Chapter 2

I slowly open my eyes and the first thing that hits me is the smell of penicillin and antiseptic. Too much antiseptic if I may add.

I hate hospitals so much. I try raising my head, but a shooting pain makes me groan and fall back to the bed. I look around the room and spot my mom sitting beside the window while resting her head on the window pane.

"Mom?"

She is sobbing quietly. Trying not to wake me, I guess.

"Honey, you're awake". Her eyes are all puffy and red. She must have been crying for a while.And for the first time I realize how tired she looks.

"Why are you crying mum?". I fear what she is going to say. I know I have to be really sick for her to be crying like this.

The hospital is unusually quiet. What's up with places and being so quiet these days? I huff, loud enough for my mother to look up at me.

Just as my mom is about to speak; possibly scold me,the doctor walks into the room.

He is definitely too young to be a doctor. And too handsome too. His hair is brown and almost blonde at some sides.

Look at that jawline. Men, I wouldn't mind changing my perception about older men for a piece of cake like this.Those pants..oh my god.How can jeans fit a person so perfectly!

"Miss Claire?." He was staring directly at me now.

I snap out of my mindless wandering and stare at him. I didn't even notice he had glasses on. If it isn't for the fact that the hospital room is dimly lit, he'll probably see me drooling right now.

The doctor is now talking, his lips are moving but I can't hear anything. I try snapping back to reality but all I can hear are

"brain disorder...not likely".

This isn't good. I have shit load of things to do and this man is here talking about me having a freaking brain disroder.I can't have a brain disorder, I'm too young.Young people aren't meant to die.

My mum comes to my side and holds me close to her. She keeps on stroking my cheek and I begin to wonder why, till I realize I'm crying. I hold onto her and let my tears soak through her blouse.

***

Arriving at the house moments later,I find Gabriel and my little brother sitting in the living room watching TV, and for once I am grateful for Gabriel.

My mum had told me how he was worried because I hadn't come down for hours. Normally after throwing a fit, I'm usually down within hours because I'm always hungry,but this time around, I had been in my room nearly six hours.

He proceeded to calling me but I didn't answer,that's when the whole house became panicky and Gabriel just then decided to break my door down.

I quickly make my way to my room before I break down in front of my little brother. I'm his hero and I don't want him to look down on me.

Once in my room, thoughts of what the doctor said come to my mind."she is barely going to live up to a year...it's a strange brain disorder, but we aren't sure yet. We will get more tests done,but the odds aren't in her favour."

Before I realize, I'm a crying mess. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and I know this is it for me. It isn't confirmed yet, but I certainly know I'm really sick.

I just don't want to die. Not yet at least.