Hope found herself curled up in her bunk, watching her clock tick away the minutes before her next class. As she turned her head away from the clock, she looked at her arm and pulled her sleeve up.She could see a myriad of tiny red dots and purplish bruises. This morning she had run into a door frame trying to get out of the way of some more exuberant residents running totheir class for fear of being late. She winced as she pressed lightly on one of the bruises.
Hope felt so tired. It seemed even as she went to bed earlier and earlier, she still felt this way. The urge to sleep now felt so comfortable. Maybe uit was time to come clean. She had been hiding her condition for a long time now, and it was beginning to really damage her. maybe it hadn't been bad before, but it certainly was now. Hope stood up, taking her bag, and began the walk to the clinic.
It felt like a death sentence. [i]They will thinkyou're lying. They will kick you out for lying before if they believe you. They will take you back to your family where you will do nothing but burden them with your sickness until you finally die.[/i]
She was sobbing as she rounded the corner near the clinic, eyes following her, murmers reaching her ears. She walked into the clinic's waiting room and sat down. Tears were streaming down her face and she emitted soft whimpering noises as she waiting for the person who manned the front desk to come back.