Grey Skies

Chapter 19

NOTE: Just a heads up but this chapter is a bit uneventful and I don't really like it, but since I've just been a horrible person with updates, I felt you guys deserved at least something. I will definitely make it up to you guys with the next chapter. Thank you so much for your patience and I will try my hardest to update ASAP and give you guys a chapter worthy of the wait. 


Chapter Nineteen

People like to say it's a small world. There's roughly seven billion people on this place and yet that's a thing, but I finally understood why people felt that way. Out of all the internships that I can possibly apply for, I find one that involves seeing the one person I never wanted to see again on a regular basis.

Smaller than the world is this office though, and smaller than that is this exam room we stepped into so that she could explain what the practice exactly does. I listen to her speak, but I continue to scan the plain room rather than look at her. The plum exam table in the center of the room is clearly more interesting than how her face looked as it paled and matched the office walls right on sight. The white counters are basically empty, except for the sink taking up half the space of one and a laptop sitting in the center of the other, and a skeleton stands alone in one of the corners. The walls have diagrams of the back, the neck, and information on how laser therapy could alleviate and manage people's pain.  I couldn't stop staring at the laser machine. At first I just thought it was two monitor screens and a keyboard to record patients' information, then Meg started to explain the machine to me. There were some sort of black blocks that varied in their intensity that they put on their patients for roughly an hour before it was time to use the actual laser. That, accompanied by the laser, was meant to help blood pool to injured areas and help with pain.

That was all I really got out of the office tour. I didn't understand the mechanics behind the machine as much because as Meg walked over to it and showed me its parts, I imagined her picking up the laser, pointing it in my direction, and zapping me into microscopic particles. I bet that'd help with some of her pain.

When I tune back in and finally look at her, she has the white laser handle in her hand and begins to approach me.

"Listen--" Meg begins.

"Oh my god, please don't cremate me," I beg.

Meg stops in her place and scrunches her face. "What?"

"I'm really sorry about what happened. I didn't plan on it, and I know Davis---" Davis? You're dating the guy and you can't even say his first name? Some big shot you are. "I mean Tyler..." Shit, way to remind her that you can call him by his first name now, because you snagged her boyfriend, and now you'll die by a laser. Way to go, Iris. "I mean, um, I know he didn't mean to hurt you either. He felt really bad about it. I mean, I can't speak for him or anything, but I'm sure he's sorry."

"I was just going to see if you wanted to check the laser out," she said slowly, "but maybe you shouldn't."

The next ten minutes feel like ten hours of me following Meg around and listening to her speak. She doesn't mention the little incident in the exam room  and I'm thankful for it. If she wanted, we could never speak of it again.

After she tells me that the internship starts in two weeks, I practically run through the door and speed out of the parking lot. Rather than going home, I decide to go to Davis' because he promised to make us dinner tonight. Even without that promise though, I'd probably be at his, hogging up the remote and all the space on his couch.

I ran through the things that Davis could possibly make in my head on the drive over. It was a short list, about five things he said, and I've only ever tried two: some form of pasta and eggs. Once i make it to his driveway, I look around and make sure that no one is around. When the coast is clear I hop into the back seat and decide to change into something more comfortable.