Stella
“A new medication? Is that wise for her to go on?” Adrian asks, looking at the doctor while he scribbles new notes into a fresh notebook he bought from the store.
I sit beside him in the seat, feeling weary from that day’s appointment. My doctor wanted me to come in and do some bloodwork and lab tests since I was showing signs of getting worse rather than better.
Turns out, my white blood cell count is way too high for comfort. A simple medication will help combat this and prevent any diseases or cancer from attacking my body.
“It is a precaution for anything that may happen to her,” the doctor states, ripping off the prescription from his notepad. He passes it off to Adrian, a habit that is new to all of us.
“Thank you, Doctor Zayne,” I smile at him and push up from my chai
