"Do you mind taking your clothes off?"

"It's going to get worse if you keep scratching it."

I groaned, "But it's itching really bad." Sebastian temporarily took his eyes off the road and pulled the scarf from my face, "It's not that bad."

I grabbed the scarf from him, "What do you mean it's not that bad? I look absolutely hideous." He smiled, "Not at all. It's just a few spots, you're still absolutely gorgeous."

A blush rose to my cheeks and I looked away, "Stop making fun of me." He chuckled, "I'm not. I'm just being honest." I stared at his side profile and smiled, "Thank you for taking the time to carry me to the hospital." He smiled, "No worries, I'll always be there for you if you need me."

We travelled in comfortable silence for a while but then something popped into my head. I turned my attention to him, "Did you and Hayley get the chance to go inside the theme park?"

He shook his head.

I looked down, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Dylan warned me you would blame yourself. He told me everything yesterday, I know its not your fault. It's Hayley's fault for leaving the tickets at your home in the first place." He rolled his eyes, "Even though she won't admit it, it's still her fault."

It really was ultimately my fault though, my bad luck always affects the people around me. I don't know what I was thinking, I should've declined the invitation.

"Why didn't the two of you go in without Dylan and I? I wouldn't have mind." His eyes widened, "Go in the theme park and spend the entire day with that she-devil? No thanks, I'd prefer death." I rose my brows, "I thought you and Hayley were friends."

He laughed, "Hayley? Me? Friends? That's hilarious." He turned into the hospital's entrance, "That girl hates everyone even herself. I was genuinely surprised when I found out the both of you were friends."

"Why does she hate everyone?"

He parked the car and took off his seatbelt, "Who knows, that's a question only she can answer. Now enough about her, we need to get you to a doctor right away."

Hayley, there's so much I don't know about her. I looked down as I walked beside Sebastian to the hospital building. She must be so depressed all the time. Sebastian stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Yea just a bit nervous." He ran his hand through his black hair, "I would be too, hopefully it's nothing too serious. They might just give you an injection and maybe a few creams to apply to your skin."

I stopped in my tracks and my eyes widened in panic, "I might get an injection?" Sebastian saw the panic in my eyes and tried his best to change what he just said. He stumbled on his words, "I-I m-mean they might inject you if it's serious." He looked everywhere but at me, "B-But I don't think it's anything serious. Just a few creams should do."

I could tell he was lying but I kept on walking towards the hospital with hope in his lie. It's not that I was afraid of injections, I was absolutely terrified of them. It was because of something that happened when I was in my early teenage years.

There was this doctor that used to live beside us with his sickly wife. She was suffering from anemia and was in great need of blood to stay alive. The hospital did their best to help him but as anemia patients increased the amount of blood to spare for his wife decreased.

Of course, he got angry and started stealing blood bags from the hospital. The hospital found out after a while and didn't call the cops. They knew of his situation and I guess they felt sorry for him and fired him instead.

He did a blood drive in the community but no one turned up to help him except me of course. At 13 years old, I offered him my blood and it turned out that his wife and I had the same blood type.

I was able to donate a single bag of blood which only kept his wife for a few weeks. He came to my house and asked me for one more bag. Again I felt sorry for him and gave him another. A few weeks later he came back for more but my grandmother sent him away and warned him to never return.

One night, I woke up into a strange place strapped to a very uncomfortable bed. When I called out he answered and came towards me with a huge needle connected to a device. He apologized before forcing the needle into my flesh. I started to scream and he wrapped something over my mouth.

He activated the machine and my blood started leaving my body in large amounts. My body felt weak and all I could do was cry about how unlucky I was to be in such a situation. I had no idea about how long I've been there or who saved me but I woke up in the hospital surrounded by Cloey, Grandma and Hannah.

I later found out that it was his wife who saved me. Sadly, I didn't get to thank her and the police didn't get to arrest her husband. She died a few days after and her husband killed himself.

Sebastian held my oven mitt covered hand as he stopped at the hospital door, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and opened the door.

Sebastian sat on a nearby couch as I made my way to the nurse at the reception area. She smiled brightly, "Hello, how may I help you today?" I rolled my eyes and gestured to my face, "Isn't it obvious?"

She signaled to another nurse to take over for her and turned to me with an apologetic smile "I'm so sorry come with me."

Sebastian and I followed behind her to a room. I sat down on the bed and she slipped some gloves on, "Are they only on your face?" I shook my head, "They're everywhere."

"Do you mind taking your clothes off?"

Sebastian got up from the chair he was in, "I'll leave." I grabbed his arm, "No, stay. I need you here." He nodded and sat down.

I slipped off my clothes keeping my underwear on. The nurse examined them closer, "I've never seen a rash like this before, when did they start showing up?"

"This morning."

"What have you drank and eaten this morning?"

"Just a slice of chocolate cake."

"Do they itch?"

I nodded and she jotted something down on her clipboard. "What is your name?"

"Katherine Martinez."

She handed me one of the hospital dresses, "Ok Miss Martinez try not to scratch them. Dr. Gina Henderson will be with you soon."

I tried my best to resist the temptation to scratch my arm but it was easier said than done.