Sqaisheys POV
When a hour had passed the nurse did what she said she was going to do. She wheeled me in a wheelchair up lifts, through corridoors until I was outside of the scanning room. If I was honest it looked terrifying. There was a big, grey machine ploked in the middle of the room with weird wires sticking out of it. There was also mutiple black screens all across the room which probably showed what was inside of my body. Like an X-Ray. Right underneath the grey box was a bed with no covers on it. I got wheeled into the room and gently lifted onto the bed. It was like I was laying down on a brick or concrete. I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to what the doctor that was in this room was doing.
There was the sound of fingers typing rapidly on a keyboard, the sound of something creaking and the sound of something being rustled. I opened my eyes and stared into the bright light that hung above me. The grey box, which I guessed to be the scanner, was being pressed tightly against my chest. It hurt like hell. Every few second's it would shot a sharp, short electric shock throughout the whole of my body. And every time I flinched when it happened. Tears stung harshly in my eyes. How painful was this scan going to be? I thought that it was going to be something like an X-Ray but this...This was much worse than an X-Ray! Hopefully it would be over soon.
After a grueling twenty minites of contanst pain the light above my head got switched off which caused weird spots to flash up in my eyes. They're called eye-floaties or some odd name like that. I shook my head and ran my fingers though my hair. Instead of feeling it's usual thickness it felt much more thin and britle. I really hoped that I wasn't going to loose my hair. That would just be horrible. I wouldn't feel like myself. I would just feel like an outcast...Somebody who should be rejected in socity. It was hard not to burst into baby tears. A few tears did roll down my face yet I managed to wipe them away before the doctor walked over to me and started to lift up the grey scanner. Once it was close to the ceiling again I slowly sat up and waited for what was going to happen next.
The nurse that seemed to be my main one then walked in with a wheelchair and gently pushed me into it. I rested my head against the soft leather head rest and closed my eyes. I was tired as heck. All I wanted to do was sleep. But that wasn't going to happen while I was in here, I knew that for sure. I would try to sleep on the hard as steel hospital beds but my mind would be filled up with so many questions. Did I have the worlds most deadiest illness? Could I die from it? What would happen if I did die? What would happen to my YouTube channel? What would happen to my Kendal? How would my family react? How would they react at my funeral? Heck, these are just a few of the questions that would leave me wondering for hours. There was so many more that I lost count of them all.
I eventually got back to my hospital bed. It was such a relief to lay down on something and pull some blankets over me. The nurse said something about getting the results in a few hours before she walked out of the room. When the curtain got pulled closed again I sleepily reached out to my bedside table and grabbed the small ducky coin purse that Stampy gave to me. I cupped it in the palm of my hand and rubbed my nose against the small feather fluff and closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep though. I was just too scared that if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake back up again. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes again, slightly irritated.
The curtian opened and somebody walked in. For a second I thought it was Stampy but when I glanced over at this person I was shocked to see that it was Squid. His eyes were slightly bloodshot which suggested that he had been crying. Why had he been crying? Had he been crying over...over me?! I sat up and clutched the duck coin purse close to my chest. I could feel tears pricking up in my eyes. Why didn't Stampy come with him. What happened to Stampy which meant that he couldn't come and see me? Squid sat on the very edge of my bed and placed his hand on my knee. It was shaking like crazy.
