out of love | ethan dolan

FOURTEEN

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was in the hospital. I seen Keaton sitting in a hospital chair. "The hell happened?"

"Oh, thank fuck, you're awake." He let out a sigh of relief and I smiled. "You had asthma attack. An edema one."

"Damn." My asthma attacks differentiated. Normally, it was just my airways being trapped but rarely, my lungs filled with fluid. It was called asthma edema. This was one of those rare times. "I haven't had one in ages."

"I know. You scared the shit out of me." He snapped. I frowned. "I'm sorry that I've been a terrible brother. I've been such an ass, I don't even know how you stand me. Last night, almost losing you, terrified me. I don't know what I would ever do without you and I don't appreciate you enough. I love you so much, Pais." He told me.

Last time that Keaton told me he loved me was when were kids and our mom used to make us say it to each other.

"I love you too, Keaton. I didn't mean to scare you though but you haven't been a terrible brother. You definitely could be nicer though."

"I just feel bad because I have a lot of restrictions on you just 'cause I'm worried something will happen to you and I'm sorry. I won't be such a burden anymore. You're getting older and you're able to make your own decisions." I laughed.

"Wow, it only took you seventeen years to realize you need your baby sis?" He rolled his eyes. "You've gone soft."

"Don't fucking tell anyone that I said that or I will get emancipated from this family." He threatened.

"You just learn that word?" He began laughing and nodded his head. The door opened and in came my parents.

"Oh! You're awake!" Mom said, cheerfully. I smiled and she walked over to me. She threw her arms around me and hugged me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. My chest aches a little bit but it's okay." She shook her head.

"Don't say that. It could happen again at any moment. Since your father and I are doctors, you're able to go home today though." My dad looked at me, holding two thumbs up.

I heard a knock at the door and my mom opened it. It was a doctor. "I need to do a follow-up on Paisley." She had black hair that complimented her pale brown skin.

"Okay, sure." Keaton and my parents left the room. She shut the door behind them. She pulled up a chair to the bed and sat down.

"Hi, Paisley. I'm Dr. Brett," she held out her hand for me to shake and I did. "I'm going to ask you a few questions."

"That's fine," She grabbed a clipboard and slid her piece of paper onto it. She clicked her pen and held it to begin to write.

"In the past few weeks, have you been sexually active?" What the hell did this have to do with anything?

"Yes, I have." She gave me a weird look then wrote whatever down on her clipboard. This was awkward.

"I'm only asking because I'm trying to find out what provoked your edema. Last reported attack was when you were ten." She told me. "Have you been with different people or the same people?"

"No, the same guy. I've only been with this one guy," she nodded and continued to write this information down.

"Do you do anything racy? Or are you nervous when you do it? Afraid of getting caught?" She asked me.

"I guess. He's kind of off-limits so we do it in secrecy." I explained. "But we're careful about getting caught."

"I'm going to suggest that you're under a lot of stress which caused the attack. Would you say you're stressed? Maybe feeling down or depressed?"