Page 114 of Never Stop
“You’re my sister.”
I sniffled. “I know, but Easton will take care of me. I’ll be okay.”
“If he doesn’t, you tell me and I’ll be there in three hours.”
I smiled tightly. “I will.”
“Are you going to call Mom?”
Now it was my turn to pause before answering. “Didn’t cross my mind,” I admitted.
“You don’t have to. I will.”
“No,” I argued. “Let’s wait until after the results.”
“Okay.”
We chatted some more about her work and random shit until my doorbell rang.
“Nic’s here. I gotta go.” I stood from the couch and walked toward the door.
“Tell her hi for me and text me as soon as you know when your biopsy is.”
“I will.”
We hung up, and I opened the door. Nicole frowned as she held up a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cup of frozen yogurt with a mound of different candies on top. Before I could say anything, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me the best she could as she held the items. Tears started to cascade down my face again, and when we pulled apart, I saw that she was crying too.
We walked to the couch and continued to cry as she held me to her.
Crying was all I wanted to do.
Crying was all Icoulddo.
“We can go for yogurt afterward.”
“Yeah,” I muttered not looking away from mine and Easton’s clenched hands in my lap.
We were on our way to my appointment for the biopsy, and I was trying not to panic.There was no reason to be scared right now because it was only a test.I repeated that to myself over and over. Only a test where they stick a hollow needle in you and promise you that it won’t hurt.
Bullshit…
We pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. I was starting to get fairly familiar with it. Believe it or not, I had to go to the same department too. I knew the drill: check-in, wait until you’re called and then change into a hospital gown. IVs would be stuck in me, and my anxiety would be at an all-time high.
Been there. Done that shit.
Easton didn’t let go of my hand until I was called back and given the gown to change into. Easton came with me as I was brought into a room that had two offices with medical equipment in them on the right that overlooked a large open space. Two chairs sat at the far left end with curtains that could be drawn around them to make it private when you sat in one of the chairs. I wasn’t sure why the room was so large or why the offices had glass windows that looked out into the space. It was almost like it had previously been an operating room that they transformed into a waiting room of sorts. But I didn’t ask.
I didn’t care.
After I had changed into the gown, the nurse came back. She double checked to make sure I was Brooke Crawford and confirmed my date of birth. I still wasn’t used to having a new last name since I had only a few months with it. I had to change everything when Easton and I married, and received medical insurance cards with my new name.
Just in time for this bullshit.
“Dr. Feldman will be here in a few minutes to explain what he’ll be doing today.” The nurse started to leave the room.
“I don’t need an IV?”
“No, we’ll give you a lidocaine injection once you’re on the CT machine and you’ll be good to go.”
