Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 2: Jenalyn

Friday, 2:13 P.M.

I shouldn't have let Harper bring me to the doctors, but her and her mother have this way of being like... overwhelmingly persistant- so it didn't really matter how many times I said no.

So here I am in this fancy ass room, sitting on a table while Harper sits on the chair in the corner, both waiting for the doctor to return. 

I tried to come back here myself knowing exactly what the topic of discussion would be- but Harper insisted she come back with me or else her mother, Mama Gold as I've been calling her, would schedule an apppointment where she went back with me. 

I'm not prepared for her to hear about the nitty gritty of this eating disorder I was diagnosed with a while back.

The doctor finally shuffles through the door, offering us both a quick smile before getting down to business.

"You're a bit underweight..." she says, peering over her glasses as she scribbles on a clipboard. "We're going to recommend you to an Eating Disorder specialist in Burbank. I see here on your charts-"

"Sounds great!" I inturrupt, though Harper undoubtedly already heard. I urge the doctor to move on with my eyes, but it's too late.

Harper is already repositioned for questioning. "Is it an outpatient facility? Or are we talking inpatient?" she asks, crossing her leg over her knee and leaning forward. "My mom was going to schedule her to see a psychologist already- will she need more treatment than that?"

I try not to roll my eyes, but I can't help it. "Guys, I'm good. I was going through stuff..." I say, shooting a look at Harper as I emphasize my words in a way to remind her what she 'pulled me from.' "Believe me, I'll be doing a lot better... a lot has changed! I've actually already gained weight."

Harper eyes me skeptically, but the doctor nods her head agreeably. "I trust that, honey. That's a great attitude to have. Keep it up, okay? I'll send the referral anyway- it's a nice little outpatient center with a lot of friendly girls. You'd like it."

I probably wouldn't, but I nod my head anyway. Anything to get this woman to shut up. 

She scribbles once again before a soft knock on the door interrupts her, and a nurse who had come in earlier asks to pull her from the room for a moment. I take the opportunity to turn to Harper with a pleading face. 

"Please do not make me go to outpatient- I don't have an eating disorder!" I say. 

Harper rolls her eyes, "You can't even admit that you do, that's enough reason to send you right there, so..." she says shrugging her shoulders. She glares at me with her 'I know you're lying face,' so this time, I roll my eyes. 

"Okay... I did struggle a little back home, but- look at me!" I sit up straighter, motioning toward my belly and thighs- which have gotten noticably more meaty since first coming to California a few weeks ago. "I'm obviously doing alright!"

The doctor knocks once before shuffling back into the room with a small smile, and a pamplet of papers she didn't walk out with. "Okay honey! You're good to go!" she says, turning to me and then Harper. "I'm going to also send you with a refferal to an OBGYN- we detected levels of HCG in your blood. Were you aware that you're pregnant?"