Chapter Three

It was nine o'clock, and I had convinced my parents to go home and get some sleep. I was fine and will be fine till morning. I hope. I was focused on the moving branches outside my window. The wind was blowing so hard and the branches were moving, in sort of, rhythmic beat. You see, when you are bored, you try and find some amusement, even, if it was as boring as, the moving tree outside.

''How do you feel, Jessica?'' I heard a deep voice on my right side and moved my head in that direction.

''Um, hi. I didn't hear you come in.''

The sight before me was something way better, than the view outside. The man, or boy, I couldn't quite figure it out, but I could see how gorgeous he was, was standing next to me, in a white coat. With, his sandy curly hair and blue eyes, he looked more of an intern, then a doctor.

''Yes, I tend to sneak up on my patients. I use the 'surprise factor' to check up on their vital signs. I find this 21st century technology way too confusing,'' he cheekily smiled.

That made me laugh. Cute and great sense of humor. That reminded me of someone. My boyfriend Michael. Where was he, by the way? Why wasn't he here?

''Yes, well, as you can see, I'm alive, still. Are you my doctor?''

''Yes, Zachary Sanders, at your service," he smiled again, and continued looking at some papers, I assumed were my diagnosis. His face gave away no emotion. He looked through it, for a minute or two, then placed it down, 'So, back to my first question, how are you feeling?''

I sighed. I was tired of people asking me how I felt. But he was different. He had this positive energy around him, and I felt relaxed around him.

''Good, I guess. A little dizzy, and I have a slight headache, and yes, I know, it's perfectly normal,'' I stopped him from telling me that. I had been in hospitals for a big part of my life. I knew what they are going to say, and I knew it by heart, now.

''Have you eaten?''

''Yes,'��� I said in disappointment.

He smiled, ''I'm guessing we have another hater, when it comes to our food.''

''I mean, have you tried the food?'' I argued.

''Yes, and I love it,'' he said, grinning like a little boy.

''Well, you are the only one, then.''

He took a few steps, and approached me, standing an inch from me. ''How is your memory?''

''Um, ok, I guess,'' his closeness was making me nervous, ''Aren't you a bit too young to be a doctor?''

''I'm 29, call me a prodigy child,'' he was a cocky little one.

''You look more like 12,'' I said, making him laugh, then I informed him of my decision, '' I want out.''

''I'll call a nurse to wheel you out for some fresh….''

"No,'' I interrupted him, "I want to leave. I don't want to spend the rest of, whatever I have left, in here?"

"Don't talk like that," he got serious.

"Don't patronize me. I'm not stupid, and this isn't my first time going through this."

I mean, seriously, he is a doctor, he knows how these things go. I didn't need someone to lie to me, I needed honesty. Honesty is the best policy, right?

"If this is what you really want, then I will do it. I'll have to go through some more paperwork, but your test results are good, so I guess we can release you. I will schedule all the treatments you need to attend to,'' he stood up and left the room with, "Get some rest."

Good. I have so many plans, and I hope that I will be able to do them all. So many things to do. And, in a couple of days, a new life starts for me. Short as it may be, but I will be damned if I don't make it a worth one.