Sheldon 6
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June 6, 2008. 3:30 PM
I was still recovering from my little episode a month ago, but I was back in school and was finally better. Sheldon was good, and just as he promised, came to visit me when we got home. I was getting really good grades in school, my parents were finally going back to their old habits. It was a pretty nice life.
"Hey." I had called Sheldon and he was calling me back.
"Hey. Um, can you give me a ride to school? Give me like 5 minutes, though." I had to do something with my hair still.
"All right. Just come out when you’re ready." he said.
"What?! You’re already here?" I yelled.
"Yeah, I didn’t want you to walk to school cause it’s cold outside, so I thought I’d surprise you." he said. He’s been like this lately. He’s starting to act like my parents. He was my boyfriend, not my doctor!
"Oh, okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes." I hung up, put my phone in my pocket and started to brush my hair. I touched up on the straightening job that I had given it last night, and walked out the front door with my book bag.
I slid into the car next to Sheldon. "You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, fine. Come on, let’s get to school. I don’t want to be late."
He backed out the driveway and drove to school.
"Is something bothering you, Clair? You seem kind of ‘off’ this morning." he commented.
"Thanks for noticing. But I’m fine." I smiled.
"Okay." he said, pulling into his parking space that had been his for over 2 years.
"I gotta go to Math." I said, getting out of the car. "I’ll see you at lunch, okay?"
"Yeah. See you then." I left him sitting in his car and hurried to math. I had wanted to talk to my teacher about going to the nurse and laying down. I was starting to feel kind of dizzy.
He excused me with no questions, and I was laying down in a dark room before the bell rang.
"Clair? Sweetheart? The bell just rang for second block to start. Don’t you wanna go back to class?" The nurse spoke, waking me up.
I sat up and smiled. "Yeah, I feel a lot better. Thanks. Can I have a pass?"
"Sure, honey. Let me get you one. Where you going?"
"I’m in Health right now." I said.
"Great. Here you go." she handed me the pass.
I was starting my walk from the very front of the building to the very back when I ran into Sheldon.
"Sheldon! Why aren’t you in class?" I asked.
"I lied and said I had a stomachache to come down to the nurse and check up on you. When you didn’t come out of Math, I thought something had happened and I got worried." he explained.
"I’m fine, but Sheldon, this has gotta stop." I said.
"What has gotta stop? Babe, I’m just worried about you, that’s all."
"That’s great, but you’re kind of acting like my doctor, you know? I mean, it’s great that you care, but you’re over-doing it just by a little bit."
"I get it. I get it. I’m so sorry, Clair. I had not idea what I was doing. Please forgive me."
"Don’t I always?" I smiled, kissing him.
* * *
July 11, 2008. 3:30 PM
When I woke up, my mom and dad were sitting on the chair that was next to my bed.
"Is Sheldon back yet?" I asked. He called me last night and told me that he was spending the night, but that he still loved me and that he would be back around three.
"Yes, he’s here, but there is some very good news that you need to know." my mother beamed.
"I get to home?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yes, baby. You’re coming home." she smiled with tears in her eyes. My dad patted me on the leg.
"We knew it would happen." he smiled.
I smiled the biggest smile that I had in the last week.
"We’ll send Sheldon in, cause we know that you want to tell him the news." my mom and dad got up and left. Their suitcases were outside, I was going home!
Sheldon came in and sat on the edge of my hospital bed. "Guess what?!" I practically screamed at him.
He smiled. "You’re going home aren’t you?" he guessed.
"Yes!" I sat up in my bed and put my arms around Sheldon. He embraced me and held me tight.
"Awww, baby. I’m so proud of you. Now everything is going to be normal again. You can go back to school next year. You’ll graduate!" he beamed. I think he was more excited about me going home than I was.
"Actually, Sheldon. The doctors don’t want me going back to school until late October, if I even go back."
"What do you mean ‘if you go back?’" he asked.
