Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter IV

March 3, 2016

The migraines were getting worse, I could no longer manage to drive, because of the sudden waves of dizziness, so Amy has been staying at my place for the past two weeks—to which she claims not to be a problem, seeing as now she can sleep in and still get to campus in time, also she gets to drive my car whenever we have to go to campus or we need to go somewhere, like my doctor's appointment this afternoon.

Professor Bailey was right, her name did do the trick when I called to schedule a face to face with Doctor Myers.

When I first called and asked her assistant for the closest appointment date with the doctor, she said there was an opening around August. Like I could last until then.

I remember saying something along the lines, "Look, I'm not sure if it makes any difference, but I got this number from Cecilia Bailey," and that was all it took.

The next thing I heard was the voice of the doctor herself, "Hi, Miranda here, Ceci said she had a friend calling for an appointment. I'm so sorry, but I only managed to clear a spot for you next week. How does Thursday at two sound to you?"

And that was how Amy ended up running like a crazy person around my place trying to get dressed in time so we would not be late.

On the drive to the clinic Amy was still pretty much astonished, "Tell me again how you were able to get an appointment with Miranda Myers in just under a week?" that was all Amy could talk about since I told her this morning that she would have to drive me to the doctor.

According to Amy—whose father is a brain surgeon—Miranda Myers is one of those A-list doctors, "I told you already, we have someone in common," I did not feel comfortable telling her Professor Bailey was that someone.

The professor had called in a favor to help me out and to do so she had told the doctor we were friends, even though I was aware it was not the case. It was quite clear she had only used the term friend because it was easier than explaining to someone, an actual friend of hers—or so I imagined—, that I was her student slash neighbor.

"That oughta be one hell of a someone then, because Doctor Myers is the best on her field," I was glad Amy did not pressure on the topic any further.

We did not have to wait more than 10 minutes before Doctor Myers—a brunette with tanned skin and deep brown eyes—showed up on the waiting room calling for my name with a charming smile and a nod for me to follow her to her office. Amy followed me suit as she got closer to my ear to whisper, "That's crazy, she is like an older version of you."

Once we got to the door, the doctor was awaiting us holding the door open, she extended her hand to us, to which I took it first, "I take it you are Remi," she said with the same smile, before turning to Amy with a curious look on her face "And you are?"

"That's Amy, she's a friend. I hope that's okay for her to come in with me?" I answered for Amy instead, "No problem at all, however you feel more comfortable. You are the patient after all." The older woman just did not seem to ever stop smiling.

Doctor Myers pointed us toward a couple chairs positioned in front of her desk as she took her seat on the other side of the desk.

Once the three of us took our respective seats, the doctor took a moment to examine my face before saying, in a rather casual tone, "Gosh, I'm sorry because I know I won't sound professional at all, but Ceci was right, you look remarkably like myself when I was your age."

I could see from my peripheral vision Amy trying to figure out who Doctor Myers was talking about, but I squeezed her knee to refrain her from inquiring or saying anything at all.