fearless

Chapter 84: Think Positive.

Honestly it's a Sunday
Run Away With Me- Carly Rae Jepsen

I wake with a start. I push myself out of bed, running down the hallway to the bathroom and almost slipping on the smooth polished wooden floors without my mind even registering it.

I practically jump to the toilet, lifting the lid. Bile empties itself from my stomach, and I try to sigh, but only to be greeted with more waste emptying from my stomach, my throat.

Within seconds, I hear the pitter-pattering of heavy feet, and soon, Ty steps in the door. "Oh honey." He says as he grabs a washcloth, gently running it under the water and handing it to me.

I no sooner get my face wiped off that I feel more coming up my throat. I lean into the toilet, almost curling into it, and let it all out. My throat burns, as if I just swallowed fire.

I wipe my mouth off again, and lean back into the bathtub, which is parallel to the toilet in our bathroom. Ty crouches down beside me and tucks a small strand of brown hair behind my ear.

"I think you should go to the doctor today," he looks from my eyes to my lips, then back up again. "This has been happening off and on for the past week and a half, honey."

He wraps an arm around me, and I finally feel my stomach settle. I sink into him, his side, and sigh. "I'm fine, Ty. I really just don't want to go to the doctor, I me-" I ramble on, listing all of the reasons that I shouldn't go to see the doctor, until Ty cuts me off.

"Just go, Maddie. Or I'll call in and go with you." He concludes, and I shake my head.

"Okay," I say simply. "I'll go," I pause once again. "All by myself, though."

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I step into the doctors office, my hands stuffed into the pocket of one of Ty's hoodies. I hum one of Hannah's nursery rhymes as I walk over to the secretary's desk, and sign in.

I almost write Madison Eaton, I've started to make the E and then change it to a P, spelling out Pedrad afterward.

I go back to the corner of the waiting room, and sit down. It still somehow amazes me, Ty and I. We've come so far, and, in all honesty, I don't remember ever thinking we would come this far.

I smile as I think of us, our love, our family, the list goes on. I never get to completely finish my mental list of blessings though, for I am called back to the exam room.

A nurse stands at a large black door, smiling when I walk up to her. Her blonde hair is curled under her ears perfectly, then tucked back for a sleeker look. I smile back at her, and she asks me who I am. "Yes, I am Madison," I grin, Ty popping into my thoughts as the woman uses Ty's last name in place of Eaton.

"Just come back to this room here- the doctor will be here shortly." She says nasally yet very monotonously, nearly no emotion even hinted in her voice.

She shuts the door, and I kick my feet against the exam table in a bored manner. I look around the room at all of the tools on the white paint covered rock walls. Some of them don't look harmful, while other ones- the pointy ones, do.

A desk and a computer are set up on a black desk in the corner, along with many glass jars of Popsicle sticks and cotton balls. I nearly jump when I hear the sound of the door clicking.

It creaks back slowly, and in walks a doctor with a cart. When the cart is in the room all the way, she shuts the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Pedrad," she smiles, and I feel my stomach churn with joy when she says Pedrad, but then again, it could just be the sickness coming back for me. "So how are we feeling on this fine day?"