her remedy

7

"You have a polyp on your vocal cords." The doctor says to me as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"A what?" I say, almost impatiently.

"A polyp. On your vocal cords. That's why you can't sing. You're going to need laser surgery."

Frustrated with his lack of explaining, I explode. "What is a polyp? What do you mean that's why I can't sing?! Does that mean I can't ever sing again? Do I really need surgery? Can I not even talk anymore?!"

"Calm down."

"Do you really think calming down is going to help me?!" I shout, standing up from the exam table and heading towards the door.

"Miss Adkins." He says flatly.

"What?" I snap back.

"Take this card and call this doctor in America. He's an excellent surgeon, he worked on Elton John. He's in Boston but I assure you with his help, you'll be able to sing again."

My tears fall freely. "Thank you." I manage to say even though I am not very fond him right now.

The one thing that I have an immense love for could be permanently gone. I might never be able to do my favorite thing in the world again; sing.

Fearful and heartbroken, I book a flight to America for tonight and call the doctor in Boston. He says he can see me tomorrow morning, but that only makes me more scared.

It actually feels like my world is falling apart, even worse than when Alex broke up with me.

I race home to pack and then rush to the airport, crying pretty much the whole time.

There is no feeling worse than opening your mouth to sing, especially when it's your whole world, and not a single sound comes out.

Once I've called Laura and my mum, I call Simon, desperate for his calm voice to assure me that everything will be okay.

We've been dating for three months now, and I still completely melt at the sound of his voice.

Before I can press the call button, someone's arms wrap around me as I sit at the gate.

I'd be able to know those arms anywhere.

"Simon!" I yell, turning around and crying into his shoulder.

"Hi, baby." He comfortingly says, and being in his safe arms only makes me cry harder.

I pull myself together after several minutes of crying into him, and say, "I'll be back in a couple of days."

"Who said I was staying here? I bought a ticket the second your mum said you had to go to America for vocal surgery. I could never let you do this by yourself."

"Oh Simon-" I say in an effort to express how thankful I am, but I can only cry tears of relief.

"Don't worry about it. By the way, how else do you think I would have gotten past security?" He calmly says, taking my hand and walking us on to the plane.

I smile. Only he could make me smile in this moment.

"Can-can you sit with me?" I ask him, my voice cracking with emotion.