Page 2 of Dead and a Best Friend
"Doctor Shepherd," he muttered, reading what I assumed was my file. He had a kind face and warm eyes, but I becamenervous when his brows pulled together. "You were struck by lightning," he said, reading from my file. “You are very lucky."
"Actually, it was my car that got hit by lightning, but I was inside it during a storm." I shuddered. "It scared me."
“Do you think your current issue could be related to that event?”
I stared at the doctor, wondering why he was asking me. Wasn't he the doctor? "Um, I don't know. That's why I'm here."
He looked at me through round spectacles. His lips twitched into a smile. "So, explain to me what exactly is going on." He took a seat and looked my way.
Nervous and unsure, I inhaled and exhaled slowly. "A few times now, my vision has blurred, and I've found myself unable to move. I knew I needed to sit down before I fell because I felt dizzy, too, but my body wouldn't obey. It's worrying."
"How do you feel after you've had one of these episodes?"
"Fine. Worried."
"Hmm," he muttered. "Well, Mr. Hallen made it clear that he was worried about you." He smiled. "He wanted you to have access to every available test until you had answers."
"Oh," I said, my eyes popping wide. "I didn't know you'd spoken to him. Or that he was really worried about me.”
"The nurse will call the MRI suite. While you're waiting for that, we'll draw some blood. A full blood count. How does that sound?"
"Will I have to be enclosed in the machine?" I chewed my lip, nervous about the MRI, and silently cursed Carlisle for insisting.
I rubbed my forehead because I really wanted to refuse, but the sensible part of my brain knew I should take advantage of the offer.
"You can listen to music while the machine does its thing." Doc Shepherd smiled and patted me on the knee as he left.
Just then, my phone started beeping repeatedly. That could only mean Penelope was sending me messages. It was a habit of hers. She sent them one after the other instead of all in the same message.
I've moved back into my house.
Jessop had the living room painted.
And the kitchen.
And my bedroom.
The rooms have been scrubbed.
There's no sign of Aiden.
:)
"That's good.
How about lunch at the café?
CU @ 1
The nurse came into the room, and I let her take my blood. Then she led me to the MRI suite, which made my stomach turn. My heart thundered in my chest as they got me situated on the table. I practically snatched the eye mask from a nurse and put it on. I did not want to see inside the tube. I wanted to pretend that I was resting in my bed. I could do this. I let out a shaky breath as the machine began to slide me inside. I forced myself to concentrate on breathing. Someone spoke to me through the headphones they had put on me. Then, the machine started. A loud whirling noise drowned out the music they pumped into my ears.
Twenty minutes in, I hated it and felt like bursting into tears. "I want to get out," I panted. "Is it almost over?" I breathed deeply and exhaled. "I can't breathe." Panic swelled and my body felt overheated. "Please. I need to get out." I whimpered as I felt the first tears leaking from my eyes and trickling into my hair. "Carlisle," I whispered.
"Baby, I'm here. Listen to my voice."
I immediately stopped panicking and listened.
"You're not alone, Talla. I'm here for you. I always will be. You'll be out of there soon, and I'll be waiting for you when you are.”