"Well, even though I’m going home, that does not mean I’m better. Yes, my tests came back clear, but the only reason that I am going home is so that I can get better at home. Then, for my monthly check-up, if it is great 4 times in a row then I can go back to school 3 days at a time. They really want to make sure that I don’t get sick again. If I do, I would die, Sheldon. My immune system has had it, and with all of the trays and desks that have germs on it in the school, I wouldn’t survive. I’m sorry, Sheldon. But one of the main reasons they are sending me home is because they rather me die there than here." I finished.
"No. Clair, you’re not going to die. You won’t. I won’t let you. I’ll die before you will. I will."
"There’s no way, Sheldon. Even if I die, you have to stay here. Help my parents through it, tell them that I loved them. And Sheldon, I love you more than anything, I do."
He started to cry. "Oh, Clair. If only we could do one more thing together. Outside of your house, pretending that you’re not sick."
"We can. Just talk to my doctors about it. My mom will be back in a little while with the van to get me. Go talk to them now, with your mom. I’ll see you when I get home." I smiled.
* * *
My mom came back to get me and Sheldon was nowhere to be found. His car was still in the parking lot though, so obviously he had not left yet.
"We’re so happy that you’re coming home." my mom smiled pulling out of the parking space. They had lent me a wheelchair to get to the van with, but they couldn’t let me take it home. I wouldn’t have used it anyway. My room is upstairs, so the wheelchair would not have gone to my room anyway. The oxygen tank was already at home in my room. I had to use it whenever I was short of breath.
I smiled back in the mirror. "Yeah. So am I. Home is where I rather rest, anyway."
My mom just nodded and studied the road like it might disappear. I was not in remission yet, but they felt that I was responding well enough to go home. Private home care was expensive, but apparently my grandparents had helped out quite a bit.
She pulled into our driveway, and I un-buckled my seatbelt. I was home! My dad came around to my side of the car and opened the door. My mom offered me her hand to hold onto, but I walked past it. I wanted to walk back into the house by myself. Besides, I really was not out-of-breath. I felt better than I had since I was in the hospital. Maybe it was all this fresh air.
I opened the front door to a big banner that read: "WELCOME HOME CLAIR!" I smiled and laid down on the couch. My mom and dad carried my bags in.
"Welcome home, sweetheart." my mom kissed my forehead. My dad nodded, as to say the same thing, then disappeared into his study.
"Thanks, Mom. I’m going to go lay down in my bed. Can you bring my bags please? I want to get unpacked."
"Sure, hon. I’ll unpack them for you. Just go rest, all right?" She was trying to help me out, and I know she was, but I wanted to do one thing for myself.
I relented and started up the 12 steps. I started counting them recently. I wanted to know everything about my house before I had to leave it.
I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket, but I wanted to make it up the stairs, not fall back down because I lost my balance.
My mom was right behind me with the bags. 5 more steps to go. I was almost out-of-breath when I heard my dad come out of the study upstairs.
"Clair? You need help? You look breathless." He came to the step I was on and let me lean on him. I made the rest of the way up by myself and got settled into my bed.
My mom began to unpack my clothes and stuff from the hospital.
"I plugged your iPod back into your dock when I got home." my dad said.
"Okay. Thank you, dad. " I smiled.
I pulled my covers back and buried myself deep underneath them. After I called Sheldon back, I was going to take my nap.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hi." I said, quietly.
"Oh, hey, baby. Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing. I just got settled back in my bed." I smiled. My bed.
"Awesome. Listen, I talked to your doctor, and she said whenever you felt like it, but it could not be cold outside. I looked at the weather, and it’s supposed to be a pretty nice day Sunday. How about then?" It was Thursday now. I was sure I would feel at least 85% by then. Right now I felt like 70%.
"Sure. I’m really tired from the drugs they gave me before I left, so I’m going to go to sleep, okay?"
"Sure thing. I’ll let you go. Text me when you wake up if you want me to come over."
I nodded, then remembered I was talking to him on the phone. "Yeah."
"Great. I love you."
"You too, bye." I shut my phone and settled in beneath my own covers for a long nap.
