Because I love you.

Chapter twenty: Doctor Doctor

I sleep for a week. I swear I'll have to live in Russia or somewhere to get away from these people. This time the more I rest the worse I feel. I start getting a fever and of course my mum worries. But it's Tuesday morning when she finally forces me to a doctor. I'm half zoned out due to my tiredness but I don't really notice. We wait in the waiting room for the doctor to call me in but my mum has to take a business call.

"Go in if they call, I'll be right back." She says as she checks her phone. I nod and I stare at the plastic seat in front of me.

"Lindy Robinson exam room one." I hear over the PA system I groan and I stand up, I fix my sweats and walk to the room. As I walk in I shiver, it's so cold.

"Take a seat." He says. I raise my tired eyes and see Evan sitting there with a pristine white shirt on and a black stethoscope hanging over his shoulders.

"I don't have to stay here." I say, turning around.

"No one else is available for hours. You look ill, let me at least try." He says. I sigh as I shiver a bit more I sit down and cross my arms.

"You aren't a doctor. You're too young." I say.

"I'm not a doctor yet, I'm a med student. I can examine you and recommend treatment. It just is overlooked and confirmed by my superiors." He says as he types away at the computer.

"Hmmm." I say as I lean back on my chair. I watch as he types.

"I see you've been living in America recently." He says.

"Yeah. I thought it would be better living there. But some of the people are just as bad." I explain. He looks at me briefly with sadness and looks back at the screen before sitting back in his chair.

"So, why have you come in today?" He asks.

"My mum asked me to; she always over reacts when I'm sick." I say.

"Well it's always better to be safe than sorry, especially with your medical history." He says. "What are your symptoms?" He asks.

"Fever chills, runny nose. I've been sleeping almost nonstop but I'm not rested, that's normal for me now though." I explain.

"For how long?" He asks.

"The fever and stuff, maybe three or four days. The sleep problems have been there for years." I say.

"Did it start during treatment or after?" He asks.

"During, the chemo made me feel weak and after it just meant that I had to sleep more than the normal person, the nonstop sleep has only been after emotional distress." I say with a slight twist to my voice. He looks down and stands up, taking the stethoscope off and walking to me.

"Do you mind?" He asks, gesturing to his stethoscope. I shake my head and he starts to listen to my breathing and heart. He checks my eyes, throat and ears before sitting back down.

"So? Any ideas?" I ask.

"Yeah, chemo can cause anaemia and especially with your cancer, it can be long term, even permanent. We'll have to do a blood test to confirm but that's most likely what's caused your tiredness and general weakness." He says, my jaw drops slightly and I frown. "Are you still vegan?" He asks.

"No, vegetarian now." I say.

"Okay well try to eat more things with iron or take a supplement that should help. Your cold will also go with liquids and rest." He says. "I personally would also recommend seeing someone for mental health, I know you have some issues, and I get you don't want to talk to me but even of you don't want to see a therapist I suggest that you let me refer you so you can get evaluated and make sure you don't have any other issues that can cause your health problems." He says. Although impressed, I frown slightly has my jaw drops a bit.