I Will Fight For You (A The8 Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

"So... there's nothing wrong with me?" I asked.

The doctor shook his head and chuckled.

"I think you just get very anxious often. You can try seeing a psychiatrist to manage your anxiety. I'm a doctor. I just do all these medical, physical stuff," he told me.

I nodded, absorbing what he told me. I asked him if he had any idea why my heart often raced randomly.

"Maybe it has something to do with what usually causes your heart to palpitate. As of now, I am sure you have a healthy heart. No worries," he grinned from ear to ear.

I nodded and thanked him before leaving. Weird. Once I got home, I got out my laptop and searched for psychiatrists in the area. My eyes almost fell out looking at the price range. No way could I afford that. 

I heard the door let out a creak as it was slowly swung open. 

"Hee-young. You came home and went straight into your room. Is anything wrong- A PSYCHIATRIST? Hey hey, don't just change tabs pretending I didn't see anything," she exclaimed.

She crossed her arms and sent a glare my way. It barely took 2 seconds before she softened upon seeing my pitiful face. She sat on the bed beside my table and looked at me. I did not tell her about my suspected heart disease and that I went to the doctor to rectify it. I lied to her that I had gone to a friend's house to drop something off. 

"Hee-young... Is there something that you are not telling me? Be honest," she spoke to me gently, holding my hands.

I took a deep breath. I hated lying, especially to my loved ones. I looked her in the eye and came clean about my lie. I told her about my heart problem. I told her about my visit to the doctor. I apologised for lying to her. At the end of it all, she smiled.

Yes. She smiled after I told her about something that could possibly be life threatening. I gave her a questioning look, raising an eyebrow. She giggled. What was so funny? I COULD HAVE DIED! She recollected herself before explaining what exactly was wrong. 

"Hee-young... You are rather dense, aren't you? Let me ask you a question or two. When your heart starts beating quickly all of a sudden or doing these 'flips' as you call it, is there anything similar connecting them? Is there a certain someone who happens to be around when that happens, someone who makes your heart do all sorts of things?" she asked.

I was taken aback by her sudden question. How does someone have anything to do with my heart disease? Nonetheless, I thought hard and recalled every time my heart did all sorts of weird things. Only 2 people came to mind. Then again, should I tell her? These conflicts I had and the decisions I made. What would she think about it?

"You can tell me what's on your mind. Verbalise your thought process to me. I can help you with your heart problem if you give me more information. I'm your grandmother. There is no possible person I can tell. I won't even judge you because you're family. It's fine. Trust me,"my grandmother persuaded me.

I gave it a second thought. Oh well, here goes nothing. I gave in.

"There are 2 people in mind. You know my ex-schoolmate, Minhyuk? The one I've been hanging out with these days. The first guy who had the guts to ask me out. Yeah, him. Sometimes when he says something, looks at me a certain way or touches me- IN A FRIENDLY WAY like holding my hand or giving me a friendly hug. WE ARE JUST FRIENDS TO CLEAR THAT UP. My heart just pounds against my chest, threatening to break out of my chest. It's weird because when other people do that, nothing happens," I confessed.

My grandmother nodded. Then, she gestured me to go on. She would not let me go or escape in any way. She would rather I get it off my chest than to keep it in my small body. If I continued keeping my feelings and thoughts to myself, I would break from there being too many of those. A small bottle can only hold that much.