The Waiting Room

A little stumble

After 2 hours of watching the clock tick the time had finally came, my auntie was going to pick me up anytime now. I didn't want to go home with my Aunty but it would be nice to get out of this waiting room. I looked at the clock again, it had been another five minutes, why was she running so late.

The doctor walked in the waiting room, he smiled at me "So Tyler, your aunty is just signing some papers, she won't be too long"
"What are the papers about?"
"They just tell us that you will be staying with her and that she will be your guardian". I looked down trying to hold in my tears, why would God do this to me, why would he want to make me go through this. "Everything is going to be ok, you will get used to it. After a while your old family is just going to be a memory".

Rage filled me, my soul was filled with anger. I stood up and screamed "I DONT WANT MY FAMILY TO BE JUST A MEMORY, THEY ARE STILL MY FAMILY AND I STILL LOVE THEM NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY TO CHANGE MY MIND". I stormed out of the room, I slammed the dull grey door behind me.

I ran down the 6 flights of stairs to get to reception, I didn't want to stay here. All I have here are bad memories and a family who isn't able to give me a hug and to tell me that everything is going to be ok. My feat came from underneath me, I fell down the last few steps leading to the reception. I looked up mortified from embarrassment, I tried to stand up but my ankle felt as if it were broken.

I saw someone come running for me, it was my aunty. She rushed over to me, her caramel brown hair flew back as she ran and held onto her Ruby red glasses. "Oh my gosh, are you ok?"
"I'm fine aunty Isabella"
"Can you walk on it, on a scale of 1 to 10 how much does it hurt right now"
"Would I be allowed to say 11"
"Well Tyler if it hurts that much we may aswell stay a while and get a doctor to check it out, while we are at a hospital".
"Ok fine". The pain was excruciating, it felt as if my ankle had been broken 50 times. I just hoped that we wouldn't see the doctor who I had just yelled at, that would be really embarrassing.

My aunty let me lean on her shoulder so I wouldn't have to put pressure on my foot. We slowly walked across the cold room to the elevator. "Tyler"
"Yes?"
"How are you, like how are you really?". I looked down, I felt guilty, all of this was because of me. "I'm not good, I feel like everything was my fault and that if I wasn't rude, they wouldn't be dead"
"It wasn't your fault Tyler, don't feel guilty for everything". She gave me a warm smile, she wrapped her arms around my body and gave me a hug. Isabella clicked the up button the twin doors opened. We both stepped in the elevator in silence. It was cold in the elevator, the air conditioning was on full blast, Isabella leaned over me and clicked the number 8.

The doors opened and we were on the eighth floor. I wanted to hold my breath being around all of these sick people but I couldn't. "Sit down Tyler, I'm going to make an appointment so just stay there"
"Ok". I limped my way over to one of the chairs. I sat next to a girl who looked as if she had some kind of cancer, I watched as she coughed trying to lean towards the other side of my chair. "Hi my name is Grace, what's yours" I looked around to see if she was talking to anyone else."My name is Tyler Lancasa"
"So why are you in this miserable place?"
"Well my parents died, I kind of freaked out and ran down the stairs and face planted after I fell down them". Grace started to giggle.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh but you have to admit it would be funny seeing someone fall down the stairs"
"Maybe in the future I can look back and laugh but not yet, anyways why are you here?"
"Well when I was 11 I was diagnosed with a form of bowl cancer, it's not as bad as it could be though. I come here every month just to make sure that I am healthy, I am hoping that there will be good news today though"
"I hope you get good news then". My Aunty sat in the chair next to me. She gave me a smile, "so who was that girl Tyler, you like her?"
"No, and keep your voice down, she could of heard that" I said in a soft voice. My auntie nodded. "Your appointment is now, I just got an express appointment because I know that you just want to go home"
"Thanks". I got up and walked to the room, as I walked I waved at Grace. Grace saw me and waved back "Don't fall of your way there Tyler". I laughed.
"I won't, and good luck"
"Thanks Tyler".

I leaned on my auntie as we walked to the room. She gave me a smile, for some reason it looked fake, like she was trying to hide something. I wondered what, but maybe I was overthinking it and there was so much more on my mind. Aunt Isabella opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was the doctor who looked after me before. I turned around and let go of my aunt, I limped back into the waiting room when my feet came from beneath me again. What can a person do to get away from here I thought to myself. I was mortified, my face was as red as a tomato.

I looked up and saw Grace, she giggled. She walked over to me "are you ok Tyler?"
"I'm fine, it's just so embarrassing, I'm going to need a fake ID next time I show my face in this place".
"It's not that bad, I'll probably be here by the time the doctor checks you. So just get up and go in there and get it all over with". I nodded, Grace helped me up. I looked around, every person in the room was still staring at me. I limped in as fast as I could to get out of this room.

I kept my head held high as I walked in the room, hopefully showing the doctor that what happened before didn't bother me. "Fancy seeing you here" the doctor said. I wasn't going to say sorry, at least not yet anyway. "Your aunty told me that you had quite a nasty fall down the stairs". I tried to keep my cool.

I walked up to the doctor, and gave him a smirk. I grabbed one of the small needles, I wanted to hurt him I wanted to show him the pain I feel. I walked up to him and lodged the needle into his eye. He screamed and I just watched. As he was holding onto his eye I was constantly punching him in the stomach.

"Tyler" my aunty said "aren't you going to answer the doctor, he just asked how much your ankle hurt". I shook my head.
"Um, it hurts but I can handle it".
"Sit down Tyler, I'm just going to feel your leg and tell you if it feels like it's broken".
"Ok". I sat down on one of the wooden stools to the left side of the room.

The doctor walked over to me, he put his fingers on my ankle, his hands were rough, and to be honest it kind of felt weird. "Do you feel this?"
"Yeah, it hurts but I can feel it"
"Ok, then your ankle is fine. It's just going to be a bad bruise, but you'll live". I looked at my aunty, her face showed so much relief. "How much will this cost" aunty Isabella asked.
"Don't worry about it, you've all been through enough already". The doctor smiled and walked us out of the room.

I looked around, Grace wasn't there. Even though I didn't know her that well, I kind of missed her. What if something bad happened, I thought to myself. We started to walk to the car, now I can finally get out of this place.