Cancer Secrets (on hold)

Chapter Three

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“Allison Fields,” the nurse said when she opened the door that separated the waiting room and the patient rooms. I hated my full name; I liked Allie ten times more.

I got up from my chair and followed the nurse. She measured me, took my weight, and then led me to a room to be myself. I swear this is the moment where they cue the killer… one second, two seconds, three seconds…Huh, well, maybe no killers, for now. Seriously, I hated the doctors that much. It wasn’t because I had had a traumatic experience or anything it’s just because I’ve watched too many movies about people being sick and the bad news doctors give.

“Good afternoon, Allison,” Dr. Manning said as she walked in and closed the door.

“Allie, please,” I said reminding her, as I always did whenever I came in for my yearly physical for sports in December.

“Right, of course. Now, what seems to be the problem?” she asked holding out her clipboard.

I shrugged. “My parents say I seem sick, which I guess may be true, probably just a cold. Apparently I had a fever, no big deal,” I said nonchalantly.

“Well, how about we just see about that,” she said with a smile. Dr. Manning had been our family doctor since I could remember, and she was sweet lady, probably in her forties, like my mother.

“Okay, you certainly, do have a fever, Allie,” she said once she removed the ear thermometer. I swear at least it’s not one of those butt ones. I shuddered at the thought.

“Cold?” she asked. I blushed.

“No,” I responded truthfully. She did the rest of a checkup, the whole blood pressure, seeing if you have a reflex, the whole nine yards.

“Hmm, can you lie down for a second?” she asked me. I nodded and lied back down on the table. Cueing the killer now!... nope, still no killer. Seriously, lying down on a table, how awkward!

She had me lift my shirt up some and for a second I forgot about my bruises on my side and back.

Dr. Manning gasped which made me remember. “What the heck happened, Allie?”

“Oh, uh, I fell.”

“Fell? What? Down a flight of stairs?” Ha! That would actually be believable.

“No, at my track meet on Saturday. I sort of fainted,” I muttered.

“Fainted? Why didn’t you tell me this? And from falling from running? That is certainly not the type of bruises you get when you fall,” she seemed like she was thinking which was freaking me the hell out.