Hope frowned as Dr. Wilson walked in, sitting up with a start. "I said I wanted my caseworker..." She stuck out her arm as the doctor unvelcroed the blood pressure cuff in her hand. When Hope had been checked into the clinic, her blood pressure had been very odd, according to the nurse. She had refused to tell Hope the numbers which only stressed Hope out more. Hope peered around the cuff to try and see the numbers, but couldn't see them. 

Dr. Wilson pulled her stethoscope from her ears and looked Hope dead in the eyes. "Low. Tell me what's bothering you Hope. You would not have come to the clinic if you just wanted to see your case worker. Something tells me you need medical attention but are afraid of consequences. Are you sick, injured? Any symptoms you'd like to discuss?"

Hope squirmed, pain pulsing through her body. She was scared. Was this bone pain? Had the cancer spread? Her eyes filled with tears again and she gulped air, trying to keep herself composed. Shaking her head, her face crumpled and her body shook with her sudden sobs, unable to keep the exterior. Dr. Wilson's expression softened a bit, and she placed a comforting hand on Hope's back. Hope slowly gained enough control to speak. "How well equipped is Open Roads to deal with medical issues?"

Dr. Wilson frowned and rubbed the teen's back again. "It depends on the severity, Hope. We can't deal with everything, but we are willing to outsource to get help from surrounding hospitals and other medical institutes. It would be easier to help you and to ease your fears if we knew what we were dealing with, kiddo..." 

Hope nodded, her head hanging. "I would still like to see my case worker and tell him at the same time, but I think I can do this..." She drew her knees to her chest on the cot, shivering slightly. Dr. Wilson nodded and left the room. This was it. She would either be able to get the help she needed or be kicked out. It didn't feel like there was anything between the two outcomes. It felt final and terrifying.