Zen POV
As much as I hated going back to the hospital and getting poked over and over again by needles and being constantly checked by the doctors, it's getting a bit irritating.
My mom said that it's for my own good. She's been worried, no doubt.
This is the fourth doctor mom has arranged a consultation from. She said, he's a specialist and should be able to find out what was going on with me.
Again, I wanted to lie to myself. To say I was okay, I am okay. I had to be!
He's a good-looking doctor, about forty-ish, I think. He had dark-brown hair, light-skinned, had sea green eyes and was very tall. They said he's good. He'seven won awards and accreditation from all over the world.
I hope they're right about him being good. I could care less about his achievements.
"How are you feeli
