Willow — Chapter 4 — The Nurse’s Office

As soon as the door to Room 203 closed firmly, I asked why Mrs. Perel needed us. Considering she was the nurse-in-training, I didn’t really want her answer. What if they knew Tiana was sick? I didn’t let myself think of how easily we could be torn apart.

“Willow,” Mrs. Perel interrupted my thoughts, “Your sister, Tia, as I will refer to her, has asked for you to be brought to her immediately or ‘ASAP’ as she said. Children these days and all their silly abbreviations…” Her voice trailed off.

“Um, miss?”

I nearly jumped into the air. During the fear I felt, I nearly forgot Lin was here with me and Mrs. Perel.

“Yes, Lin?”

“Why am I here? I doubt Tia wanted me.”

I almost asked Lin why anyone wouldn’t want to spend time with her, but I held my tongue as Mrs. Perel answered.

“Tia was brought in with Mark. He wanted to speak with you, and he told us we could find you in Room 203 with Willow.”

After a few minutes, I asked, “Miss? Where are we going?”

Mrs. Perel looked surprised. “Didn’t I tell you? We are heading to the nurse’s office.”

My heart stopped. “The…nurse’s office?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Is there something wrong with that?” She stared at me.

“No,” I answered quickly as we walked down the hall.

Conversation was sparse until we came to the big door of the nurse’s office. I stopped and stared. Then, Mrs. Perel opened. the door.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Tianna sitting up and talking to Mark. They both looked up. Tia stood up immediately. She walked over to me, pushing Mark ahead of her.

“Lin, we need to talk,” said Mark.

The went into a side room and shut the door tightly.

“Tianna,” I said, “What’s wrong?”

She looked at Mrs. Perel, “Can we talk in private?”

She nodded and stepped into the hall.

“I don’t know,” Tianna said. “I just felt sick, and I didn’t know what to do. Mark found me and helped me get here.”

“Tia, how did you feel?”

“I just felt sick all of a sudden…like I couldn’t walk.”

“Okay, can we talk more later?” I asked.

“Yeah, let’s get some lunch.”

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