Chapter 28
Mrs. Hanson handed me two advils. I shook my head and almost gagged when I sa
them. "I can't. I'll only throw them back up." I said to her. She took my hands, and lea
me into the bathroom. It was about 10:30 in the next morning, and after Taylor found me
I told him about my 'disease'. Immediately we went to his mother.
I closed my eyes and slowly placed the advil in my mouth. Taylor, seeing the look o
my face reached over and picked up the toilet seat. I sipped some water, and as I was i
the middle of swallowing it, everything came up, and I threw it up in the toilet. Taylor hel
my hair, and Mrs. Hanson wiped my face with a washcloth when I was done.
"Honey, I think you really are sick." she whispered, kissing my forehead.
shook my head.
"No..I can't be sick." I cried. Mrs. Hanson pulled me close to her, and hel
me tight.
"Taylor..go call the hospital..make an emergency appointment." she mouthed
I heard her thought, because I was listening very closely. Tay nodded and ran out of th
room.
"I just have the flu, that's all it is. It was going around my school, and
caught it from a classmate." I lied. Mrs. Hanson shhed me, and just slowly lifted me up
not saying a word. I wasn't all that skinny so I moaned in disagreement. But, being to wea
to fight, I allowed Mrs. Hanson to carry me into the boys bedroom. She knew, that if I wa
sick, she didn't want the babies to get involved, and I totally understand how she feels. A
she tucked me in Zac's bed, Taylor entered the room., Zac at his side.
"They want her to come in before 11:15." Tay said, handing his mother hi
jacket. Groaning I sat up. Mrs. Hanson stopped me, and looked around.
"Get Isaac." she said. I knew I wasn't about to fight, so I relaxed my bod
and watched as Taylor ran out of the room.
"Are you okay?" Zac asked, stepping closer to his bed. I smiled.
"I'll be alright.." I trailed off, noticing the look on Mrs. Hanson's fac
"It's just the flu,..don't worry." I whispered, as Isaac and Tay came into the room. Ik
bent down, and lifted me up. I groaned, knowing Isaac wasn't exactly the strongest man i
the world. "I can walk." I managed to say.
"No." Isaac said, tightening his grip around my body. "Your so light, an
look, you can't even speak normally." he pointed out. I closed my eyes, and waited to get t
the hospital.
When I opened my eyes, I was laying on a hard bed, in a room that smelled lik
laytex lollipops..it mad me want to puke. Searching the room, I noticed only Taylor was i
the room.
"It's okay." he whispered, getting off his seat and walking over toward m
I smiled ever so weakly and looked at him.
"Tay...I'm sorry." I managed to say., my body feeling as if it were about t
crumble. Taylor rested his hand on my hand, and looked me straight in the eye.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. I tensed.
"I'm sorry...I was just so scared." As Taylor ran his fingertips through m
hair, someone entered the room.
"Taylor..I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." the femal
doctor paused, touching my stomach. "I need to ask Ms. London some very persona
questions." Taylor let go of my hand, but I managed to grip it.
"Can he stay..please??" I begged. My body temperature was extremely high
but I was shivering. The doctor gave me a sad look, and then nodded.
"Alright. Taylor have a seat." she said. The doctor turned to me, an
touched my face. "Are you going to be about to answer these questions truthfully?"
laughed., as I sat up.
"Of course." I said softly. I was regaining my voice, but it hurt to speak t
loudly. The doctor, who I noticed name is Amarillo, sat in a seat in front of me, and studie
her chart infront of her.
"When was your last period?" I cringed.
"Two weeks ago." Dr. Amarillo scribbled on her chart and looked up at me.
"Are you.." she eyed Taylor. "sexual active?" I wanted to laugh, but fough
back the urge.
"No."
"Do drugs?"
"No!" I almost shouted.
"Do you smoke?" I laughed.
"No." She scribbled more on her chart.
"My notes say you've been over weight ever since you were a baby, and no
your twenty pounds underweight. Do you binge?" I was shocked. I'm sick you moron, why els
would I be here? I laughed to myself.
"No." I paused. "Never." I glanced over at Taylor. His face was red and h
was staring down at his shoes.
"When you have your period does it come normally?" Dr. Amarill
questioned. Blushing I answered.
"No." Taylor's eyes shot over to me, and his blushing got even deeper.
"How is that?" the doctor asked.
"It lasts about two weeks each time." I whispered. Dr. Amarillo wrote mor
on her chart and looked at me.
"Have you been making yourself sick this past week?"
"NO!" I demanded. "I'm not that talented." I joked. Taylor stiffened
laugh and the doctor looked at me.
"Do you think your too stressed?"
"Yes." Taylor looked at me. I shrugged. "School is getting worse..and I can'
concentrate." Dr. Amarillo looked at me with another look of surprise.
"Why is that?" I cringed, and turned my eyes away from Taylor.
"Him." I whispered.
"Excuse me?" the doctor asked, exchanging glances with Taylor. I cringe
and felt my body want to shake.
"Nothing..nevermind." I said. As of right now...I wasn't about to explain m
whole Scott/Taylor situation, especially not with Taylor in the room. Thats all I neede
right now. Dr. Amarilo twisted her lips together in a thin line and gave Taylor a sidewar
glance.
"Would you mind leaving the room young man?" she commented. As I wa
about to reject, Taylor jumped off the chair and came over to me.
"I'll be outside if you need me." he whispered, and went out the doo
Sighing, I looked at my doctor.
"Now, why is it your stressed?" she mused. I watched her bite her pe
from a few seconds, and then I cleared my throat.
"Love sucks." I said, angriness seeming to arise in my voice. Dr. Amaril
nodded and then proceeded in asking me more questions.
