“This sucks!” I complain. Mom gives my hand a little squeeze and motions for Damon to meet her in the hall. Damon looks worriedly to me and then follows her out. I can see them conversing, but I am unable to decipher what they are saying. It looks like she is yelling at him.
My mom rushes back into the room all pissed off ; demanding to know why I did not let Damon bring me back into the house so she could check me out. “I had a monstrous exam in History and it’s worth 80 percent of my grade, I couldn’t miss it.”
She expresses her distaste in my choice by uttering, “Well, you missed it now , didn’t you?”
I roll my eyes at her, man she can be so dramatic sometimes. School is more important than bumping my head. “I didn’t expect it to be this severe.”
“Well obviously it’s serious enough for you to be here.” I swear when the nurse side of her kicks in, she can be so impossible.
This guy with dark spiked up hair walks into the room. He has these weird glasses on his face they are somewhat yellow with back frames, but the lenses are see through. He is really tall and lanky and he is dressed in grey scrubs. “Hello, my name is Derek and I am here to take you to the CAT scan.” I nod in agreement as he releases the brakes from the bed; strolling me out the door.
I get nervous as the tech brings me into a large room with white walls and a big machine sitting in the middle. The technician proceeds to tell me that I need to lie completely still and flat on my back while the donut looking thing moves around me. I wish my mom could have come in with me, I am nervous to say the least. Did I mention I hate being in confined spaces, so yea this is going to suck?
“What the hell?” I mutter in shock, the machine starts talking to me and at first; it scares me because I was not expecting to have a conversation with a machine. But I do as it instructs me, “Lay still and take deep breaths.” I repeat this series about 10 times before the technician comes aloud on the speaker and tells me the test is complete. Thank goodness, I mean you just never know; that machine could have sucked my brains out.
Mom is waiting for me outside the door. She escorts us back to the emergency room. Damon is in the chair with his head between his knees. He appears lost in thought. He senses our arrival and glances our way with a worried expression. I smile at him and he nods to me. “Damon, you can go home, you don’t have to stay.”
Looking at me absurdly, “I’m not going anywhere until I know you are okay.”
Trying to relieve his guilt I calmly reply, “I'm fine. My parents are here with me so I understand if you’re bored and you want to go.”
Damon takes my hand, “Baby, I wouldn’t leave you at a time like this.”
“Awe, you are such a sweet heart!” How could I possibly turn him away with that?
We are watching TV; waiting impatiently for my dad to come back with the results. It is so early that there is nothing on the TV so we are watching “The Today Show.” They have a few great tips on makeup, but other than that, it is uninteresting. I look to the door to see if I can catch a glimpse of my dad and I see him headed this way. Anxiously I try to sit up in bed.
Dad enters the room saying, “Everything looks good honey!”
With bright eyes, “Are you sure Dad?”
“Yes honey you will be fine. You didn’t manage to lose your brain out there on the street.”
Glaring at him, “Ha-ha, Dad you are so funny.” Feeling a little tired I ask, “Can I go home now?”
“Well, that depends on Damon.”
Not understanding his response I ask, “Huh, what do you mean?”
“Mom has to start her shift , she has had a nurse covering for her and that nurse has been here all night. I cannot leave until five I have three