Worlds Collide

Chapter Two

Strange Magic

We arrive at the clinic a few minutes before my appointment so that I have time to check in and fill out all the necessary information. The boys thought ahead and created a fake identity and health insurance for me before we came. I was lucky and they let me choose the last name.

"Caitlin Jones?" a nurse calls.

We all stand up and follow the nurse into an examination room. The walls, floors, everything, is white. The only real spot of color is the anatomy poster on the wall across from the examination table.

She does the typical routine: weight, height, blood pressure, medical questions, and then she tells us the doctor will be with us soon. I fidget on the paper sheet that covers the exam table, completely uncomfortable in this room.

"It's going to be okay." Sam promises as he rests a hand on my shoulder, grounding me.

"Yeah, it probably isn't even anything serious." Dean says lightly.

I jump as the doctor walks in. She's a shorter middle-aged lady with red hair pulled back in a messy pony tail. She's wearing a lab coat and reading a clipboard as she closes the door behind her.

"My name is Doctor Hope." she introduces herself to us. "I've been told you two are brothers to my patient, is that correct?"

"Yes ma'am." Dean drawls. "We've been worried about our little sister and finally convinced her to get checked out." We figured that was the best cover that would guarantee they would be able to be in the room with me.

"It says here that you are having extreme exhaustion and constantly waking up tired." she says to me.

"Yeah, I feel like I can't recharge my batteries. I've actually remained unconscious for nearly 24 hours twice now." I reply honestly. It's not a good idea to hide anything from someone trying to help you.

"That does sound serious." she remarks. "I'm going to order a blood test. If that comes up negative, then I'll recommend a CT scan to make sure there isn't anything wrong with your brain."

At the mention of a blood test, I begin to go to pieces. My breathing picks up and tears start leaking from my eyes. My phobia of needles is about to be tested. To be honest, I don't even remember the last time I had a shot. I've always been a pretty healthy kid. When the doctor finishes talking, everyone notices I'm having a minor panic attack.

"Oh, dear! What's wrong, honey?" Dr. Hope asks gently.

"She has a fear of needles." Dean replies while Sam tries to calm me down.

"It'll be okay, Caitlin. We'll be with you the whole time." Sam assures.

I get my breathing under control, however, the tears seem to have a mind of their own. "I'm sorry. I don't seem to have much control on my emotions right now." I say, trying to suck it up. It's embarrassing how one little needle is undoing me like this.

"We'll try to get the test done as soon as possible so that you won't stress yourself out anticipating it." she replies sympathetically. She then leave the room to get everything ready, leaving us alone once more.

Both brothers turn to me. "It's not too bad." Dean says. "I've been in hospitals loads of times and I'm fine."

"Yeah." Sam agrees as I wipe away my tears. "It'll only last for long enough to get the blood they need, and then you're done."

I begin to feel better as they continue to reassure me. When the nurse walks in with the needle and syringe, however, I start to shake.

"Okay, I'm just going to draw enough blood for a blood test." the nurse says, smiling at me.