Chapter 44

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I didn't have the best track record with doctors in general. They rarely had good things to tell me.

            I hadn't been feeling particularly bad lately, but that didn't mean everything would be alright.

            With my luck, it could mean that things were actually worse.

            I didn't trust myself, or my head.

            I was sitting in the waiting area of my doctor's office. Mom was sitting beside me, with pages from her manuscript she needed to proof read.

            Once again, I felt like a shit son, monopolizing her time, making her wait for me here. I tried to remind myself that she had actually been the one asking me to come here, and I hadn't forced her to do anything, but it was difficult to get rid of feelings you were accustomed to have.

            I hated bothering literally everyone with my problems.

            Something to talk about more in dept with my other doctor.

            I was really here collecting doctor's like Pokemon.

            As I waited, I checked my phone. I had a text by Tyler.

            I'm leaving for two days with my Dad. The gross, gross sister will be all alone. I hope for your sake you'll use this opportunity wisely. 

Seconds later he sent me, But I do want to remind you.

With that text he sent me a short video of his sister lying on the couch balancing a bowl of popcorn and a glass of what I assumed was Pepsi on her stomach and then moving just the perfect way to knock everything down on herself.

I laughed alone at the video, grateful for the two Graysons. Tyler had no idea how much I needed something ridiculous like that. Did this happen today? I replied.

Nah. I keep a wide variety of compromising videos and pictures of her to one day destroy her. He texted me back.

Yeah, you and Josh are definitely the same breed.

So, clearly, you have a type. And he sent me a close-up selfie of his face while he was making a very prominent double chin.

Thanks for the laugh. And don't worry, I'll make sure your gross gross sister will be okay without you I sent him.

He wasn't saying it, but I assumed this was less about me hanging out with the girl I liked, and more about him worrying for his big sister all alone.

Their little unit seemed pretty close. They must not be often apart.

That's good, you're learning. I'm training you well. Tyler answered.

Before I could answer anything else I was called into the doctor's office.

We did the usual simple tests to check my balance and my reflexes, and speech and memory were all fine and unaffected by my damaged brain. The sucky part was the MRI and getting gadolinium through an IV, but it wasn't my first rodeo, so everything went as smoothly as it could.

My mom looked worried throughout the whole process though.

It couldn't be easy to see you son having to pass through tests like that so often to make sure he wouldn't drop dead suddenly.

Once again I couldn't help feeling bad for my parents, to have ended up with a son like me.

And once again I reminded myself that I'd have to have a talk with Doctor Boseman about that.

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