Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 13

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

Chapter 13

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

November 24th

　

　

　

　

I sat in the ugly, sloppily upholstered chairs that lined the bland doctor’s office. My head pounded so hard, i felt like i was going to explode if i didn't get some Advil in me as soon as possible. My mum sat beside me, her hands clasped in one another, lightly tapping her foot on the tacky mint-coloured linoleum tiling. Her eyes constantly darted around the room, landing on unfascinating objects that she seemed to take major interest in.

I lightly pushed a strand of my ringlettes out of my face. Everyone had always said my hair and eyes resembled my mother's immaculately but i secretly despised the fact my mother and i were so alike. I always did.  

“Elizabeth Wright?” the woman called, smiling brightly and interrupting my thoughts. I glared at her widening smile. What the hell was there to smile about in a hospital room?

I rolled my eyes and silently stood. Tucking my hands into my pockets, where it was harder to tell that they were shaking.

“Elizabeth.” my mum whispered from behind me.

I whipped around, clenching my teeth. “What is it?” I groaned, wishing she would quit making a bigger deal out of this than it was.

She shut her eyes, her hands shaking by her sides and just stood there, unmoving and soundless. Before she could say anything, I turned back around and stomped away, sick and tired of all her nonsense.

I followed the smiling nurse down a dingy hallway, making many turns into different hallways. I tried desperately to calm myself in some way possible. But my mind refused to surrender, as i only shuddered from more nerves.

We finally turned into a small, stuffy room with nutrition posters lining all visible areas of the walls. A shiver climbed the lengths of my spine as i hastily plopped down in the chair beside a small counter with countless intruments for who-knows-what.

“Hello, Elizabeth is it?” the doctor greeted me, closing the door behind him and shaking my hand a tad rougher than I had expected.

I nodded, and tucked my fingers in the edge of my pockets. I sighed, ready for what ever I was going to discover. Over the past 24 hours I was scolded over and over again to tell the utmost truth to the doctor. And quite honestly, I was too tired and weak to conjure up a lie when everything was so obvious already.

“So, please explain to me what kind of symptoms you‘ve been experiencing?” he wondered, pulling out a small notepad.

I cleared my throat and began plunging into the statement i'd been trying to keep carefully secret for the past year or so, “I’ve been really light-headed and uhm, dizzy?” I paused, closing my eyes, hating myself for what I was doing. “I have erm…been coughing a lot, like coughing up blood. Lot’s of headaches and my body hurts everywhere, almost like I’ve been hit all over.” I stopped, thinking up other things. "I can hardly eat, and my vision is always going. And sleep, definitely sleep has changed. I barely sleep now."