I wake up in sweat and panic from the test. It was all hazy, but I remember the nurse telling me to calm down and that it was ok. I also remember her poking a syringe into my left arm. I lay limp in the chair and watch the nurse call someone on the phone. Soon, the door opens and Reed walks through the door. I look at him, barely awake, and turn my head the opposite direction. After the test, it felt weird to even acknowledge him. He comes over and sits by me. He runs his fingers through my hair, soothingly. "Hey." He says. I smile at him.
"You ok? You were in the test a long time. Usually, nobody stays in that long." I nod my head. "I'm....fine." I respond. He puts his hand on my shoulder and smiles. The nurse looks up and says, "Yes, she was in the test very long. If she hadn't woke up at the time she did, I would've had to pull her out of it, but the results wouldn't have been accurate." Reed looks at her disgusted. "So results are more important than her? She's a human you know! She's not just one of your test dummies!" He said furiously. The nurse just stays quiet and continues what she's doing. She walks towards us and calmly says to Reed, "Take her to the magicks shop. Here's her tag." She hands a thin piece of paper to him. He reads it carefully, then looks at me. The way he looked at me, he had a fearful look in his eyes. He shakes his head and helped me out the testing chair. We walk out the room and towards the big pit where everyone was. He pulled me aside before entering the pit.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"I-I'm fine...really."
"S-sorry....about your mom."
"Wait- what? What about my mom?" I ask confused.
"They haven't told you?" He looks down at the ground and shakes his head. "She's...um....we gotta call saying she's in the hospital sick..um... they aren't sure what it is yet but...um...they said its serious..." My mouth drops open, I feel a lump in my throat, and suddenly the whole room gets dark and starts spinning. I think I'm crying, but no tears are coming out. Reed hugs me and I feel like my whole body just melted into his arms, he was the only thing holding me together, the only one stopping me from embarrassing myself in public. He helps me walk to my room, since I still feel funny from the test. We walk down the long hall. Halfway down the hall, I say,
"No. I don't wanna go to my room. I don't wanna stay here. I wanna go home, and I want you to come."
"Hmm..I'm not sure that that's possible."
"Fine. I'll just go be depressed in my room and cry about my dying mother." I give him puppy dog eyes when I say this.
"Ugh..fine. Go get ready." He says. I smile and head to my room to get ready.
