That’s my girl.
Chapter Fifteen
Whoever invented trial drugs should be shot — or maybe just me. Yeah, forget him, shoot me.
Weston
“When did the nausea start?” David felt my forehead and grimaced. “A few hours ago? Days?”
I pushed his hand away and cursed. “I think the better question would be, when haven’t I felt nauseous? Seriously, I’m all better now, see?” I gave him a wide smile and stood. I had to brace myself against the desk for a few brief moments before I felt like I was solid enough to walk in a straight line.
David stood right along with me. “We have to record these things, Wes. You know that.”
I groaned and made my way to the door. “I know that. It’s been the same for the past six months, and I hate to break it to you but I’m not getting better.”
“That’s a bad attitude and you know it. The doctor said—”
“Screw the doctors!” I hit my fist against the door as my voice wavered with frustration.
I felt David’s heavy sigh. I was used to those. The last year had been filled with them. First my dad’s sigh at learning that the drugs were our last option, my coach’s sigh when I told him I might not be able to finish out the year, and finally the doctor’s sigh, when he said my chances were at fifty percent.
“Look.” My lips felt so damn dry. A side effect from the meds, I licked them and sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Make the damn note. I feel nauseated, my vision is blurred a bit, and I puked this morning.”
Silence, and then I heard scribbling. “Anything else?” David asked.
“Yeah.” I grabbed my keys from the desk. “I’m going out, don’t wait up—”
“But—”
“Please,” I pleaded. “I need normal right now.”
“Fine.” David swore under his breath. “Just keep your cell on and if you feel funny at all you come straight back to the dorm, alright?”
“Yup.” I waltzed out.
I really was a joke of an RA. I’d been in my room all but thirty minutes the second day of classes. I’d wanted the job though. Scratch that, I needed it. Just like I needed a normal minute. The dean about shit himself when my dad went into his office, guns blazing. I’d never been more proud.
Most people probably assumed the worst, that I’d been demoted to an RA position to make up for the previous year.
Truth? I begged for it.
Coach had been pissed, but at least my dad understood. I told him I wanted to help the new kids, show them the ropes, but really it was about my brother. He’d died his freshman year of college, and I wasn’t about to leave this world allowing that to happen to someone else.
Which is why I stopped on Kiersten’s floor.
I wasn’t sure if she’d be back from class yet, but it was worth a shot. I knocked twice on her door and waited.
After some arguing and shuffling, the door opened.
It was Gabe, the cousin, maybe my competition. I wasn’t sure. He gawked at me for a minute and then a grin spread across his features. “Sleep well last night?”
“Better than you.” I smiled.
He nodded. “I believe it.”
“Kiersten?”
“Homework.”