Chapter Twenty Five: Checkup

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It was Monday. Officially two weeks had passed since the accident. I had an appointment with Dr. Davis promptly at 10:45 this morning, and I was up at 6:00, ready to go. Briar and Paisley mumbled and groaned while I was blow drying my hair at 6:30. “Iris, what the hell are you doing at this unholy hour?” Briar groaned.

“Today’s the day!” I cheered.

“It better be your freaking wedding day if you’re this damn excited.” She grumbled. I rolled my eyes.

“No it’s better than that!”

“Why?! Are you and Flynn gonna do it?” Paisley squealed. I took my hairbrush and chucked it at her.

“Why are you obsessed with my personal life with Flynn?!” I cried.

“Ohmygod so you are going to do it!” Paisley squawked.

“No we aren’t! Today is my appointment with Dr. Davis!” I explained.

“Oh..that’s a lot different.” Paisley murmured. I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t say.” Briar giggled. “So what’s with all of the preparation?” She stumbled into the bathroom, eyeing me.

“If I’m cleared, I can go riding again!” I heard Paisley shriek and tumble out of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

“OHMYGOD REALLY?!” She ran into the bathroom, her hair tangled and matted. It was hanging in every which way around her face which was covered in drool.

“Yes!” I said happily.

“Ohmygosh we are going riding.” Briar concluded.

“If I’m cleared.” I reminded them.

“Oh shut up, you’ll be fine. When’s your appointment? 7:30?” Paisley asked. I gave them a feeble smile.

“It’s at 10:45.” Their eyes widened and they both returned back to bed, whining about me waking them up so early.

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“What do you want to do today, Iris?” Caleb asked, walking over to our table. “The boys were wondering.”

“I have a doctor’s appointment at 10:45, actually.” I answered. Caleb called the others over to the table, and they all sat down.

“Iris can’t hang out. She has a doctor’s appointment.” He clarified.

“What? What’s wrong?” Flynn asked worriedly.

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