Thumps sounded as my feet pounded rhythmically against the hospital bed from which my legs dangled from. I let out a sigh and looked up into the lights on the ceiling, causing bright shapes to form inside my eyelids. A click sounded from the door and it opened, leading in Dr. Hawkins, a familiar face.
"Well," he began, "we may have to raise the Propafenone and the Disopyramide which may cause some dizziness and or fatigue. We've run the blood test and her potassium levels are still alarmingly low. So I recommend Tri-K. Which you can buy at your local pharmacy." He handed my mother the prescription and smiled gravely at her.
Avoiding eye contact with me, he turned in my direction. "Autumn, how are you feeling?"
Other than the fact my heart is giving out? "Fine."
"Good, I recommend you keep those potassium levels up and help your heartbeat stay steady." He looked up from his clipboard at me. "Just keep healthy Autumn."
"Yes sir."
He nodded and gave a grim smile. "You can check out at the front desk."
And that was my day. Doctors visits, countless medications, chest pains and sore throats.
The reason?
Heart failures a bitch.
Or in my case, arrhythmia. An imbalanced heartbeat. I'm expected to go into cardiac arrest anytime. I've learned to accept this, the impending death, the cold hands, hair falling out. The depression is a side effect, so is death.
Once home it was dark out, the stars glimmering and contrasting against the black sky. Laying against the grass, staring at the stars and thinking thoughts of woe is pretty typical of me. I believe the world is a night sky, everyone has their own cluster of stars that form a constellation. Everyone has their own constellation, but sometimes someone has the same one as you. I guess you could say I like the stars, the sun in particular. There's a story of how the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe. And every once in a while, when an eclipse happens, they kiss.
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Constellation
Romance17 year old Autumn Renea Collin has a heart of gold. A heart that is dying, literally. Life appeared to be over, the fight had been lost until she met a boy, Everest. Everest James Peters has the thread and needle to stitch her together again. Altho...