dotted around the large rectangular room. There were around five other doors that I could see, leading off into the individual offices of the many doctors that work here. Opposite me was a large notice board, under that was a coffee table with various magazines laid out on it. The notice board was covered with posters and leaflets with all different kinds of information on them. Some were for cancer, heart disease, mental health awareness and there was even a leaflet about erectile dysfunction. I wanted to smile, I wanted to nudge her shoulder and make a joke about it, but a part of me knew that it wasn't the time, maybe afterwards when she would come out and she would be perfectly fine. But right now, this was the difference between life and death for her, she could have to walk out after speaking to her doctor and pick up one of the leaflets about cancer, her life could fall apart, and now would not be the time to make a silly joke about erectile dysfunction.

After ten minutes of sitting in silence, apart from the receptionist typing at the computer every so often, the sound of a door opening caught our attention. Gwyn lifted her head off my arm and watched as the door handle turned and a friendly middle aged woman stood in front of us. She seemed nice, which was probably what she needed right now. "Gwyneth Morris?" She looked over at us, the only two people here, and Gwyn gave her a nod. She got to her feet, using my arm to stabilise herself. "Are you going to be alright?" I took her hand and made her look at me. She smiled and nodded, letting go of me and walking towards the cheerful lady stood by her door. I watched her limp towards her, the doctor reaching out her hand sympathetically and guiding her into the other room. Gwyn turned her head one last time and smiled, before walking inside and Doctor Anderson shut the door behind her. I was now alone, in a pale waiting room, scuffing my feet on the floor, waiting for them to come out.

About 2 minutes later I was getting pretty bored of sitting in silence; I took out my phone and dialled Michael's number, and put the phone to my ear and let it ring. "Georgie, what a surprise, I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away" He chuckled, and I smiled to myself. "Well I didn't think anyone else was worth my time" I smirked playfully. "So it's not just because of the fact that we had great sex last night? I'm honoured" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "I wasn't going to bring that up, but as you mention it, yes, that was some great sex we had. But that leads me on to my next question, what does this make us exactly?" I got a weird stare from the receptionist and quietened my voice. There was a pause, and for a second I thought he had hung up, but I checked, and he was still there. "Michael?" I said worryingly. I heard a cough and movement from the other end of the phone.

"George, I don't care what we are, as long as we're together, I love you" I could picture him, standing in my bedroom, his phone to his ear, smiling as he said those words to me. I didn't know what to say, I wasn't sure if I loved him or not. Technically we've only been friends a few days, but I've never felt this way about anyone before in my entire life, and I used to love him before the accident. I wanted this to happen, I wanted him to love me, and he does, so I guess that means I love him too. "I love you too Michael" I replied, feeling like I was about to cry with happiness.

I heard the door start to open and I hurried to end the call. "I have to go, it's Gwyn" I rushed. "Of course, I'll speak to you tonight" He said before he hung up the phone and I stood up, putting my phone in my back pocket and watching as the door opened. Gwyn stood in the doorway, her eyes red and swollen, with no emotion on her face. "Gwyn?" I rushed towards her, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. She let out a sob and fell down to the floor on her knees, keeling over and curling up into a ball, crying hysterically into the carpet.