Surviving Long Distance (ON HOLD)

Chapter 25

***Jenis's POV***

"Don't act like a kid!" I warned him again.

"I'm not going anywhere." Zave apposed.

He was behaving ridiculously immature.

"Look, stop behaving like this. I'm in no mood to plead you or beg to you. You are coming with me. It can get worse. See," I pointed to the scar, "it's bleeding again."

"I'll deal with it. And it's not that serious."

"Zave!"

"Jenis!"

"I'd to spend the whole night here!" I scolded, "You were so sick, Zave! You were puking blood at a point! You're coming to the doctor with me, or I'm not talking to you."

"Okay." He smirked.

"Fine!" I took my bag, "Bye."

"Hey hey, wait." He gripped my wrist as I turned my back and I smirked.

"Fine. I'm coming." He got up. This trick always works.

~

"Let's get out of here!" Zave said. He was laying on the bed as doctor suggested to do another MRI.

"Enough." I snorted.

"Please? It's a dying man's wish."

I rolled my eyes, "Nobody's dying."

The doctor came and the bed moved into the semicircle thing.

"I'll inform you when the report's ready." Doctor said and Zave hopped down.

"Yeah thank you." I offered.

"And if it's something like brain tumour, don't contact us." Zave interrupted.

"Zave!" I said annoyingly and tugged his arm. "Sorry doctor, he's too much sometimes."

"Let's hope it's not that worst." Doctor said. "Take care."

~

"Can you please drop me school?" I asked him as we perched in the car.

"Drop? I'm coming with you."

"Doctor told you to rest."

"Doctor said this, doctor said that. This is my life!"

"You're such a drama queen!"

It was Economics, and we took this class together. We were sitting on the middle bench of the middle row. Professor was explaining, and his explaining meant to just read it out of the textbook.

Zave placed his hands over his mouth abruptly and started making weird noises.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. He continued babbling.

His head injury is worse than I thought.

"Zave, have you lost it?" I tugged his arm.

He started drumming the desk with is fingers.

"I'm warning you, Zave. Stop--"

"Mr. Rivers and Ms. D' Connel?" Professor Grove referred us and we stood up. "Am I interrupting your important conversation?"

I looked down.

"Actually Sir," Zave said and I looked at him. His hand was placed on his head. "I'm feeling really dizzy."

"Oh.." Mr. Grove said. "You should go to the infirmary then."

"Yes. I think I should. Ow.." he rubbed his head and I shook my head slightly.