I Solemnly Swear ☆ CAPTAIN SWAN

Chapter 3 ☆ New allies

☆ In case you missed out on this awesome device during your childhood: this is what a Walkman looks like 😂 You can put a CD in it and listen to music, and yes it's kind of ancient... old but gold though 👌 ☆

Emma's POV

After doctor Whale had taken the new kid with him, I was all alone in the hospital wing. Miss Ingrid was gone and I presumed doctor Whale went into the attaching examination room, because all I could here was my own breathing.

After about fifteen minutes I realized it was going to take them a while, so I lay back with my arms crossed behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. I tried not to, but my mind kept wandering off to that new kid and the things he seemed to know.

When did I ever tell him my last name? I was pretty sure I didn't suffer from a heat stroke, regardless of the heat, and I clearly remembered only telling him my first name. So he knew.

Today was the first time I saw him.

Which meant something wasn't right.

My thoughts kept going back in circles, which made me so frustrated that I ended up pulling the Walkman out of my backpack and putting in my headphones. But I'd only barely selected a CD when I heard a door opening; I slid off the bed and carefully poked my head out of the curtains.

Doctor Whale and the kid were talking to each other in hushed voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but before I was able to close the curtains and pretend that I wasn't eavesdropping on their conversation, the both of them lifted their gazes and stared at me.

"Uh..." I said dully.

Whale sighed and said something to the boy, who nodded and looked at me before he turned around and walked away. I stood there paralyzed with the curtains in my hands, until Whale came barging in my direction.

I didn't move, partly because it was already too late now. "Doctor Whale, I didn't mean to—" I started, but he almost immediately cut me off.

"Sit down, Emma."

I snapped my mouth shut and did as he said. He pulled a stool with wheels to the bed, grabbed my hands with such force that he yanked me forward and turned my palms to the ceiling. Then he leaned in and examined them which such care that I was starting to wonder his sanity (we learned about sanity in religious studies at the end of the last term).

Until it dawned on me that he was questioning my sanity.

"What happened in the hallway, Emma?" he asked, interrupting my panicking train of thoughts.

"In the hallway?" I said. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I just wanted to postpone the answer.

"Yes, the hallway, Emma. The reason why you're sitting here."

Okay, now he was definitely questioning my sanity, on more levels than one. I felt my cheeks flush when he looked up at me with a is-she-joking-around-or-just-really-that-stupid look.

"I don't know," I said. "Will stole my backpack, which made me mad, and then... well, I pushed him, but not that hard! I swear I didn't mean to—"

"Okay, you're done here," he interrupted me.

My jaw dropped and I just stupidly stared at him.

"What, you want me to give you detention?" He laughed joylessly as he pushed the little stool back to where it first was. "That's not my job. My job is to make sure you're all in good health. And you're fine."