To Love A Wildflower

Rain

⛈Dylan⛈

It's raining again.

How lovely.

"Dylan, get your ass over here this instant" Doctor Macy glared at me from the car and I ignored her and continued feeling the rain on my fingertips.

"Dylan. You're going to be late for school!" She huffs and I just tilt my head at her slowly and smirk a little.

I hate giving her a hard time because of all the shit she's been through with me but I can't help but put my foot down on this one.

Macy has been my doctor since I was 7, well after Ruby died.

My chest constricted painfully.

Ruby...She was like a mother to me, I barely remember mine. What I do remember is Ruby singing me to sleep, forcing my medication down my throat, telling me jokes even though I never said a word to her for 3 years straight.

I had selective mutism.

It's gotten easier to control over the years but I still rarely spoke to anyone.

Ruby would've been proud of me, seeing as I've survived this far. I don't think she would have liked me cutting off all ties with her daughter though.

I breathed in sharply.

My wildflower...

Did she even remember me?

I did tell her to forget all about me so I won't be surprised if she did.

Macy was speaking rapidly on the phone to someone and I studied her movements carefully.

She was getting old. When was she going to retire?

I don't think I'd survive without her...and I think she knows that, seeing as she's still standing here.

She walked to to me and narrowed her eyes, "Steph want to speak to you"

I tensed and cursed lowly under my breath, taking the phone from her, I turned away and watched as a couple ran to the hospital parking lot, both getting a little wet from the light rainfall.

"Housekeeping" I drawled into the phone and I heard the gentle laughter of my favorite person in the world.

"Dylan, why aren't you in school?" Steph sighed through the phone and I could picture her clearly, running her hand through her curly mane, probably on a beach, her dark skin glistening in the sun.

"Oh hi Curly, nice hearing from you too! I'm doing great thank you, and you?" I say sarcastically to the other line.

"We've talked about this Dyl, you go to school for your senior year, you graduate, then you go on to be the next Einstein of your damn generation" she chastised me.

I was smart.

To put it modestly, but really I was a freaking genius.

I was so smart I had a FIELDS medal, 2 Abel prizes, 4 Breakthrough prizes and 6 Nobel prizes.

But I was sick.