Walking back and forth outside the examination room she was taken to, I kept thinking of all the possibilities of what could’ve happened to her. Very close to insanity, it was when the doctor came out the room that I reminded myself to breathe normally. ‘Is she alright?’ I asked. ‘She has fever, it might be due to weather change but we can’t be sure until a few more tests are done.’ ‘Then what are you waiting for?’ ‘You need to fill the consent form first.’ He informed. ‘Sure.’ ‘May I ask how you’re related to the patient?’ ‘I’m…’ What do I say? ‘I’m her…friend.’ The doctor’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and then he said, ‘I’m sorry but we need someone who is related to her to sign the form. ‘But’ Before I could argue he said, ‘Don’t waste your time in trying to explain me, just get an

