Three/Seventeen

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The 24th of October, Tuesday, 2017.

Someone brought it in and gave it to my dad, and then left instantly. Dad put it on my bedside table then pulled his chair right over to my bed, leaving him very little leg room. He didn't really care about comfort for himself, and focused on helping me eat. I couldn't finish it all, but he didn't get mad at me for it. I had eaten over half, even though it was quite a small meal, but I got full faster. I found it odd though, since I had my wolf ears and tail out, and normally then you ate more then. Somehow I was eating less than what I ate as a human. Dad walked out to put the rest in the fridge downstairs, and as he walked out, the doctor walked in to do some tests to make sure I was okay.
   He walked in while the doctor (who was thankfully also male) was examining my skin. I had been told yesterday from the other doctors that while I was being moved from the lodge, one of my dad's cars was too hot inside, and it caused my entire body to have small red bumps. Normally that wouldn't have caused such a bad reaction, but it was because before I was stuck in the snow for ages, and to then be suddenly brought inside and into the warmth and then into extreme heat, it wasn't good on my skin. Of course, when he walked in, was when the doctor was checking around my hips. Again, when I said my entire body, I mean my entire body. It had gone everywhere, so the doctor had to check everywhere. "D-DAD!"
   "Oh shit-" He quickly walked out.
   The doctor was obviously trying not to laugh, but I knew he was smiling under his mask. My face lit up in embarrassment, the only place where I didn't have the marks. Having the doctor see me naked was one thing, but my dad as well made it far far far worse. Adding the fact that I wasn't a kid anymore either made it awkward.
   When the doctor left and had put my clothes back on for me voluntarily, as well as the beds blanket, dad walked back in. "Sorry about that. I didn't see anything of that's what you're worried about... At least not from your thighs down."
   I groaned and looked away from him. "Great..."
   "Well, sorry, it was hard to not look." He rolled his eyes and sat in the bed beside me.
   "Shut up... And don't talk about it again." I said, voice hurting. 
   "I wasn't going to." He said, grabbing the book he had before and continued to read.
   I stayed silent and leaned back, staring at the ceiling blankly and daydreaming about random thoughts, until breathing once again became difficult. Dad noticed when you could hear me struggling for breath, and quickly grabbed the oxygen mask, putting it around my head. I close my eyes and breathed in, glad I could breathe properly. I almost started crying when I felt the antidepressant being poured down its tube and into me, but I held it back.
   He sat back down and sighed. "Aren't you bored?"
   "Little." I said, turning my head to him.
   He looked around. "Maybe we could get you one of those Amazon TV sticks... Then you can watch TV whenever you want, and you wouldn't have to worry about raising a finger."
   "Don't care." I mumble. 
   "Look, I just don't want to see you bored. We don't know how long you're going to be like this, and you're going to need stuff to do anyway after that. Is there anything you want? Just name it."
   "Aphmau."
   "Sure. In seven months. Anything else?"
   I look away, and at a wall. "I don't know right off the bat. I'm not one to just think of things I want, unlike Melissa. I'd rather not think about it so I don't get my hopes up." I said. My voice was slowly healing, and I still sounded hoarse as if I was in immense pain, but I wasn't. Or at least it wasn't that bad.
   He sighed silently. "Well think about it. If you want anything just ask."
   "Aphmau!" I said yet again. He grabbed his book and didn't respond to me, reading again. 
   I roll my eyes and stare at a window, almost completely covered by a curtain. I could see out slightly, and saw that outside looked like something you'd see in a kid’s film. Neon green grass, flowers in neat beds, trees perfectly healthy, and a sun shining brightly. Kind of weird as it was the 

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