Caryl's POV

All day there has been only one thing on my mind. What the heck is up with Chelsea? Practically all day I just sit back quietly and examined her. It is about 7pm now and what I have observed the following: Got in a rage twice, cried 4 times separately, has eaten at least 5 meals and too much desert, and practically repeats the mood train all over again. It is either she is really and extremely stressed or... pregnant. Nahh she can't be, Michael hasn't visited since May, right? This just isn't adding up. She doesn't have a bump whatsoever so why on God's handmade earth is she acting this way? I need help, we need help, she, she needs help. That's it we're going to a professional.

"Honey get dressed and grab your jacket!" I shout from my room.

"What? Why?" I hear my daughter from which seems like from the kitchen with her mouth full.

"You can not be eating again Chelse," I say getting up from my bed. I head out to the kitchen and found my daughter with the tub of vanilla ice cream... again. I sigh and flapped my arms, "Chelsea," I whine going up to her. When I got there I snatched the tub away from her and applied the lid back on it and stuck it in the freezer. I turn back around to face her, "No more sweet things for you young lady!" I scolded, "I get that out your mouth," I continued. I realised she left her ice cream filled spoon in her mouth and I snatched it right out.

"Get dressed I told you," I reminded her.

"Again, why?" Chelsea replied.

"Because I said so," I instructed.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and stood up straight from leaning over the counter and started walking to her room, "But where are we going though?" Chelsea nonchalantly asked.

"Where you work," I simply replied.

"The hospital? But why?! There's nothing wrong!" Chelsea fussed.

I raised my eyebrow at her sudden change of behaviour.

My action seemed to have made her notice to and made her change her reply, "I'll go change now," she said walking to her room.

"Hmm that's what I thought," I said to myself. I take myself to my room and changed my clothes. I get out, dressed and ready and grabbed my coat. "Chelsea could we get to the hospital? Today?" I called.

"In a minute will yah?" Chelse replied. I hear her door fly open and she stormed out her room.

"You know if you break that door, you know who is paying for it right?" I mentioned.

"Who?" She asked mindlessly.

"Try your boyfriend," I continued.

"Oh yeah him," she continued mindlessly speaking.

"Yeah you are sick, let's go sweetie," I say grabbing Chelsea's coat and tossing it at her. I out on mine while she put on hers, grabbed her hand and dragged her to her car.

"Keys," I demanded holding out my hand to her.

Chelsea slapped them in my hand and I calmly took them. I opened the door and started it. Chelsea hopped in and I did to, soon after, we drove off.

We finally get to the hospital and of course, lines and lines of patients, waiting to be treated in the reception AND waiting room. THIS is gonna be a long night.

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BOOM! Updated! Lol hope you liked it!