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Chapter 15

Illiana's P.O.V

Monday came along and although I wasn't completely well I had to go to school. I hate missing out work regardless if I'm a head of class. I haven't seen Stephen since Saturday so hopefully I'll see him today.

I was walking through the hall then I saw Stephen. I waved at him ecstatically and he gave me a dry wave that didn't last for a second then he stormed off. Okay, what's his beef, did I do something. . . Why would he avoid me maybe he's in a hurry. . . Even if he is that why would he be so cold?

I shouldn't stress myself out, matter fact why would I stress myself like this. After all it doesn't mean cause we've been chilling together for two weeks that we're best friends. I'm tripping over nothing I should keep my head clear and focus on school.

As the day went by Stephen's distance bothered me more and more each day. At least I had Shay my real friend on my side as usual.

"You know what Shay I really appreciate how consistent you are" I stated.

"Okay. . . I'm like how consistent you are too. . . " She responded confused.

I sighed thinking about Stephen's distance. . . What in the actual fuck. This guy as been around me for like three weeks and my brain is completely fucked. Matter fact the first week he did nothing, he can't even go on a date without my name being brought up. If this is what he wants then that's what he'll get. I need to focus on the play and my school work and swimming season is coming up. Stephen doesn't matter at all!

"Illiana!" Shay said snapping me out of thought

"Huh?" I asked.

"Is this about Steph?" She whispered.

"Is what about Stephen?" I asked.

"You're zoning out." She said.

"Nah dude I just really don't feel well, Stephen Carter Stone had absolutely nothing to do with anything" I stated.

"Okay. . . You're gonna use his government names like that. . ." She said.

"Well I thought I should emphasize" I shrugged.

Then I had this sharp pain in my chest. Shay was quick to respond.

"Illiana are you okay? Ma'am Illiana's not well!" She asked.

"Illiana!?" Ms. Anderson called out.

I was in way too much pain to respond. Shay tried to help me out in but my poor friend was to small/weak to help me. Then I felt someone's hand grabbing my waist, wow it was Mr. Stone.

"I don't need your help." I managed to say I managed to remove myself from his hold.

After that I blacked out. When I came to I had a major headache and the back of my head heart like hell! I felt the back of my head and felt a little bump.

"What happened!?" I asked.

"You passed out. Even though you were a complete mule, Stephen Carter Stone carried you to the nurse's offic. He's waiting out side" she informed me.

"Okay, let's go." I said.

"Go where?" She asked confused and shocked.

"To class." I answered.

"Bitch you just passed out, hit you head and you were in major pain 10 minutes ago. You're going to the hospital. You're brother will meet us there, I still haven't got a hold of him." She told me.

"I just want to go to class" I said

"Yeah, nobody gives a shit what you want." She said sternly.

Soon the ambulance came and took me away. This was freaking me out what's wrong with me.

A few hours later I was in a hospital bed. Nurses came in and out taking blood, checking my temperature, checking my blood pressure and g giving me food.

Later on the doctor came to check my eyes, ears and throat. None really bothered to tell me what was going on. They did try to creat a friendly environment, bring up odd topics but I was worried about my health.

Finally I saw a friendly face, Illan was finally here. Having my brother here gave me a sence of relief.

"Mom and dad will be here in a few hours they pulled a few strings and are on the way. Are you okay?" He asked.

I've been putting on a brave face for the longest time but this scared me. I finally broke down and started balling my eyes out.

"No, no I'm not . . . Illan I'm scared and I hate this feeling, absolutely nothing is going right!" I cried.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't know. . . Everything, everything just feels wrong. The last couple weeks have been crazy I don't know what's happening. I'm normally in control of everything and it feels like I'm losing my control. . . Now I'm in a fricken hospital and no one is telling me what's wrong. . . Illan whats wrong with me?"

"It will be okay. . . I'm here" he said placing his arm on my back.

"For how long?" I asked.

Tears rushing down my face. My brother froze, I'm so used to being alone and having time to process (overthink) everything. In the last couple weeks I managed to tell my family how I feel, which really heart there feelings, my boyfriend raged out on me, I hot into a physical fight and Stephen. . .

Everything that's been happening lately has been out of control, I'm not use to that. All these feelings that I refused to recognize all came at me at once.

Finally the doctor walked in.

"Good afternoon, Illiana all you're test came out good other then the fact that you have a bit of a cold and from what I can tell you haven't eaten anything for like 2 days." He said.

"You haven't eaten?" Illan said shocked.

"Illiana, I need to ask you something. . . I think it's best I ask you in private." The doctor said

"We can speak in front of Illan." I said.

"Have you had any problems lately. . . Stress, anxiousness Depression or anything similar to the 3 things I listed." He asked.

"Well doctor. . .erm" I failed to answer.

"She's been stressed and possibly depressed." Illan answered.

"I think the chest pains, lack of an appetite and headaches is a result of your body responding to your stress, I need you to be evaluated by a specialist." He said.

"So. . . I'm crazy." I said.

"No, not at all. Lots of people go through a very bad phase in life and most people just need help to guide them through these difficult transitions" he explained

"So what am I going to be in s psych ward." I asked.

"I don't think hospitalisation is necessary at this point, I think you should go for a psychological evaluation tomorrow and the psychiatrist will make that decision." He explain.

WOW.