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from Don't Let Go by Karla Martinez

Copyright © 2019 Karla Martinez


It was a Saturday and apparently, Doctor Jackson had his days off which was kind of surprising to me. I had never had checkups with other doctors. I actually thought he never left the hospital, ever. But now I was being examined by Doctor Smith. A young man with gentle hazel eyes. Almost like my dad's. A very handsome face, but tired. Worn out by the stress and the sleepless nights.

"I see you're not happy to be here." Dr. Smith commented while examining my pulse and checking my heart.

He waited and analyzed my chest, his eyes narrowed here and there which made me more curious and scared. After finally clearing things out with Yael, my pulse, my heart, my energy, and my soul were all drained.

"It's all right," I answered as he pressured my arm, without complaining. Curiously looking into my nostrils.

"It was an accident," I explained without even trying to smile anymore.

"When I heard from Dr. Jackson I had to examine you, I was kind of worried," he confessed while checking the rhythm of my heart again.

"I thought you would look fragile. Maybe in a wheelchair," he said turning to his chart and meditate on something he didn't say out loud.

"When I checked your files, I saw you've been very energetic, lately. Maybe too energetic." Dr. Smith said focusing in my lungs now. I didn't respond, trying to concentrate on my breathing. It was always a struggle to get some signals at all. There was no place in my body that didn't hurt anymore.

"It might not be a good idea to take it easy." he took his time checking over and over my heart beat to compared it with the history. My heart sped up for a quick second. Obviously, he would think I knew of my condition. It was my life, so there was no need to hide it, but my parents didn't think like that.

"You should take it easy a little if you want to live longer." Dr. Smith suggested with a tender tone, his eyes narrowing at the sound of my heart.

The truth reality hit me slowly. It didn't matter what I wanted to do, or what medications I took. It would only make things slow down, but lately, the stress had been making it quicker and ...

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