I was still recovering from my little episode a month ago, but I was back in school and was finally better. Sheldon was good, and just as he promised, came to visit me when we got home. I was getting really good grades in school, my parents were finally going back to their old habits. It was a pretty nice life.
"Hey." I had called Sheldon and he was calling me back.
"Hey. Um, can you give me a ride to school? Give me like 5 minutes, though." I had to do something with my hair still.
"All right. Just come out when you’re ready." he said.
"What?! You’re already here?" I yelled.
"Yeah, I didn’t want you to walk to school cause it’s cold outside, so I thought I’d surprise you." he said. He’s been like this lately. He’s starting to act like my parents. He was my boyfriend, not my doctor!
"Oh, okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes." I hung up, put my phone in my pocket and started to brush my hair. I touched up on the straightening job that I had given it last night, and walked out the front door with my book bag.
I slid into the car next to Sheldon. "You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, fine. Come on, let’s get to school. I don’t want to be late."
He backed out the driveway and drove to school.
"Is something bothering you, Clair? You seem kind of ‘off’ this morning." he commented.
"Thanks for noticing. But I’m fine." I smiled.
"Okay." he said, pulling into his parking space that had been his for over 2 years.
"I gotta go to Math." I said, getting out of the car. "I’ll see you at lunch, okay?"
"Yeah. See you then." I left him sitting in his car and hurried to math. I had wanted to talk to my teacher about going to the nurse and laying down. I was starting to feel kind of dizzy.
He excused me with no questions, and I was laying down in a dark room before the bell rang.
"Clair? Sweetheart? The bell just rang for second block to start. Don’t you wanna go back to class?" The nurse spoke, waking me up.
I sat up and smiled. "Yeah, I feel a lot better. Thanks. Can I have a pass?"
"Sure, honey. Let me get you one. Where you going?"
"I’m in Health right now." I said.
"Great. Here you go." she handed me the pass.
I was starting my walk from the very front of the building to the very back when I ran into Sheldon.
"Sheldon! Why aren’t you in class?" I asked.
"I lied and said I had a stomachache to come down to the nurse and check up on you. When you didn’t come out of Math, I thought something had happened and I got worried." he explained.
"I’m fine, but Sheldon, this has gotta stop." I said.
"What has gotta stop? Babe, I’m just worried about you, that’s all."
"That’s great, but you’re kind of acting like my doctor, you know? I mean, it’s great that you care, but you’re over-doing it just by a little bit."
"I get it. I get it. I’m so sorry, Clair. I had not idea what I was doing. Please forgive me."
"Don’t I always?" I smiled, kissing him.
* * *
July 11, 2008. 3:30 PM
When I woke up, my mom and dad were sitting on the chair that was next to my bed.
"Is Sheldon back yet?" I asked. He called me last night and told me that he was spending the night, but that he still loved me and that he would be back around three.
"Yes, he’s here, but there is some very good news that you need to know." my mother beamed.
"I get to home?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yes, baby. You’re coming home." she smiled with tears in her eyes. My dad patted me on the leg.
"We knew it would happen." he smiled.
I smiled the biggest smile that I had in the last week.
"We’ll send Sheldon in, cause we know that you want to tell him the news." my mom and dad got up and left. Their suitcases were outside, I was going home!
Sheldon came in and sat on the edge of my hospital bed. "Guess what?!" I practically screamed at him.
He smiled. "You’re going home aren’t you?" he guessed.
"Yes!" I sat up in my bed and put my arms around Sheldon. He embraced me and held me tight.
"Awww, baby. I’m so proud of you. Now everything is going to be normal again. You can go back to school next year. You’ll graduate!" he beamed. I think he was more excited about me going home than I was.
"Actually, Sheldon. The doctors don’t want me going back to school until late October, if I even go back."
"What do you mean ‘if you go back?’" he asked.
