I walk out of the bathroom, naked, soaked and dripping.
I start to walk to my room to get clothes.
"Natalie." Spencer says.
I turn around.
He doesn't glance at my naked body once. "We need to talk."
I gulp.
Whenever I hear the phrase "We need to talk," I instantly think I'm in trouble.
"Okay..." I trail off, and then turn around and walk into my bedroom.
"First of all, our ass look extremely nice and it's very distracting." He says. I smile softly. "Next, what's wrong? I know you had a bad day, but I didn't do anything, but you're mad at me or something."
I sigh and grab a white thong and pull it on.
"I'm not mad at you, Spencer." I say as I ruffle around my drawer for a shirt. "I've just..." I pause. "I've really missed you. I mean, we're engaged. I've texted you and called you since Christmas and you haven't even answered me. I even dropped by once, and you weren't home. If we're going to work out, we can't go days without talking." I pull on one of his shirts.
"Wait." He pauses. "Are you having doubts about us?"
"No." I say. "I'm not." I pull on black sweatpants. "I'm not, Spencer. I just miss you, that's all."
"Okay, let's make a rule." He says.
"Hit me with it." I say.
"We have to see each other every day. No matter what we're doing or who we're with, we have to."
"Okay." I nod, agreeing.
****
It's New Year's Eve.
I made a doctor's appointment because I haven't been feeling too well. I've been getting sick easily, too, and a lot of bloody noses and a shortness of breath, too.
I call Spencer.
"Hey baby." He says.
"Hey. I have a checkup."
"Okay." he says.
"Alright, I gotta go. I love you. I'll see you later."
"Okay. I love you too."
I hang up and grab my bag. I'm on my way out of my work in a black tight skirt and a pink blouse. My hair is in a neat bun. I drive to my doctor's appointment.
After an hour wait, I get to go in with the nurse and get my blood pressure and everything taken, and then the doctor comes in.
"Sorry about the wait." He says.
"Oh, its fine. I'm sorry you have to work on New Years."
He shrugs. "I don't have much family anyways. What brings you in today?"
"Well, I've been getting really sick really easily lately, I've been getting nosebleeds, short of breath, tired." I frown. "Also, I bruise easily."
An undetectable light shines in his eyes, and he begins to check the normal. I have a fever, also.
He checks my reflexes, too.
"Alright." He says. "Let's just take some blood. I have no idea what's going on."
"Alright." I agree.
He gets the nurse and she takes my blood while I squeeze the ball.
"How did you do your hair like that?" she asks, eying my neat bun.
