I hated hospitals.

I hated them more than anything. I hated how many questions they asked, and how long I had to wait. I hated being touched or poked with needles.

After telling the man at the front desk all that was wrong, he handed me my hospital bracelet and told me to wait in the waiting room. I put the bracelet on, making my way to the waiting room and overhearing my sister asking to please get a doctor to me as soon as possible.

I tried to force a smile at how caring she was being, I knew she didn't want me to feel so bad anymore.

I sat down on the hard and cold, blue hospital chair and began my wait. There were only a handful of people in the room with me, some with babies and some very old in wheelchairs.

"I hate this," my dad said, probably remembering the time we had to bring my sister here.

Actually, we had to bring her here more than once. One time because she had fallen in basketball and couldn't move her shoulder, and the other for being sick too.

"Imagine how I feel," I said plainly; at least he was feeling healthy.

"I know, i'm sorry."

When they finally called my name it had only been like thirty minutes, but it felt more like thirty years.

I followed the doctor down the long hallways and back to a room.

"You can sit sweetie," she told me. I did so immediately because the short walk had me exhausted. I felt physically and mentally beaten.

"What are all your symptoms?" she asked sweetly with a clipboard in hand, "I know it sucks to repeat yourself 7 times." she said sincerely, knowing I must be frustrated, which I was.

I told her I had a terrible headache, my eyes hurt at times, I was nauseous, and that I threw up.

"We also gave her two nyquil pills and they didn't put her to sleep," my sister said with concern in her voice.

The doctor then began asking me all the ridiculous questions they were required to, like if I was pregnant or if I've ever done drugs. I tried to not scoff at all of her questions. I knew it was her job, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"We're going to set you up with an IV and do some of the basic tests; such as strep, and mono," she explained. I nodded and she disappeared out of the room. I felt a knot in my stomach form once she left, I hated IV needles.

The room was quiet, all I could hear was the clock ticking on the wall and my dad shuffling every few minutes. He wasn't the type to sit still.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, texting Ally and Casey that I was in the hospital and would update them once I knew what was going on.

I thought about texting Luke, but I didn't want him to worry about me. He needed to focus on his game, and I didn't want to cause any distractions. I would just wait until he called later that night to tell him. I probably wasn't going to be here long anyways, so there was no use of telling him if I was going to be leaving in a few hours.

Soon the doctor was back, and got me hooked up to an IV. Which took longer than it probably should have, seeing as I kept pulling away from the needle. Then it took her longer to put it in properly, due to my small veins.

"I'm gonna warn you now, we're gonna have to take blood," she said with a soft frown seeing as I was so anxious about the IV needle.

"Great," I mumbled so quietly that only I could hear. I just tried to remind myself that the sooner I got it over with, the sooner I got to go home and feel better.

She swabbed my mouth for the strep test before telling me she would be back to collect blood in a few minutes for my mono exam if the strep was negative.

"I hate this so much," I groaned looking down at my IV.

"It's alright, hopefully we'll be home soon," my sister said as the doctor walked in.

"Negative for strep. So we're gonna test for mono. We're also going to do a test for bronchitis just to be safe. Sometimes bronchitis can come back and it makes you feel twice as bad as you did the first time." I had bronchitis once before, so I was more susceptible to getting it again.

She took the blood, and I only slipped one tear. Soon the doctor was out of the room going to process my tests.

"When you were little," my sister said breaking the silence, "You had to get a few shots. You hated needles even more than you do now," she laughed. "Anyways, not only was the doctor holding you down, but so was David, Mom, Dad and I," I laughed too, I was always a stubborn child.

"So there was 5 of us holding you down, we even had to get another doctor to come in to put the needle in your arm," she said with a smile.

"Everyone was shocked how strong a 6 year old was," my dad added.

"And that's when we all knew you would grow up to be a stubborn brat," my sister said laughing, making me laugh too.

I admired my sister, she had always been my motherly figure since my mom left us. Even if my sister wasn't around me 24/7 I knew I could always call and she would be by my side.

She use to hate the fact she was basically my mom, but now I think she's embraced it. After all, I'm not a terrible kid. I sit in my room on my laptop all day when i'm not out with my only two friends.

I looked up at the clock seeing it was almost 9:15. We had been here for 4 hours and I was ready to go home but we still didn't know what was wrong with me. I had no idea it was going to take this long.

I stared at the clock and groaned, becoming impatient.

I heard the door click open, and I turned my head to the doctor.

