Beautiful Monster 2(57)

 
“Mmmm?” Really, I didn’t want to get out of bed.
 
“Pack a hospital bag, just in case. Maybe he’ll want to admit you and run some tests.”
 
My heart skipped a beat. “Dad, I can’t miss that many days on Ranger,” I said.
 
He sighed. “Amy….”
 
“I know, I know. I’ll meet you out front.”
 
My heart was beating so fast I could hardly think straight, let alone pack properly. My hands were trembling and I was hyperventilating. I really wished that Liam was here with me.
 
But at the same time, it was better this way. Liam was immortal, and I was clearly not. To put him through such a short relationship that ended in death, even I could see that was cruel. Liam had seen too much death already.
 
The cafeteria was open this early, but I didn’t feel like eating anything. I was pacing my room, doing nothing productive.
 
Eventually, I let myself out of my room and knocked on Sarah’s door. Both she and Connor answered the door, and I envied her. Connor had likely spent the night with her, her Shield powers keeping his transformation at bay. If only that was something I could have given to Liam, maybe we wouldn’t be where we were now. But all I ever was to him was unappetizing.
 
“Hey, what’s up?”
 
I realized she wasn’t wearing very much, and that her door was half open, which made this encounter so much more awkward.
 
“I, uh… I’m not going to be in class today. I have a doctor’s appointment.”
 
Her brow furrowed. “You didn’t have one yesterday?”
 
“Yeah, well, these weren’t here yesterday either,” I replied, and rolled up my sleeve.
 
Sarah’s eyes widened. When we had first met online, I had told her everything about myself, including the diagnosis. She probably knew more about AIDS than I did and spent the first few months Googling and being overly worried. All I had to do was half mention a symptom and Sarah was on top of it, with about five different remedies. She should have been a doctor if acting wasn’t working out for her.
 
Which I sadly realize was probably why she knew to take pennyroyal to induce a miscarriage. If there was a good way to use medicine, then there was also a bad way to use medicine as well.
 
“Call me as soon as you know.” She placed a gentle hand on my arm. “Or do you want me to come with you?”
 
“No, it’s fine. My dad is coming with me.” I shrugged and tried to put on a smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
 
“Yeah.” She nodded. “But call me anyway.”
 
By the time my dad arrived, I was a mess. The ride to the hospital was silent, both of us lost in our thoughts.
 
Dr. Martin didn’t keep us waiting long. After all, he had treated my mother right until the end and he had been my doctor since I was born. I had thought a few times about what I would do if he retired, but now I realized I’d probably be dead before he retired. And that wasn’t a very comforting thought.
 
“Alright, Amy, let me see.” He rolled up my sleeve.
 
He tried to keep his face neutral, but I could tell right away that he was concerned. I could see the slightest changes in people’s emotions, learning to mimic them when I was acting. But right now, I wasn’t too grateful for that skill.
 
“Ok, then. So we’ll run a few tests. You’ve got time today?”
 
I nodded, although I wished that I didn’t.
 
“Hey, I’ve been watching your shows on TV. Congrats on that. I love Sites, and I couldn’t believe it when I saw you. Good for you!”
 
I blushed. “Thanks. Have you seen Ranger?”
 
“Yes, I have, Miss Cassandra Winters,” he said, and held out his clipboard. “Can I have your autograph?”
 
I grinned for the first time all day, and looked to my father, who smiled.
 
“Uh, Dr. Martin, aren’t you supposed to sign this?” I asked, looking at the requisition form.
 
He flipped it to a blank page and held out a pen. Technically, this was supposed to be a show stopping moment in my life. The guys on set had talked about it: the first time someone really asks for your autograph, and I supposed it counted even if it was your doctor. But I wished that it wasn’t in a doctor’s office when I was facing my death square in the face. Because I would remember this moment for the rest of my life, no matter how short it was.
 
I signed my name with a flourish and handed it back to him.
 
“Thanks. I’ll sell this on eBay,” he teased me and then handed me a requisition. “Go on down the hall and get this sorted out. You’ll be alright, Amy, you’re a strong one.”