Hate Him // G.D

1.7 Check Up

"Mom I really don't wanna go." I groan in the car as we head to the doctors office, to get me checked out.

"Hayden you're getting worse, I don't want this to be serious." My mom says, firm on taking me.

Today I didn't even go to school, which surprisingly I was bummed about.

I gripped the sleeves of my hoodie and sighed, losing the argument.

Fifteen minutes of driving passed and we were in the boring waiting room of the doctors office. I come here every year to get my physical, and a shot, nothing new.

"Hayden." A male doctor called. My mom and I stood up, and followed him through the door to a blue room.

"Take off your hoodie and shoes." A female doctor says to me, I do as told and stand on a weight measurer where she takes my weight and height.

"Wow you've grown an inch." She says. "From 5'4 to 5'5." She says smiling.

I nod and sit on the bench while she writes stuff down.

"So what brings you here today?" She asks, my mom takes the opportunity to explain all head aches, bruises and falls I've been having.

"Interesting." She says writing it all down on her metal clipboard.

"What hurts?"

"Mostly my arms and legs, sometimes everywhere."

"What are your symptoms?"

"Headaches, dizziness, fever, bruising." I pause. "And Ive been cold a lot recently."

"How long has this been going on?"

"A little under a month." I say, noticing my mom growing concern.

"Do you smoke, take any recreational drugs, drink alcohol and how often." She says and I start heating up.

Ive only drunk once so I think it would be safe to say no.

"Never."

"Any family history of diseases?" She asks.

My mom answers this one. "My brother recently died of lung cancer." She says.

"Sorry to hear that." She says sympathetically writing it down.

"Do you take medication?"

"No."

"Are you sexually active."

"No."

"Have you had any previous surgeries?"

"No."

After writing it all down she gets my blood pressure and heart rate.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" She asks pressing down hard on my arm.

I wince and nod.

She presses my legs and side asking if I feel pain and I nod.

"Alright last question. Are you allergic to any medicine?" She asks.

"No."

She scribbles a bit more words and goes over the information.

I stare at her facial features trying to read her.

Her eyes grow a bit bigger and she gives a quiet gasp.

"Miss Smith, can I talk to you out in the hallway."

She says to my mom, who nods and follows her. I sigh and sit, listening to the low mumble of their voices.

They come in a long minute later, my mom looking uneasy and worried.