"We're going to have to keep Bailey overnight. You guys are welcome to stay if you like," the doctor said with a soft smile.

"The results should be done within the next half hour," she said. "Don't worry, we just want to keep her since we have a few more tests that we'll have to run. They take some time."

My sister looked at me, "I'm gonna run to the house to get some things, alright?"

I nodded my head and my dad agreed to go with her.

"We'll be back shortly," she said as they exited the room.

I was left alone with only the sound of the clock ticking away at the wall. I couldn't help but be curious as why I was going to have to stay. I wasn't excited about it, but it was probably because I had several more hours of waiting for tests.

I picked up my phone, texting Casey and Ally I would be here for longer than expected. They assured me they would see me tomorrow.

I laid down in the hospital bed groaning. I knew this was going to be a rough night trying to sleep.

The silence was broken by my phone ringing. I looked at who was calling me, and Luke's name was flashing across the screen.

"Hey," I said into the phone.

"Hey how are you?" he asked.

"Uh," I hesitated, "Not too well," I said honestly. I thought about telling him, but I wasn't sure I could.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. I could hear the worry in his voice.

"I just felt sick again so I'm staying in the hospital," I said slowly, too guilty to not tell him what was happening.

"They're just running some mono and bronchitis tests," I said explaining further so he wouldn't freak out.

"Babe," he said and I could hear the frown in his voice. "Let me know when you figure it out," he said. I could hear he was trying to be calm.

"I'll be fine, it's no big deal," I said trying to be positive, "How have your games been?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Fine, what tests have they done so far?" he asked eagerly. I could tell that he was worried, which made me regret telling him.

"Luke, can we please not talk about it right now?" I said softly, "This is all I've talked about all day and I really need something to distract myself. Can we talk about something else, like your games please?" I begged wanting to get my mind off of being in the hospital. I could practically hear the frown on Luke's face.

"Okay... well we won this morning, and I just finished my second game of the day. We tied," he said. I was thankful when he continued to talk about how his team was doing well, but that the competition was tough.

We talked about his upcoming games, and how much we missed each other before my sister got back.

"Hey Luke," I said seeing my sister talking to the doctor outside of the room, "I have to go okay? good luck with all the games. Ill text you," I said quickly.

"Okay I love you, update me when you can please," he said sweetly.

"I love you too bye," I said quickly as my sister pushed open the door to my room.

"Negative on the bronchitis test, the mono one should be done soon," my sister said sitting down in the chair next to my bed.

I pulled out my phone, feeling guilty for hanging up on Luke so quickly I sent him a text.

*i'm sorry I didn't mean to abruptly hang up, the doctor was coming in and I don't think I'm suppose to be on my phone :(* I sent.

"Where's dad?" I said noticing his absence from the room.

"Outside you know he can't sit in one place for too long,"

"You don't have to stay all night," I said feeling guilty. Truthfully, I wanted her to stay, I didn't want to be cooped up in a hospital room all alone for the night.

"I know, but i'm going to. Dad's gonna leave soon, he has to work tomorrow. I don't want to make you stay alone," she said as if she was reading my mind.

Soon my dad came in and sat down next to my sister. I normally would have enjoyed the comfortable silence, but my head was still pounding.

Shortly after, the doctor came in. "Your mono test was negative. Tomorrow morning we have Bailey scheduled for an MRI. Some people just have recurring migraines throughout their life and need medication to ease them. We'll find out what the deal is by tomorrow afternoon, hopefully. There's nothing to worry about," she said explaining. I silently groaned, I just wanted the pain to go away.

She then gave me some pain medication and a cup of water. She asked if I have ever had an MRI and I said no. She explained how it was basically a big machine that scanned my head, but she would tell me more about it tomorrow morning before the test "You should get some sleep," she said, "If you need anything, there's a call button on the remote on your bed. I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a smile before exiting the room.

My dad got up next making his way over to me, "I'm gonna get going since I have to work. I'll see you tomorrow, love you," he said patting my back.

"Bye love you too," I mumbled. I looked over at the clock, it was almost 11. I picked up the TV remote and flipped through the lame channels they aired in the hospital.

I looked down at my phone seeing I had a message from Luke.

*Don't worry about it :-) I hope you feel better soon* who knew such few words could make a smile spread across my face.

*Well good luck on your games, I should go to sleep, more tests in the morning. Goodnight i love you!*

I turned my phone off and flipped over on my side, trying to let sleep take over my body that was submerged in pain.

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A/N

aw poor bailey /:

I'm always sick so this is basically my life lol