“What seems the problem?” The lady seemed annoyed.

“You are.” I said quietly.

“Be nice.” My dad poked my shoulder.


“Please don't waste my time.” She said.

“Um, just tell her what you've been feeling lately.”

“Can we go home?”

“I want you to feel better.” My dad sighed.

“I feel a burning sensation when I walk for too long and the side effects of the medicine are becoming intolerable.” I replied suddenly with almost no thought.

“Are you overworking yourself outside too often? What medicine are you taking?”

“It's something I take for anxiety and panic attacks.” I said reluctantly.

“I'd appreciate answers to everything I ask you.”

I mumbled to myself out of annoyance. She did the same before leaving the room. My father sat beside me and looked a bit upset.

“You're not going to get any better this way.”

“I want to go home.”

“You agreed to come here. I'd rather not leave until they help you. I don't know why you're being so stubborn.”

“And I don't know why you're pushing me to do something you know I clearly am not comfortable with.”

“Because I...” He looked down and his voice trailed off.

“Because why?”

“I can't lose you like I did your mother. What happened to her was an accident and something that couldn't have been prevented. But, if I can somehow prevent myself from losing you, I'd be willing to do so. You do know that, right?”

“I don't need your help.”

“It's obvious you do. Why, you're still out of breath despite us being here for several hours.”

“I'm just tired. There's nothing to it.”

“That's not what you said earlier.”

“It's not a big deal, stop trying to make it one.”

“Okay. Listen, if you just co-operate and let them help you, I'll take you home and leave you be. Alright?”

“You'd have to do that, anyway.” I said bitterly.

“Please?” He looked genuinely concerned when I looked at him.

“Whatever. Just don't let it take too long.”

“Okay, good.” He smiled.

Moments later, the same lady from before came back into the room and asked again what my symptoms were and I told her without much trouble. I obediently answered everything she asked despite all the negative emotions I felt towards her and the overall situation. Before we went home, she'd said that I shouldn't overdose on the medication I'm taking and that I shouldn't wear myself out in cold weather. But, the truth was, it was always cold here and I found that the medication was the only thing that possibly kept my sanity in check. I grew rather miserable just thinking about it. Inside, I took off my coat and went downstairs without another word to my father. I heard him and my step-mother talk upstairs, but I drowned out their voices as focused on something else. My mood lifted a bit when I found that the program I'd been working on was nearly complete. I thought to myself and went back to when I'd first thought of creating such a thing.

The End

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