Fly Away- Chapter One

Chapter One

I reeled over the toilet bowl again. Violently heaving up the rest of what lies in my stomach. My head throbbed harder with the migraine. It felt like my brain was in a blender set to “World War Four”.

The nurse put her hand soothingly on my back.

“It's okay sweetie. It'll be okay.” She whispered, crouched next to me. Her other hand held my black knot of hair away from my face. I coughed. The stench burning my nose. I groaned; leaning against the cool baby blue walls. The nurse gazed into my eyes, I couldn't see her really. A blur of peach and yellow. She pressed a Dixie cup to my lips, I drank the liquid. It supposed to keep the nausea at bay but I seemed to do nothing.

Three people have the same thing I do. Three people somewhere in the U.S.. None of the doctors or specialists here in Michigan know what is wrong with me. So I assume its the same with those other people.

The nurse looked at me again, slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Come on Hellen, we need to get you up and into your bed.” She bent down to help me up. Her hands slid under my arms and-

“EEEEEAHHH!” I screamed piercingly loud. The pain shot through me, pulsating from her touch to my arms through my body. I jerked and screamed. Frightened by the sudden pain. It wasn't stopping. My head spun. My body thrashed as my hands raked at my arms. Get it off. Get it off. Make it stop! The small bathroom rang with my scream.

Through my blurred tearing eyes I saw the nurse pressed against the wall with her ears covered. Then she realized I was hurt so she quickly grabbed the string next to the light switch.

I bit my lips to stop my screaming. Hot, angry tears streamed from my rolling eyes as I finally stopped moving. Limp on the floor three more nurses filled into the small bathroom, one gripping a clip board.

“What happened Beth?” He exclaimed, looking at me.

“She vomited,” Beth began, “It was much worse this time, I spotted blood. When I went to lift her up and help her to bed she screamed. I think it hurt her.”

The male nurse wrote tings on his pad, nodding along. I gathered my strength and helped myself off the floor. I used the cold sink top to stabilize myself. One of the nurses tried to help me but I gave her a sharp stare. Even with blurred vision I could see she got the point and instead ushered me to my bed without touching me. The pain from Beth was a stinging tingle; like when your foot falls asleep but it pricks you.

The doctor came no later than five minuted after my screams to check on me. Dr.M as he asked me to call him- would usually check on me before I went to sleep but he had to see what happened when Beth touched me.

Dr.M touched my hot forehead. Tears sprang into my eyes as I took a sharp breath in. the same searing pain pulsed through my body. Emanating from my head this time.

“Interesting.” Dr.M wrote whatever in his booklet. “How're you feeling Hellen?” He glanced down at my fragile state with his emotionless blue eyes.

“Like. Crap.” I spat at him.

Dr.M's eyebrows rose as he wrote in his booklet once more.

“Same response everyday, huh?” He chuckled. “Not surprised,” He added. I grunted and turned to look out my floor-to-ceiling window. A bird flew by.

“I'm going to take another blood sample, so I need your arm.”

My head swerved in time to see the brute reaching for my arm.

“STOP!” I screeched in panic. I quickly moved my arm. “Don't. Touch. Me!” I rasped. Dr.M kept moving towards my arm. His fingers grasped my arm as he put this alcohol soaked cotton ball on my arm and rubbed.

It was the alcohol that burned more than the pressure from his cold fingers. Again I bit my lip. Dr.M Then took the needle and put it in my arm. I gasped in surprise and agony as he drew the blood. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the deep red of my blood.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Dr.M cooed. I glared at him. He finally shifted his eyes to his booklet, writing more things down.

“Ah. Well I have other duties to attend to.” He said putting the needle in a plastic baggie. Ad he walked out I held my arm where he had poked me.