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He seemed surprised at my answer. “Your test result
came in and everything seemed to be fine. Are you hurting anywhere?”
    Test results.
    I silently laughed in my mind as I thought if those test
results could elaborate what was going on with my life right now. I suddenly
felt like I was hurting everywhere. Why did he even bother asking? My whole
life was a mess.
    I replied with a sigh, “No. Actually, I’m feeling all better
and ready to go out.”
    He blinked twice and looked at me questioningly. Then he
cleared his throat and finally said, “Then I guess I can let you go out today.”
    I nodded in agreement.
    “I’ll get on with the papers,” said Mom as she walked out of
the room with the doctor.
    I removed the needle from my arm, wanting to get out of here
this instant. The nurse seemed to be displeased with what I had done and put
some cotton and tape over the puncture. I survived a car accident. What could lost
of minute amounts of blood do to me?
    Then shortly after, following some unfavorable remarks from
my attending nurse while she helped me put on some normal clothes, I was guided
out of the hospital. And after a moment of paper works, I finally got
discharged and was guided out.
    Argh. I hated that reeking smell.
    Looking at myself, I knew I wasn’t hurting anymore,
physically speaking though. I got bluish bruises on my legs but that was it.
And a scratch or two. Well, maybe just a minor headache every now and then that
I was sure would go away in no time. Still, being alive after all that, could
that be considered an achievement?
    Must be so.
    I asked my mom to bring me back to my apartment instead of
dragging me down to our old house. But of course, my mom didn’t let me off that
easy but I continuously begged her to do so. And finally, after several minutes
of bickering inside the car, she finally dropped me off in front of my
apartment.
    All in all, the patient was always right.
    Saying a quick goodbye, I trod my way back inside and saw
the mess I left yesterday. All my things were still on the floor but I hadn’t
even bothered to pick them up. Instead, I lazily lay down on the sofa. Now,
since I was jobless, heartbroken and didn’t have a single cent, what was I
supposed to do?
    I picked myself up and opened my laptop to look at my
horoscope for the day:
    Today is the day when you mend those loose threads in your
life. You need to fix some things in order to get over your bad luck. Maybe you
want to visit some fortune teller to tell you what to do. A bright future
awaits you so get up and get going!
    I suddenly felt alive as I read the words. The horoscope was
once again correct. I only needed to fix my bad luck and everything would turn
out fine. I might even get a call from Aaron. And then I would find a nice job
tomorrow. Sandy would be able to get back all our savings.
    All I needed to do was to fix whatever that bad luck was.
    I took a quick shower to remove the hospital smell that
lingered on my skin. Finally, after scrubbing myself until I was officially
spotless, I felt fresh and clean. I managed to get out alive from everything
that happened. There must be a grander plan for me after all.
    ‘That’s the spirit, Kayla!’ I
said to myself again. Oh wait, why did I do that? I shook my head and shrugged
off the thoughts of me talking to myself again, thinking that the bump I got
yesterday permanently damaged my perfect being.
    I put on some fresh clothes and got out. I went down the
next block and saw the fortune teller’s shop on the right. I sort of heard that
there was one here. And I knew that this place held the perfect answer for my
not so lucky yesterday. When I was a little way from it, I paused for a while
and assessed the place.
    Okay, honestly speaking, it was kind of creepy.
    The sign was crooked. It was like a storm passed by and no
one bothered to straighten it out. There were cobwebs everywhere. Was that part
of the shop or did the spiders find their home in here after