Books and a bad boy

Chapter 10

I always kinda thought that car rides were awkward and that'd you'd have to make conversation, until it just kinda hit me one day that maybe thats the purpose, for everyone to get to think, enjoy the  view, in that space of a moment, there'd be time to talk later. But what if there was an accident, what if that car ride is your opportunity for a last conversation? All this ran through my head as i drove with Kells. He still seemed pissed so i stared at the dashboard. This morning i woke up and went back to sleep, but not the peaceful sleep, i fainted. Cassie called Kells, she couldn't take me to get a check up, no she was busy and she was also..mad. Thing is, my mom has diabetes, and its not easy, the doctors said i could get it, if i didn't take care of myself, so most naturally i took care of myself, but these things are also hereditary, i rolled my hands into a fist and bit my lip. "What if i have diabetes?" i whispered "Its not the end of the world." I looked up at him, "its not easy to live with it." "Yet people live with it." He clamped down and his jaw twitched, i decided to shut my mouth. I ran my hands through my hair and breathed. He parked the car and he waited while i went into the hospital. I mean, i know he's mad but you're gonna let me go in there by myself. I walked slowly, hospitals are two faced. One side theres happiness as families welcome a new born baby, or a sick relative healed. On the other side theres death, and its not pretty. I don't think i'll ever like hospitals. I walked up to the receptonist and told her my problem. She told me to take a seat and wait. I sat next to an elderly man who was asleep with his papers tucked under his armpit. Across from me there was another old man who looked as if the world rested on him. He caught my eye and stared, i saw deep pain and sadness, i've never seen such expression in one stare. I looked away and pulled my sweater closer. I studied the receptonist and found her to be pretty, with some big boobs. I frowned and looked at my boobs. I pulled the sweater even closer. Kells walked in and i saw her eyes glint with appreciation. He scanned the room and spotted me. He walked over to me and sat next to me. I looked at the old man on my other side. I don't think he'd mind people flocking him. "Did you give her your name?" he asked "yeah she said fifteen minutes." He looked over my head, yeah cause hes freaky tall. I looked at the receptonist and caught her smiling at him. I furrowed my brows and looked down. I started picking at my hair ends. He tucked my hair behind my ear and rested his chin on the top of my head. "You still mad?" "Yes." The receptonist called my name and i followed her instructions to the doctor's office. I left Kells in the living room. The doctor was an old, balding man, kind of reminded me of my grandpa. He smiled and asked whats the problem. I explained to him and about my mother. "I see, and did you feel weak before you fainted?" 
"yes." "And when you woke up did you have control over yourself and your movements?" 

"Kind of, not really." "Hm, i think you experienced a low sugar episode, it can be avoided, but come back tomorrow and i'll run some tests." I thanked him and walked out. I found Kells still waiting and we walked back to the car. When we started driving, he asked "so?" 

"Low sugar,i have to run tests tomorrow." He nodded "i'll pick you up at 8:00." I stared closely and noticed lipstick stains on his neck and due to my photographic memory, is the same colour the secretary was wearing. I broke eye contact, "No need i'll drive myself." "You don't think i'll let you drive after what happened, do you?" "I feel fine, i'll drive myself." "No Anna, wait for me to pick you up." 

The next morning i rolled down the windows and drove to the hospital. I went into the doctor's office and he smiled at me again. "Okay, lets run those tests." After about an hour he came back with the results." 

"Well it not diabetes, but your body reacted strangely and i need to run another test." 

"What? Why?" "Anna, did you do anything spontaneous, something unlike you before your bidy crashed?" I blushed "yes, sort of." He stared at me like i had three heads. He sat down opposite me and started asking questions, like how often do i feel sad, or do i feel the need to do something crazy. I knew he was testing me for a mental disease, but of course i don't have a mental disease. I stared at him with a bored expression "do the tests now." 

He looked taken aback "what?" "Now, i want results now." "But it could take at least 24 hours." 

I sighed and pulled out couple hundreds. He fixed his glasses and cleared his throat, "why yes, is an hour okay with you?" He scurried off and i cracked my knuckles. I turned my phone on. Fifteen missed  calls from Kells. My phone rang again, "Kells." 

"Anna what the fuck i said wait for me!" 

"I'm fine,doc just thinks i'm cuckoo thats all."  

"Anna!" I hung up the phone. I walked around the office and talked to his cat. "Whats up i'm pretty sure animals aren't allowed in here." It stared at me with its green eyes. I sat back down and cocked my foot up. The doctor came in and sat down. He stared at his folder. "I emailed your file to a friend of mine who works in a mental hospital, i asked him for a favour." 

I stared at him, he shifted around "you think i'm crazt doc?" He seemed scared, i laughed, cause thats a first. "Anna, you have a mild case of bipolar disorder." I sat stunned, "wait till mom hears about this." I started shouting and crying "I can't have fucking bipolar disorder! I never did anything stupid in my life!" I screamed and he hopped out his chair. He acted quick and called in nurses. I crumpled to the floor and closed my eyes. They were wrong. 

When i opened them back, i was in a room and Cassie was over me. "What'd they do, drug you?" 

I groaned and tried to move, but i was still drugged. "I called your mom, the doctor told me what happened." 

"They're wrong Cassie." 

"I don't know Anna, you do have a tendency to behave reckless and then to sob your heart out." I rolled my eyes. 

"One time, when we were seven you jumped out your mom's window and nearly broke your arm, you were laughing. We asked you what happened and you started crying." 

" I don't remember this!" 

"Thats cause your mom said to never bring it up, you'd just forget it." "Oh my god." I started crying and Cassie rubbed my hair. Kells came in and stared at me from across the room. I couldn't look at him so i closed my eyes. This was a bad dream right?