Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*

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8. Diabetes

“Marie, I think I need to skip school tomorrow,” I admitted later that night. Marie was sitting in the recliner in the corner of the living room, working on what looked like a word search book. She looked up. sitting the book down on her lap.
 

“What makes you say that?” she asked, generally curious.


“I feel like I’ve got something seriously wrong with me,” I replied. “It’s been bad. The dizzy spells. I’ve been shaking all over. And I snapped at Harry tonight for him asking a simple question! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”


She put the book aside and came over to me. She places a hand on my forehead. “Well, you’re not running a fever. Go get an ice cream bar from the freezer, then go to bed. Sleep on it. If you still feel that way tomorrow, you’ll stay home. BUT, if you stay home, you can’t go to Harry’s. You need to get well,”


I nodded my head, heading off to get what I needed.

 

***


When I woke up the next morning, I felt….sick.


Not the kind of sick like when you’re puking and have a fever. But the kind of sick when you know something is wrong, but you don’t look sick, and you feel like people won’t believe it when you are. I walked down the stairs and ate some food, hoping that it would subside.


It didn’t.


Marie came tromping down the stairs, and apparently I looked terrible. “We’ve got to get you to a doctor,” she said. “Put your shoes on. We’re leaving in twenty minutes,”


I finished my bagel and threw my shoes on. Maybe I should text Harry, but then again, he doesn’t need to know what’s going on right now. This is about me, not him. 


When I got to the doctor’s office, the doctor my mother went to surprised me.


“What kind of name is Niall?”


“A very special one!” he boomed, swinging the door wide. “Hello, I’m Dr. Horan, and you must be…” He flipped through his papers.


“I’m your first patient of the day,” I pointed out, laughing.


“It looks professional,” he said. “Ah! Yes, Cassidy Maycomb,” He flipped the papers back and tossed the clipboard to the counter. “What seems to be the issue?”


I told him everything that had been happening the past few weeks, and he came to a solution quickly. I asked a phlebotomist to come in and draw some blood from me, while he stood watching. The girl came in, wearing pink scrubs, and fidgeted.


She must have been a med student.


Before I could protest to having an inexperienced person waving a needle around and jabbing me with it, she had my arm wrapped tight, and the blood half drawn. Wow, she puts on a whole new persona whenever she’s working on someone.


“Thank you, Sasha,” Dr. Horan said. “She’s the best I have. I love watching her work,” I raised an eyebrow in question, which he noticed. “No! Not like that. Just that she works fast and gracefully, for such a socially awkward girl,”


This made me laugh. I then noticed something up with his smile. “Dr.Horan, can you smile for me?”


He smiled wide. My suspicions had been proven correct.


“You’re a vampire,” I stated softly.


He nodded. “I’m not gonna take your blood or anything like that. You know Harry Styles?”


I nodded. “It seems like everyone does these days,”


He laughed. “He and I live near each other. He’s the one who got me into wanting to be a doctor,”


“Huh,” I stared at the wall. “That’s interesting,”


When the tests came back, he looked over them. “It seems like you’ve got a form of diabetes,”


I was shocked. “Diabetes?”


“Yeah,” He closed the folder and handed it to me. “Here’s a bunch of information you need to know on how to take care of yourself. Also, my number is in there. If at any moment you have an emergency please don’t hesitate to call. I’ll have a tag for you to wear in a couple of days,” He stood up, and I followed suit. We shook hands, and he opened the door. “Please come back in a couple of days to pick it up, will you?”


“Okay,” I went back out to Marie. “Well that explains it a little,”


“What is it?”


I handed her the folder. “Diabetes. I’ve got some form of it. He’s suppose to get me a dog tag for it,”


“Good,”


We went out to the car, and I called Harry.


“Hey,” he answered.


“Hey,”


“How come you aren’t at school?” he asked innocently.


“I went to the doctor,”


“Dr. Horan?”


“Yeah. He’s a great doctor,”


“I know,”


We sat in silence on the phone, until Marie pulled up to the house. It wasn’t a long drive. 


“So…..is coming to my house today out of the question?”


“Totally,” I said. “Marie wants me to rest,”


“Can I come over then?”


I looked over at Marie. “Harry wants to know if he can come over,”


“What time?” she asked.


“In a bit, I guess,” Harry answered. “Sorry, I could hear her,”


I laughed. “He says in a bit. Is that okay?”


She sighed. “I guess. Just don’t be too rowdy. I’m still warming up to him,”


“Sweet,” Harry said. “I’ll be over in a bit. Bye, Cass,”


“Bye Harry,” I hung up, opening the front door. I looked through the information before grabbing an apple and shuffling up the stairs. We’d already established that Harry could walk in when he wanted, so when he rang the door bell no one answered. After a few minutes I heard footsteps in the hall.


“I forgot that you guys let me walk in whenever,” he admitted.


“Please tell me you brought food,”


He held up his hands. “Sorry, Cass. If I knew to bring some then I would have,”


I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter,”


He took a seat beside me on the bed. “So what’s up with you and Dr. Horan?”


“Diabetes,” I stated simply, looking over the folder.


“So you’re blood’s not as sweet?” he guessed, taking a page and looking over it.


“It depends,” I said. “Look, it says that it can fluctuate to dangerously high or low levels,” I closed the book. “I’ve got to be careful. Especially around you know who,”


He nodded. “I told myself that you would be the one who needed looking out for,” Before I could protest, he continued. “Not all the time, because I know you can take care of yourself,”


I nodded. “I still like you there, though,”


His expression lifted. “You like my presence? It’s not at all creepy?”


I laughed. “You’re a cool cat. You’re there to take care of me when I need it. And, when you’re not, you make sure someone is,”


“Oh hey, by the way, what did you think of Damien and Liam?” he asked.


I stroked my chin. “Liam is definitely a sweet heart. He’s adorable and very caring. I can see why he’s your friend. You’re really caring as well. As for Damien,” I paused. “He’s something else. I can’t quite pinpoint it. It’s like when they are together they are always in a game of good cop/bad cop,”


Harry laughed. “That’s why they’re friends. They balance each other out,”


“Where do you fit in?”


“I’m both,”


I looked at him funny. “You don’t seem like a Damien,”


“You haven’t known me long enough,” he looked down at his hands, which were folded over, his right thumb over his left. 


“Is there something I should know?” I asked.


He shook his head. “Like I said on the first day, you have to find things out on your own,”


I threw my arms up in frustration. “What are you hiding?! Have you murdered someone?” He said nothing. 


That’s when the realization hit me.


He really has.

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