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1 | Healing Hearts
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    I COULD HEAR the sound of rain from the car's rooftop. It sounded like someone is tapping inside the trunk –tap tap tap–. It was rare to rain here in LA, on average precipitation in a year, it only rains about 12 inches, which makes today a very bad day. Worst, even. I tugged at my uniform several times trying to calm myself down. I felt so vulnerable–not knowing. Why couldn't they just figure it out and tell me? Why could I just figure it out?

    My Monday mornings usually would contain a good fair amount of cramming and talking to my friends, Asher and Will. Listening to them argue and debate about senseless things over and over again would be better than this. In fact, this would be the first time I would be late to class since the second week of freshman year.

"Are we there yet?" I asked mom, who was driving the car.

"Almost," she said.

    I knew something was wrong. Everyone thought so too, they just haven't figured out what exactly. I entered the hospital which was bright, with the walls colored white. I took a long sigh as I grudgingly followed my mom into one of the rooms.

Surprise! It's a white room again. 

"Chase Laurents?" a doctor, probably around fifty years old, in all white, also, asked.

    I nod my head in response. I just really want to get this over with. I looked around the place, it seemed like everything was white, but in slightly different shades, if you looked closely enough. For God's sake, even the doctor's blonde hair was turning into white in some areas. The only thing with a contrasting color was probably me and mom's clothes. And maybe me and mom's brown hair too.

    Although, if I looked closely, the doctor's coat might have been on the beige white kind of side while the door seems to be brighter than the walls and–

"How often do you get these seizures?" the doctor asked, snapping me from differentiating the shades of white.

"It only happened twice in my entire life, so what do you mean by 'often'," I retorted.

    My mom heaved a sigh. I knew she wasn't going to reprimand me, but instead be disappointed, but all I wanted to do at the moment was go to school and continue with my life. Besides, I don't feel like missing a class in the middle of senior year.

    The room went silent and the doctor was flipping through one of those papers clipped through a board. I looked at my watch and noticed we have only been here for approximately 4 minutes from the time we left the car and if it only precipitates 12 inches of rain per year, the rain, by now must–

"The scans said nothing was wrong, we might ask you to do it again though. I think these scans aren't accurate," the doctor explained.

"Maybe it's the environment that caused it," he continued stopping me from calculating any further.

    They both looked at me, expecting me to describe when I had it. I thought back to the first time it had happened, it was the flag ceremony and it was scorching hot. Asher and Will was arguing something about syrup and their brands, when I felt like a string was pulled in my brain and I began to feel dizzy. The second time was during a test, it was Chemistry, as far as I could remember and the same feeling of a string being pulled before the words on the exam paper began to double and blur, then all I saw was darkness.

"During a flag ceremony and a test," I replied, trying to recall as much information as possible.

    The doctor nodded. I quickly looked him over and saw the metal label on his left coat which indicates his name. 'Sam', it read.