Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I went through a bunch of probably useless testing. It took forever..and I don't even have my homework with me so I could work on it in between. The doctors gave me a neurological test, checking my vision, hearing, balance, coordination and reflexes. Which, to be honest, I kind of failed. But who doesn't fail that kind of test after having a seizure, right? I then had to have an MRI scan, which I'd never had before, and was even less enjoyable than it sounded.

Finally, after hours, they let me leave. My parents drove me home and we spent most of the ride in silence. I was sure I'd be fine, I didn't even feel dizzy anymore.

I texted Axcel when I got out and he said he wanted to come over, even though it was, like, eleven at night. I told him I'd see him tomorrow in school. My parents seemed to think I should stay home, but little did they know, that wasn't going to happen. I loved hanging out with Axcel, I really did. But I still had to do homework..and I was quite tired after my ambulance trip to the hospital.

When my parents and I got home, I immediately got my school things and started on all my work.

I tried to stay focused on my homework, trying not to worry about my test results. I was sure there was nothing seriously wrong, at least I hoped not. They told me they'd let me know the results in a couple days.

I didn't know what was going to happen, but worrying was useless, it wouldn't accomplish anything. It wouldn't help me get into college. Only hard work would do that. So that's what I did.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed with my calculus text book on top of me chest, a pencil still in my hand. Crap. I never finished. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Then I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table. Crap again! I threw the covers off me and dashed to my dresser, grabbing clothes at random. Waking up at this time gave me only 15 minutes to get ready.

My parents had already left for work, so they couldn't really stop me from going to school. I knew they didn't want me to go, with the whole seizure thing yesterday. But if I missed a day of school, I'd be up to my ears in back work. And boy did I not want that!

I went through my morningly routine in record time and ran outside just as the bus was pulling up to my house. I took an empty seat, calming myself from the morning frenzy. Once I was calm, I took out my iPod and played some Green Day, bobbing my head slightly to the beat of the music.

I looked out the bus window, taking in the colorful orange and yellow trees that were almost done changing. In a short couple weeks, the leaves would be gone completely and winter would set in.

It was only about a ten minute drive from my house to the school since I was one of the last to be picked up every morning.

I got off the bus and went to my locker, my arms full of books again. As I was walking, I sort of tripped over my own feet. I fell hard, letting go of my books to catch myself before my face could hit the floor. Books went flying everywhere, making smacking noises on the tiled floor. "Ouch." I murmured.

I heard a couple snickers, naturally no one stopped to help me. I sat up and started gathering my books.

"Del?! What are you doing here? You had a freaking seizure yesterday."

I was still on the floor when I saw Axcel's sneakers standing in front of me. I looked up to see Axcel's face, which was a combination of concern and perplexity. Without waiting for an answer, he knelt down and helped me pick up my books.

"You should be at home resting, not in this hell hole. Why did your parents let you come?"

"They didn't. I came myself," I said, standing up. I felt a bit dizzy when I got to my feet.

Axcel sighed, handing me my books. "Geez Del, don't tell me you actually like going to school."

"No, Ax, I just don't want to get behind." I answered simply.

"Well, I'll walk you to class then," he said, trying to act all gentleman-like.

I rolled my eyes. "We have the same first period class, Axcel. That doesn't count as a good deed."

"Oh fine.." He said with fake exasperation. Then he went back to his normal Axcel voice. "Ready for some Shakespeare?"

I groaned, "Thou couldn'tst be moreth wrongeth."