Invisible

Invisible: Part 6

Chapter 6

The next morning, I was surprised with good news.

I'm going home.

Gina, dad, Tracy, and Hugh help pack my things, clean up the room, and Gina and dad fill out paperwork. During this, a doctor walks in and calls for me.

"Excuse me for my interruption, but I need Melanie Lacey Graspe for symptom questioning." He says.

I look at dad and Gina. They look at the doctor, then at me. They nod, and I smile at the doctor.

"I'm Melanie."

"Okay, Melanie, follow me please." He widens the door and grins, and I walk through the door.

"Wait, shouldn't I come with her?" Dad speaks up.

"Sir, is this your daughter?"

Dad nods.

"Well, these questions are for Melanie only, no parental questioning. There is only three questions." The doctor replies. Dad looks at me, and nods.

"Alright, go sweetie." Dad says, turning away. The doctor signals me to follow him, and he guides me to a room with low lighting, and a few other patients and doctors. Each patient is sitting on a table, and the doctors are on a rolly-chair in front of a desk.

"We keep it low lighted so we don't disturb the patients." The doctor states.

"Okay," I say.

"Take a seat, please." He says, sitting at an open desk. I plop on a table, the cold fabric chilling my thighs.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Uh, fine, I guess." I shrug.

"Good, good. Melanie, is there any nickname you want me to call you?" The doctor clicks his pen.

"Um, people like to call me Melo, Mel, May-May, and that's it." The doctor laughs.

"May-May, aye? How about Mel. My name is Dr. Fitz, but you can call me Brian."

"Okay, Brian."

He smiles. "Okay, question time. Lets start with question one. Do you remember anything before you bonked your head?"

That's a weird word. Bonked. Hmm.

"Um... Not really. I don't remember the accident, but I remember everything before it. My sister told me about the accident.

"Okay." He says. He write down some notes very quickly, and clicks his pen shut. "Next question. How are you feeling?"

"I have headaches a lot, and sometimes forget things easily." I say, crossing my legs.

"Hmm, okay." He drags out the "okay" while writing down what I said. "Well, that sounds pretty normal. The pain will go away eventually, but forgetting things may be in there for a while." He points at my head.

"Great, my memory is bad enough." I say. Brain laughs. I was being serious, but I giggle anyway.

"Alright, Mel, final question. Have you been seeing anything?"

That question make me flinch. I started sweating. I have to lie, and I hate lying.

"Mel, are you there?" He asks.

"Yes, uh, sorry."

"It's okay. Mel, have you been seeing things?" He repeats. He crosses his legs.

I pause.

Silence.

More silence.

"No, Brian, I haven't. I know I haven't. Are we done?"

He pauses. "Okay, that's good. You are pretty ship-shape, and yes, we are done." He picks up his notebook, and helps me off the table. We walk out, and go our separate ways. He waves and I smile.

I lied. I lied to save myself, but I still feel the guilt of lying to someone. I walk down the hall, like a walk of shame.