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Chapter Thirty
-Train's P.O.V-
I've been spending the entire day with Des ok campus, calming her down every time she begins to panic. That girl is so vulnerable to panic attacks.
Immediately after composing class Des began scratching herself, which happens to be something that she does a lot when she is nervous, and I was worried that I had to tie her hands together to make her stop. When I dropped her off for her next class with Sebastian I swear I heard someone hyperventilating. It didn't get any better during break, and also lunch. From what I heard, Sebastian only succeeded in making her even more excited/panicky than before, and who knows what the big guy said to her.
It was after school and Des' arm was full of deep red blotchy scratch marks. The poor girl must've suffered a lot.
Me and the guys immediately regretted for convincing her to sign up. Although it wasn't exactly our fault, but we wouldn't have done it if we knew she'd have such allergies...?
"Oh my gosh Des, it can't be that serious can it?" Mitch winced.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, just a little..." she hesitated. "...itchy."
"But it doesn't look very fine." Sebastian continued.
"Yeah dude, I mean, it's all red and stuff." Alan poked.
"No really I'm fine." She insisted. I could tell that she was intimidated being surrounded by four guys staring at her arms, waiting for her to scratch.
"We should take you to the infirmary." I muttered to her wounds.
"What? That's a little unnecessary, I'm not sick or anything, just nervous and-"
"Get into the car, we're taking her to the nearest clinic." Sebastian proclaimed and the rest of us nodded.
"Hey, are you guys even listening to me?" Des frowned.
"Just be a good girl." I smirked which only made her frown more visible.
Des gave in and chose to be obedient and allowed us to take her in the end. As we neared the building Sebastian began spinning in circles in hopes of getting a parking spot, unfortunately that doesn't seem very possible.
"Like, what the heck dude, someone left a buggy on this side just to book themselves a space." Sebastian said disbelievingly.
"Oh well, that's too bad, maybe we should just forget about it and go home..." Des smiled tightly.
"No way, you're not getting off the hook that easily." Mitch laughed wickedly and paused for a few seconds. "C'mon Train, take her down now and we'll continue with our parking-hunt."
"Really?" Des sighed.
"Yep." Mitch beamed.
I shrugged and opened the car door to hop off the vehicle. I chuckled as Des came out with a grumpy face which reminds me of humpty-dumpty. I decided to keep my lips sealed and to stuff that thought to the back of my mind to prevent her from being offended, seeing that she might not be up for it right now.
We stepped into the over-coloured clinic and was relieved to realize that there were only two other patients in line before us, whereas the rest sat on the couches and chairs, just staring at us like they've just seen a ghost. I raised a quizzical brow and looked at the wounds on Des' arms.
Hmm, it does look really ugly.
"Oh." I spoke my mind aloud.
"What?" she boggled.
"Nothing, it's just that I realized that you stopped scratching yourself?" I uttered.
"I had to stop." She made a face. "It hurts now."
"Is it bad?"
"I hope not." She frowned.
We waited for a couple of minutes before it was our turn by the counter. The lady opposite us was chewing some gum with her hair tied up in a messy bun, and I think that's Chanel lipstick- oh my gosh I have got to stop listening to Mitch ranting on about his Seventeen Magazine.
"Hello there." She greeted with her gummy smile. "How may I help you?"
"We're here for the doctor?" Des asked uncertainly.
"Right, of course." The counter lady sat up straight and held on to her professional posture. "So may I know who the patient here is?"
"Her." I said.
"Okay, so please fill up this form..." she handed Des a yellow form sheet and gestured for her to fill it up. I eyed her oddly when she didn't.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's yellow." She gulped. "It's the same colour as the sign-up sheet-"
"Are you kidding me?" I gaped.
"I'm sorry!" she panicked.
"I'll fill it up for you then." I slid the paper pass her towards me and begin filling it and I swore I heard someone chuckling.
"You have a very cute boyfriend."
The pencil broke.
"W-Wait, he's not my boyfriend." Des stammered. I stared awkwardly at my broken pencil, feeling too uncomfortable to ask for a new one.
"We're not dating." I choked.
"Oh, you're not?" the bubble-gum lady stopped chewing her gum. "Sorry, my bad. Looks like I've let my tongue slip again."
"It's fine..." I cleared my throat. "Can I have a new...pencil?"
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The doctor nodded and begins scribbling something onto his notepad.
"It seems that you've had a bad skin rash. It's not related to your nervousness, but since you uh...scratch, when you're nervous, it made the rash worse." The doctor said. "According to my analysis, you've probably came in contact with something that you're allergic of?"
"I'm allergic to oysters." She shrugged slightly. "I don't think I had any of that today."
"Actually, I think you did." I hesitated. "Alan brought you lunch remember? He might have added that onto your plate."
She stared at me dumbly and I feared that she might freak out right there and then. Thankfully she didn't. After finishing his last words the doctor dismissed us to go collect Des' anti-itch cream.
"Do they have anti-red cream too?" she asked.
"Well, if you're talking about a cream that can remove colour then no." I said. "The redness won't last long."
I received the receipt from the nurse and handed the cream to Des. I don't know about her, but I was itching (not literally) to get away from this clinic as that bubble-gum lady won't stop looking at the both of us. I pretended not to see her, but the more I pretend the more I do.
Two words: awkward, nerve-racking.
I waited for Des to finish applying her cream before saying anything else. I was suddenly reminded of the other guys who are probably still outside spinning around the street searching for a decent parking spot. It's either that or they've got a flat tyre, as always.
"Where are the guys?" Des asked as she twists the container open.
"They're probably-" I was interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled the device out and pushed the button before speaking. "Hello?"
"Dude, we got a parking spot!" Sebastian exclaimed and I could hear both Alan and Mitch cheering in the background.
"Really?" I asked, unimpressed. "It took you like, forty minutes."
"Oh c'mon man, don't be so harsh." He droned. "What, are you guys done already?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." There was a moment of silence before Sebastian decided to speak again. "Well that's fine bro, I guess you guys should come look for us because we parked right outside of McDonald's, and Alan is preparing to wait in line for his ice-cream."
"What McDonald's?"
"You know, McDonald's."
"There isn't a McDonald's on this street." I said flatly as Des stared wide-eyed at me.
"..."
"Sebastian, where exactly are you?" I asked carefully.
"Seems like we may've drove a little too far for parking." He cleared his throat. "Oops."
I sighed.
"Just get your wheels here as soon as Alan gets his ice-cream." I muttered finally. "Oh, and tell him not to forget to get me one too."
"And me." Des poked.
"And Des." I added.
Sebastian began mumbling something that I couldn't understand and finished up the conversation by screaming bye, then hanging up. Des and I both exchanged glances.
"How?" she asked.
"We'll understand someday." I smiled as we exited the building.