When Nadia Marsh; a cheerful and popular ice skater, is overtaken by a mystery illness, everything changes.
When everyone around her is training for sectionals; Nadia is house bound, where even the smallest effort leaves her feeling exhausted.
Getti...
"Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me, You poison every little thing that I do."
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NADIA'S POV:
Today is the day. Today is the day where I see the doctor who said he could have some answers for me. Today is the day where all of this could finally be coming to an end.
I can hopefully be me again.
My mum woke me up from my sleep, which she seems to have a habit of doing lately, and she helped me to get out of bed and dressed as my limbs decided to freeze up this morning, which I think has something to do with my nerves for today.
I have no idea at all how this will go so I am just winging it, silently hoping for the best outcome possible. I thought I was out of hope but my parents and Willem trust this doctor so I will put my very last bit of trust into them about him.
"Are you ready?" I ask my drowned out reflection.
I release a breath once I have gained enough confidence to leave my room and make an exit, with nerves filling every crevice of my body. I make my way to where everyone is in the living room and they all turn to look at me, stopping their conversation when I walk in the room.
"How are you feeling?" My dad questions me, walking towards me with a sandwich for me to eat.
"Fine." I lie and he smiles in response, obviously believing me. Willem however looks at me with raised eyebrows, seeing through my lie and I shake my head at him, not wanting him to question me about it.
"Shall we get going then?" Mum asks and I sigh, putting my coat on as the January chill is looming about outside.
"Yeah," I mutter, walking to the front door and everyone else begins to follow and I look towards my dad and brother. "What are you two doing?"
"We are coming with you." Willem confirms and I feel my chest tighten slightly in anxiety.
"No, you're not." I warn them and they stay unbothered, standing their ground.
"Yes we are," My brother insists, putting his own coat on now. "You need all the support you can get today."
The way my brother says this makes me feel as though he thinks that the outcome of this appointment won't be a good one. Maybe they all feel like this, which is why my mum isn't arguing with them for wanting to tag along. I wouldn't mind having their support but sometimes there needs to be something I need to do alone. I don't think I will be able to handle having them all there, looking at me with expectant eyes as they wait for me to tell them what the diagnosis is, if I even get one.
Thinking about it now, I don't have any hope left about getting an answer. If there were any answers out there for what was going on with me then I would have them already and if the problem actually existed, I wouldn't be told that it's all in my head.