Alyson hugged her knees to her chest and looked at Zac. "Is she okay?" she asked
(When Taylor had left with me and Mrs. Hanson, Zac ran straight to the phone and fille
Alyson in on everything. She seemed worried, and extremely nervous., so she invited Za
over to play video games.)
"I don't know. Itz been two hours now..and not a word." Zac answered, fidgetin
with a koosh ball Rosie O'Donnell gave him on their third appearance on the show. Alyso
smiled, stood up, and relocated next to Zac on his bed.
"Zac..I'm sure she's okay..-" she trailed off, their faces meeting. Zac's hea
started to pound loudly in his chest and his eyes raced with hers.
"Yeah..I'm sure..sure she is." he studdered, breathing his own breath to th
pattern of her breathing. Alyson closed her eyes and leaned closer to Zac. As their lips me
"ALYSON!" Zac's voice shattered through her thoughts. Alyson sighed and opened he
eyes.
"Huh?" she asked. Damn it Zac! Why couldn't you just be quiet for a few mor
minutes? She asked herself. Zac snickered at her and waved his hand toward the t
screen.
"That's the third time you crashed into the same tree! What is wrong wit
you today?" Zac questioned. Alyson sighed and reset the game.
"Sorry. I'm just tired." she paused. "You did call me at 7:17 this morning!
Zac raised his eyebrow.
"You remembered the exact time I called you?" he asked in amusemen
Alyson giggled foolishly for a moment and looked at him. Zac's hair fell into his eyes eve
if it was pulled back in a pony-tail. His brown eyes sparkled and his tight blue shir
matched the blue checks in his pants. Alyson couldn't help but love his sense of...of..uniqu
style.
"Maybe." she admitted in shame. Her body temperature started to rise an
his heart pounded heart in her chest. "Can you hear that?" Alyson asked breathlessly. Za
twisted his lips in a thin line and listened to the crisp silence that filled the air aroun
them.
"Hear what?" he asked moments later.
"Nevermind..it was just my clock downstairs." Alyson lied. Shaking his head
Zac looked outside the large window in Alyson's bedroom. Alyson watched Zac's gaze an
just admired him from a silent distance. Zac turned his head and saw Alyson's eyes on his.
"What?" he asked., suddenly panicking. "Do I have sauce on my face? Alyso
we had pizza an hour ago, why didn't you tell me then?-
Their lips met and Alyson's hands found their way through Zac's tied back hair. Partin
her lips, she invited Zac's tongue on a little adventure. Their tongues touching, her body shook
"ALYSON?" Zac shrieked. Alyson shook her head and turned her gaze away from his.
"WHAT?" she shrieked back. Zac sighed.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he questioned. Alyson felt her face ge
hot, and her pulse pounded hard on her veins. The blood slushing through her hot body.
"I.. I told you I was tired." Alyson lied again. He's not falling for it. Sh
panicked. "I'm sick of this game! Can we like, not play anymore?"
"Doesn't matter to me, its not like you were playing anyways!" Zac said
shrugging it off. He dropped the controller to the floor, and stood up. "Its getting reall
hot out!" he pathetically tried to make conversation. Alyson blushed and stood next to him.
"Wanna go some place? You can borrow my cousin's blades!" she said. Za
smiled and looked at her.
"Alright."
"Why don't we walk..I forgot my mom brought them back to him thi
morning!" Alyson lied. She knew her cousin's roller blades were still at her house, she jus
wanted to take Zac to the back of the high school. It was a Saturday and no one goes i
the old soccer field. The old soccer field was in a locked up area. No one dared to g
there, especially not on school days. But, since it was a Saturday everyone's out and no on
would be there. Zac followed Alyson out of the room, and they went downstairs. As Alyso
left a note on the kitchen table for her mother, Zac noticed an old black pair of rolle
blades, they were set at the front door,..right next to Alyson's blades. Why did she lie?
would have walked! Zac thought to himself. "Let's go. I want to bring you some where...
Alyson said, grabbing Zac by the wrist. Uh oh. Zac bashfully thought to himself., as Alyso
dragged through the woods.
Taylor's cheeks darkened as I stepped out into the waiting room.
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Hanson asked. I pointed toward my own room.
"Um, yea I think so. The doctor wants to talk to you.." I trailed off, m
eyes meeting Mrs. Hanson's. My cheeks turned pink, and she patted my shoulder and wen
off to join the doctor.
"I hope everything's okay." Taylor whispered. Shocked that he spoke firs
I looked at him. He turned his head and looked directly into my eyes.
"Me too." I paused. "Honestly Tay..what would I do? Duncan's turned into
major jerk..Mom's not coming down for about another week..and now I have to deal wit
this?!" I wanted to break down. The doctor suggested to me that I was only stressing an
after I fixed up my life, I'd be all right. But, hello, how could I fix everything? On Monda
I have to see Duncan, and who knows what's going to happen then., I have to figure ou
what Celeste is trying to do to Isaac, then what am I going to say to Patty when sh
come's home? Ugh, this is not my fault! I told myself silently.
Taylor nodded and let out a soft sigh. "You're okay Amanda. I promise." h
whispered. Deep inside, I knew he wasn't so sure. I hate this! Why does she always get pu
through this stuff? C'mom, first her parents die, second Loreen, third moving to Atlanta, fourt
meeting family she's never met before, and living with them in Atlanta..now her 'brother' want
her! Then, she comes down with this illness no one even has a name for! What's the deal? H
thought to himself. Before I could speak, Mrs. Hanson came into the room.
"All set?" she asked. Taylor and I nodded, and we stood up. In silence w
walked to the car. Only, we didn't drive home.
