𝗜𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀

17 | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

NORA'S POV

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THE hushed voices come rushing through my ears. The boisterous voices making me want to clutch my ears, scream at the top of my lungs for everyone to just shut up.

My throat felt exactly like sandpaper, I want just want to curl up into a ball and die but IV is dripping. My head was pounding as well. I felt like I had been ran over by a bus repeatedly in a nutshell.

God, I am so lucky to be hit with one thing after another. It's okay, I'm grateful all the time even if I feel like absolute dog water. It's so... picturesque of me.

Emi stares at me with concern, reaching over to help me up. I try to make movements with my mouth, yet the words are not coming out.

"Nora, you okay?" Emi grabs a water-bottle, opening up the cap so she can make me drink it. I drank the entire water-bottle, feeling somewhat hydrated.

"I'm going to go get the doctor, okay?" Alaina rushes out of the hospital room.

I look down to see what I'm dressed in and it looks to be a hospital gown. Emi starts to braid my hair because she knew that if my hair was looking like a bird's nest I would undoubtedly feel worse.

My hair is now in a loose braid and I can hoarsely make out words.

"How long have I been out?" I ask, visibly confused. I feel really scared, as this is all happening so suddenly.

I wish my parents were here.

"Four hours." Emi replies.

"You guys should head home, I'm so sorry that I interrupted our plans." I croak out.

"Are you fucking kidding me darling? This is not an interruption, you are way more important than any stupid plan." Emi reassures me.

I weakly smile in thankfulness, reaching over to drink some more water. The entire world seemed to be spinning at a speed that made me want to pass out again.

Alaina comes back in with a doctor and nurse, that had various different equipment in her computer cart.

"Hi! my name is Dr. Armin, but you can just call me Elmira." She shares. "How are you feeling, Miss Seong?"

"Not very good." I mutter.

To distract myself out of my self deprecating thoughts, I glance over to Elmira.

Elmira has luscious, thick wavy hair that I envy— in a French braid.

She also has big hazel eyes, that I wanted to compliment.

She's such an icon being a doctor and being extremely gorgeous.

Double homicide.

"We did a couple of tests including: Random Plasma Glucose and the AC1 blood test— because the symptoms your friends have told the nurses, indicate a very clear picture of Type One Diabetes." Elmira explains thoroughly.

"Oh. Cool!" I let out a huge breath, tears burning my eyes. When I had no response, I usually ended up embarrassing myself with a peculiar choice of words.

Type One Diabetes.

What the actual heck. This was definitely not genetic as none of my parents on either side has this disease. Is this even hereditary? I mean I did learn about diabetes in Middle School.

"What are the test results." I hesitate and brace for kickback.

"You have the certain antibodies in your blood, and your blood sugar is very low. Based on this, we can tell you, that you indeed have Type One Diabetes." The doctor lets out.