"Well, even though I’m going home, that does not mean I’m better. Yes, my tests came back clear, but the only reason that I am going home is so that I can get better at home. Then, for my monthly check-up, if it is great 4 times in a row then I can go back to school 3 days at a time. They really want to make sure that I don’t get sick again. If I do, I would die, Sheldon. My immune system has had it, and with all of the trays and desks that have germs on it in the school, I wouldn’t survive. I’m sorry, Sheldon. But one of the main reasons they are sending me home is because they rather me die there than here." I finished.
"No. Clair, you’re not going to die. You won’t. I won’t let you. I’ll die before you will. I will."
"There’s no way, Sheldon. Even if I die, you have to stay here. Help my parents through it, tell them that I loved them. And Sheldon, I love you more than anything, I do."
He started to cry. "Oh, Clair. If only we could do one more thing together. Outside of your house, pretending that you’re not sick."
"We can. Just talk to my doctors about it. My mom will be back in a little while with the van to get me. Go talk to them now, with your mom. I’ll see you when I get home." I smiled.
* * *
My mom came back to get me and Sheldon was nowhere to be found. His car was still in the parking lot though, so obviously he had not left yet.
"We’re so happy that you’re coming home." my mom smiled pulling out of the parking space. They had lent me a wheelchair to get to the van with, but they couldn’t let me take it home. I wouldn’t have used it anyway. My room is upstairs, so the wheelchair would not have gone to my room anyway. The oxygen tank was already at home in my room. I had to use it whenever I was short of breath.
I smiled back in the mirror. "Yeah. So am I. Home is where I rather rest, anyway."
My mom just nodded and studied the road like it might disappear. I was not in remission yet, but they felt that I was responding well enough to go home. Private home care was expensive, but apparently my grandparents had helped out quite a bit.
She pulled into our driveway, and I un-buckled my seatbelt. I was home! My dad came around to my side of the car and opened the door. My mom offered me her hand to hold onto, but I walked past it. I wanted to walk back into the house by myself. Besides, I really was not out-of-breath. I felt better than I had since I was in the hospital. Maybe it was all this fresh air.
I opened the front door to a big banner that read: "WELCOME HOME CLAIR!" I smiled and laid down on the couch. My mom and dad carried my bags in.
"Welcome home, sweetheart." my mom kissed my forehead. My dad nodded, as to say the same thing, then disappeared into his study.
"Thanks, Mom. I’m going to go lay down in my bed. Can you bring my bags please? I want to get unpacked."
"Sure, hon. I’ll unpack them for you. Just go rest, all right?" She was trying to help me out, and I know she was, but I wanted to do one thing for myself.
I relented and started up the 12 steps. I started counting them recently. I wanted to know everything about my house before I had to leave it.
I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket, but I wanted to make it up the stairs, not fall back down because I lost my balance.
My mom was right behind me with the bags. 5 more steps to go. I was almost out-of-breath when I heard my dad come out of the study upstairs.
"Clair? You need help? You look breathless." He came to the step I was on and let me lean on him. I made the rest of the way up by myself and got settled into my bed.
My mom began to unpack my clothes and stuff from the hospital.
"I plugged your iPod back into your dock when I got home." my dad said.
"Okay. Thank you, dad. " I smiled.
I pulled my covers back and buried myself deep underneath them. After I called Sheldon back, I was going to take my nap.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hi." I said, quietly.
"Oh, hey, baby. Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing. I just got settled back in my bed." I smiled. My bed.
"Awesome. Listen, I talked to your doctor, and she said whenever you felt like it, but it could not be cold outside. I looked at the weather, and it’s supposed to be a pretty nice day Sunday. How about then?" It was Thursday now. I was sure I would feel at least 85% by then. Right now I felt like 70%.
"Sure. I’m really tired from the drugs they gave me before I left, so I’m going to go to sleep, okay?"
"Sure thing. I’ll let you go. Text me when you wake up if you want me to come over."
I nodded, then remembered I was talking to him on the phone. "Yeah."
"Great. I love you."
"You too, bye." I shut my phone and settled in beneath my own covers for a long nap.
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