Satellites

Twenty Seven

You know that feeling when you’re drunk or high; that feeling where everything and everyone is so distant. Where voices turn into ethereal and distant whispers? That’s how I’m feeling right now. It’s like my soul left me to rot. Such a depressing feeling to be in.

“Kat…”

Kellin?

“I think she’s awake…”

Dad?

“Kat, I swear to fucking God you better wake the fuck up!” Oh Kellin, always so demanding.       

            I take a deep breath, I feel it delay. Sighs of relief were released all around. “Oh thank god!” Mom cried. My eyes open, the light was blinding but I adjusted.

“Hey guys…”

 “Thank god, you’re okay.” Kellin hugs me, I look above his shoulder.        

            The guys, the girls, Mark, Mom, Dad, and Dave were here. I smiled weakly at them. On the side I see Topanga and Melanie hugging Carly – whose eyes were red and sort of puffy. Mark and the guys just looked really worried. Mom was sitting next to me, Dad on the other side.

“What happened?” I asked.

“According to Doc, your body gave up on you” Dad answers.

“What, but I was perfectly fine.”

“According to these you weren’t” Kellin hands me some papers.

“Low blood pressure, low erythrocyte count – wow…”

 “How long was I out?”

“About a day and a half.” Mark replies, sitting at the edge of my bed.

            I sighed, great more class work. Kellin knew I was thinking about it since he face palmed. I giggled lightly. The door squeaks open, Doc Sullivan walks in clicking his pen as usual. Kellin moves aside as he changed my IV bag.

“Glad you’re finally awake” He gives a smile.

“Yeah, me too” I replied awkwardly.

“Is she going to be okay?” Carly asks, now standing behind mom.

Doc’s face outright changed from glad to distraught – that was an obvious answer. He avoided her question and started scribbling on his clipboard. It kind of disappoints me that he did that since he was always a man of frankness. He always knew what to say and what to do.

“May I speak to family only?” Doc starts, everyone else got the idea and left.

“Come on Doc, don’t sugar coat this, and just tell us what’s going on” Dad had anger in his voice.

“Shut it Roderick, we may have been friends back then but that doesn’t give you the right to raise your voice at me.

And with that Dad held his hands up in defeat. “Anyways, Katherine, you’ll be free to go right around tomorrow afternoon. We’re just going to ensure that you’re healthy enough”

“What triggered it?”

“Stress, fatigue – have you been doing much manual labor?”

I suddenly remembered all the work I’ve been doing around the house and at work, all the times where I’d stay up to pick up Kellin, and that one week where mom sprained her ankle. I remember doing the work in the house in that week especially. I sighed and nodded.