Highs and Lows Of Life

The future

He felt someone take his hand gently not thinking much of it. Until he felt a fast sting and the sound of a lensing device stabbing his finger. His eye shot open in surprise.

Mary his nurse was standing over him small meter in hand he heard a beeping noise comes from the small glucose reader she was holding." Sorry sweetheart wiping the blood away from his thumb on his right hand. " the meter still reads high so all just take some blood from one of your IV lines it won't even hurt."

Nick slowly sat up in bed he looks outside noticing it was dark outside. " Rubbing his tired eyes.

" Your mom just went to get something to eat and your the rest of your family went home an hour ago." Mary spoke with a calm tone to her voice." Are you in any pain or nauseous?" She filled up a vile with the boy's blood.

" I'm feeling really hungry actually when can I eat." He could feel his stomach growling. He could for a steak right now he was craving poutine badly.

" oh I am sorry sweetheart but..you won't be eating tonight." She spoke slowly. Tucking a strained of hair behind her ear." It's part of protocol when you have high blood sugar we don't allow the patient to eat for a couple of hours. It helps your blood sugar to drop quickly." The boy looked at her in shock she felt horrible about it but they wanted to drop to at least low 200 to allow him to eat something.

" Do want some ice chips?" That was the only thing she could offer to him at the moment.

" No thank you." Nick sighed picking the tape on his right hand. He let out a shaky breath. " Do you think all be able to continue all the normal things that I use to do." He didn't know why those words slipped out of his mouth. He was worried that his music and acting career was now over. No one was going to want to work with someone who was sick.

" Yes, I truly believe you will be able to do everything you did before." Mary spoke she could see her words seems to slowly reach the teen's ears. " what do you like to do Nick?" She pulled his hand away from the IV site she didn't want him to have to be put it back in again trying to distract the teen.

Nick leaned back sighing resting his hands on his stomach " my brothers are in a band." Smiling thinking about the crazy school tour they had just finished. It felt nice to be able to tell someone not to keep it secret.

" Oh really," Mary spoke a little surprised.

" Yeah, Joe Kevin and I are signed by Columbia Records. We just finished almost month-long tours going to different schools small theatres and bars to get our names out there." He started to explain.

" I can tell you, Nick, that you will be back touring in no time." Mary rested a hand on the teen's shoulder before getting up from her chair. Leaving the room to get the blood work to the lab so they can figure out what the next plan for the teen was.

Nick watched her go his heart felt heavy in his chest. They had a show in a couple of days was he going to be even allowed to play. Was all this medical shit going to be too much for his family? All their hard work was maybe gone in less than a couple of hours. He wanted to just go back on stage with his brother with the bright light and the small bars that smelled of smoke and alcohol.

He wanted to be in the van hearing Joe tell stupid jokes making the band laugh. Be cramped in a small hotel staying up late with his brother watching late-night cable. Eat junk food until he felt like he was going to puke.

Waking up early he would never complain again if it means he could be a band with his brothers again. Was that too much to ask for slowly running his thumb over his fingertips he could feel the small needle prick on his fingers they were sore and achy. He hadn't even tested his blood sugar by himself he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to that let alone shots. Was he going to get used to the poke and prods?

How were people going to act around him where they going to not want to even be part of the band when one of their members was always sick. Would his brothers think he was going to slow their success down were they going to treat him differently. Was he able to and eat the same food as them? Was he not even allowed to play his favourite sports anymore the person that he knew before this diagnosis was he going to be different act differently. He didn't want to change he didn't want anything to change. He wanted to be Nick that was it Not Nick who had the Diabetes or the kid who was always sick.

All these thoughts were running through his mind and he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with them. He could feel his body wanting sleep he was so mentally and physically spent. He wanted to wake up and be home with his family running downstair for breakfast getting ready to climb in the car to go to a show. That all he wanted was that too much to ask for.