"Isabella? Isabella?" Huh. So that was what her name is. But more important was what was happening. "Somebody get her to the nurse now!" She was bent over, slumped onto her desk. Her eyes were glazed over and she twitched every few seconds. She looked to be in pain. I quickly offered and lifted her off the desk gently. She shrieked at the pain it probably triggered. I was curious. The whole class was probably curious. I lifted her easily off the ground so her feet wouldn't drag, and started out. I could sense the urgency of the situation, so I moved as quickly as I could. When I stepped into the office, the receptionist gasped and ran ahead of me to get the door and tell the nurse, I'm sure. I could almost tell what she was thinking. Almost like I could feel how Isabella felt. It was that same ocean,. Only now I understood what it is; Pain-Oily, disgusting, sickening pain. It lapped up and drowned her and I could feel her dying, a whole new ocean entirely. One filled with relief and happiness. A brighter one, filled with memories of times and places before this happened. Whatever this was. I couldn't stand not knowing. I laid her onto the cot, then went to stand against the far wall so I wasn't in the way.
"Edward? Edward, dear, can you please go get the pill bottle labeled 'emergency', please. And give me three tablets out of that. Then there's the liquid medicine, labeled the same, A cup of that? Thanks you." I jogged out of the office, amazed at how she could act so calm, like my father, in an emergency. When I came back, I realized that might just be where she was going. Or where my father was coming. The nurse didn't notice me yet, so I stood back for a couple seconds, as long as I thought was safe. "-too late to take her now. It will spread if we do that. We're lucky your son got here before it got bad enough that it would spread."
"Here," I said, and handed her the pills. She seemed startled; she hadn't heard me come in. My curiosity was an alive thing now; twisting and writhing and trying to find its way out. But I repressed it, knowing that she probably didn't want other people to know about this. The nurse and receptionist left the room to check our first period class. I didn't understand any of it. The only thing I'd understood from the nurse was her asking me to watch Isabella.
I took the nurses seat while I waited. I heard something muffled. What was that? I heard the noise again, more prominent this time. It was a moan. Coming from Isabella. I couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing. She moaned again and her eyes fluttered. Good, then.
"Where's my meds?" She asked in a cracked voice.
"Right here, Isabella." Her eyes snapped open.
"It's Bella," she hissed, "What did they tell you?"
"Nothing! I swear."
"oh," She went slack again and took the medicine from me.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," she sounded evasive.
"I wouldn't call someone from the hospital having to come nothing," I said.
"I said nothing because I don't want to tell you. You don't need to know, although I do thank you for bringing me here." She obviously wasn't the groggy type.
"You're welcome," I said.
"Do you have any water?"
"I could get some."
"Thanks," She sighed. She sounded exhausted. I don't think I could have blamed her.
I swore to myself I was going to do at least a thousand words. I broke my promise, I know, but that's what you guys are for. You all have to yell at me for not getting a thousand words.