"I need to see her."

I ran my hands down my face in disbelief.

The red spots on my arms and legs were much worse on my face. They took up majority of it and was itching like crazy.

I need to get to the hospital. I stopped myself from heading out the door, "I can't go out like this." I shivered at the thought of the multiple stares I'd get the second I walk into the public space.

I ran to Grandma's room in search of a scarf. I scrunched up my nose, "It smells like old lady in here." I started going through Grandma's draws. I picked up an obviously used box of condoms. Why does she have these?

Isn't she too old for sex?

I searched another drawer and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a purple scarf at the bottom of the drawer. Under the scarf was a photo frame laid face down, before I could take it up a phone started ringing.

I furrowed my brows and looked around the room. I rolled my eyes as I saw Grandma's Samsung phone on the bed. I bought her the phone and she never uses it or takes it with her. I accepted the call and a man started pleading the minute I answered the phone, "Katherine please, I need to see her. Why are you keeping her away from me?"

I removed the phone from my ear and looked at the caller ID.

Who the hell is this?

I returned the phone to my ear and he continued begging to see someone. I was starting to get annoyed, "Who is this?" Silence was heard on the other end of the line for a few seconds before he hung up. I stared confusingly at the phone, "What the hell?"

He knew Grandma's name, I need to call him back. I'd ask her about it later but I'm not supposed to be in here at all. Grandma's room was always off limits ever since I was a child. I never paid much attention to it but now things are starting to get suspicious, very very suspicious.

I re-dialed the number and pressed the phone to my ear just to be greeted by an automated message, "I'm sorry but the number you have dialed does not exist." What? That doesn't make any sense, he literally just called this phone a few seconds ago.

I tried again multiple times just to be greeted by the same message.

My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. It was getting worse, I barely looked like myself under all the spots. I'll worry about him later, I need to fix whatever this is.

I stood in front of Grandma's standing mirror and carefully wrapped the purple scarf around my head. I covered my entire face except my eyes, nostrils and mouth. I was hoping to look like a ninja but unfortunately somehow I looked a mummy.

I looked at my arms and legs that were now covered with spots, "I need to cover these up too."

I frowned as I stared at my naked body in the mirror. They were everywhere, literally everywhere. There were even more of them on my boobs than anywhere else on my body. I held my boobs, "Why are there so many on them? These spots must be perverted."

I put on fresh underwear and pulled on a long-sleeved, turtleneck navy blue blouse and my white sweatpants. I slipped on a pair of black socks and went to the mirror.

I looked like a homeless mad woman. I'd get even more stares dressed like this.

I returned to Grandma's room for her phone and dialed Cloey's number. It was the only number I knew from my mind. The phone rang for a very long time before it went to voicemail. I tried reaching her a few more times but it was the same.

I sighed and plopped down on Grandma's neatly spread bed. I quickly got up and tried my best to get the ruffles out of the sheet. She cannot find out I was in here.

I paced the room trying to come up with a plan to reach the hospital without being seen. My eyes widened and a smile rose to my lips, "I still have his card!" I ran to my room and started searching through my bag.

Please still be there.

I grinned as I held up Sebastian's card, I am saved.

I dialed the number into the phone, it rang for a short while before he picked up. "Katie?" I released a sigh of relief upon hearing his voice, "Sebastian, I need your help."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll explain it to you when you get here. Where are you?"

"I'm on my way to you actually. Dylan asked me to give you something."

It must be the phone, "Ok, hurry!"

"I'm at the door."

I hung up the phone and ran to the door. He's pretty fast, he must've already been close. I opened the door and quickly pulled him in. He chuckled while looking me up and down, "What's with the outfit?"

I rolled up my blouse sleeves, "These are all over my body." His eyes widened, "Shit, we need to get you to a doctor. Are you in any pain?" I shook my head as I scratched the arm, "They're a just a bit itchy."

"You're probably having an allergic reaction to something but even if its a rash, I've never seen a rash that looks like this before." He held my arm and pulled me into the kitchen. He gave me two oven mitts, "It might be contagious so wear these." I nodded and slipped them on.

He then furrowed his eyebrows. I tilted my head, "What is it?"

He sniffed the air, "Do you smell something burning?"

"Oh shit!"

I quickly ran over to the oven and took out what was supposed to be a beautiful chocolate cake. Sebastian stood beside me looking at the flat, black thing in the pan, "What is that?"

I sighed, "The cake I was baking for my grandmother."

I walked passed him to the living room, "Let's go, this itching is starting to get unbearable."