Remembering Our Dance |Shelax|

Chapter 8

Shelby

I really hope Ross doesn't go ballistic when he realizes what Tyler was talking about.

Either way, Tyler is probably going to get caught.

It has been an hour or so since Liz, Sasha and Addie left and I'm really bored.

The results of the 'poison' should be here soon. Maybe today.

Hopefully today.

As I wished, I felt my eyes close and I didn't want to open them.

***

I awoke later that same day. 

Two hours later to be exact. 

I paged the doctor to come see me.

This hospital isn't like the ones you read in the books, or see in the movies.

It has two buttons. 

One for a nurse to tell them that you're awake, and the other to say 'PANIC.' or 'PERSON MAY OR MAY NOT BE DYING.'

I don't know which one. 

I looked around the room while I waited.

Although it is white and plain, it has a sort of home feel to it. 

I have no idea why, but it feels comforting.

It probably didn't for Max because I could've died, but you know. What can you do?

My nurse came in later with a clipboard. "What's the matter sweetie?" She asked me.

She has brown hair that it pulled back in a low ponytail.

"Have the results come in yet?"

"They have-"

I smiled.

"-but we have to examine them closer. So maybe tomorrow, we will share them with you."

"Can you at least tell me what you know?"

"I'm afraid we don't know anything yet, sweet heart."

I looked down.

"Okay."

"I wish I could tell you something else, but we really don't have anything yet." She told me.

"It's fine. Can I call my friends over?"

"I don't think they can; visiting hours are almost over. They'd be here and have to leave as soon as they got here." she said.

"Okay." 

I've been saying that a lot lately.

'Okay'

One simple word.

It can mean so much...

But so little.

And to me,

It means the world.

Because from that one simple word, I can tell when someone is lying.

No one says that they're okay when they really are.

Luckily, I've been one of the lucky ones who are able to tell if someone is lying.

I wish people knew when to tell me that they know I'm not okay.

I think the poison changed me.

The real question is did I change for the better,

Or for worse?