Chapter 18 - The Hospital

Just then a huge monster Jeep came flying round the corner, and stopped just beside me.

“Hop in!” Zach shouted through the window.

“Very funny!” I giggled, and tried to get up (I know, I giggled, something I hadn’t done for what seemed like years, though it was only a week).

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.” He said, and climbed out of the truck. He came over to where I was sitting, well, sprawled, and scooped me up without any effort. He carried me to the truck, and was delaying with the strapping me in business, even though I was perfectly capable of strapping myself in.


He drove me to the hospital, and told me to stay in the Jeep, but I didn’t think anything of it, so I waited, and waited, and waited.

Finally he came back, after half an hour, and told me that we can’t go to this hospital.

“Why? Is there something wrong?” I asked, as I needed to get him to think it so that I would know.

“No, I don’t think your leg is that hurt, so we’ll just go to the village surgery.” He bluffed, but what he was really thinking was: ‘why did they have to come here? She’ll never be safe with them around. Dr. McIvor left and now they all come to have a smell. I have to take matters into my own hands.’


“I should probably let you know that you lied to me just then.” I said to him.

“It’s nothing really.” He said, with only half a smile.

“Right, being sniffed out by others of their ‘family’ isn’t a big deal then?” I said sarcastically.

“How did you know –“ He started before I cut him off.

“I am a lot more informed that you knew. And besides, I get ‘feelings’ what somebody is thinking.” I said.

“You know about the parasites?” He asked.

“Don’t. Call. Them. That.” I said through gritted teeth.

“You knew? How?” He asked.

“Some people don’t keep secrets from me.” I accused, with a bitter edge to my voice.

“Is that why he left?” He asked, his tone equally as bitter as mine.

“He left because he didn’t love me anymore.” I said.

“Is that what he told you?” Zach asked, amused.

“Yes, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to have somebody see to my leg.” I said, and opened the door.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go in there!” He shouted after me.

“I don’t care!” I shouted over my shoulder.


I hobbled into the hospital, and they said that a doctor would be with me in five minutes. That’s when I saw them; violet coloured eyes, skin as pale as snow, and as delicate as a cobweb. There were two of them, and as soon as I sat down, their nostrils flared. I knew that they wouldn’t dare attack me in the crowded hospital if they didn’t want to expose their secret, but what if they didn’t care?

When Zach came to sit next to me in the waiting room, it was only then that I realised that I was hyperventilating.


“Can I get you anything? A paper bag? A nurse?” Said a lady with dark hair that I had spoken to at the reception desk.

“She’ll be fine.” Zach answered for me.

I managed to calm down enough to see the doctor, and follow him through to the examining room. Zach followed me.

“Go away.” I hissed, through my teeth.

“Why? I’m just as scared as you are.” He whispered.

“I’m not scared.” I said, and knew that I sounded like a stubborn little child having a tantrum.

“Then why the heavy breathing?” He asked, sarcastically.

“My leg was hurting.” I replied, and it wasn’t even a lie.


Just then, the doctor stopped and held the door open for me and Zach.

“Do you want to just hop up there for me?” The doctor asked, and Zach chuckled. Zach lifted me up with no struggle, and the doctor asked him to leave the room for a minute.

He took an x-ray and came back in shaking his head, whilst looking at the x-ray.

“What exactly happened?” The doctor asked when Zach had left.

“Why?” I asked him.

“It looks like you have been physically abused.” He said.

“I fell.” I said. “Even ask Zach.”

“I will certainly ask him.” He said, and went outside to talk to Zach.


He came back in, but Zach was still outside, and he was chuckling to himself slightly.

“What?!” I asked, getting annoyed.

“You were building a tree house?” He mused.

“Yeah, my Dad did once with me when I was a lot younger.” I said.

“Aren’t you a little too old for tree houses?” He asked, more serious now.

“No.” I replied, agitated.

“Zach seems to think that you have some slight mental health problems.” The doctor informed me.

“Are you a doctor or a psychiatrist?!” I asked, very frustrated.

“I am a doctor, but I think that I should send you to see a specialist.” He said.

“There’s nothing wrong with my head! Would you kindly sort my leg out so I can get out of here?” I asked, with a sour edge to my voice.

“Right, it’s definitely broken, as you can see from the fissure here.” He said, pointing to the light board where my x-ray was pinned up.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking that just having a cast would sort it out, unless you want a pin in it and a leg brace on that is.” He said.

“My Mum will have a fit as it is. Just a cast will be fine.” I said.

“I’ll do it now for you, if you want.” He said.

The End

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