Prologue

A small shiver overcomes you as you sit in the hard cushioned hospital chair. You grip the arm rests tightly, the knuckles on your hands whitening. You look around the waiting room at the other waiting patients and watch as some of them are crying, or are really pale. Are they here for that same reason you're here? Or, do they have another reason.

Then again, you have no clue why you are here. You were here last week to get a blood test, and now you're back for the results. You don't really know what is wrong with you. Ever since you broke up with Jesse, and gained hate from Puck and Finn, you suddenly started feeling, distressed. 2 weeks after Total Eclipse of the Heart, they still haven't talked to you, and during that week, you've had high fevers, dizziness, and you've felt nauseous every now and then. You took a pregnancy test, but all of them turned out to be negative. You've also forgotten many things in the time span of 2 minutes. You aren't positive in anything, so, you're scared.

One of the nurses called you up, the doctor ready to take a look at you. So you stand up from your seat, and walk slowly towards where she is. She led you to one of the back rooms in the hospital, and you sit down again in another hard cushioned seat. You stare around the room and look at the many artificial pelvises, the respiratory system posters, and all of the many doctor things that are used to check up patients. After a couple of minutes, 5 exactly, the doctor came in.

"Hey, Rachel." He says to you with a small smile. "How are you doing?" You slightly nod at him with a small. He turns away from you to get the clipboard. He turned back to you and sat on one of those rolling revolving chair.

"I have your test results." He says softly, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You gulp harshly, swallowing the lump forming in your throat.

His eyes are sympathetic as he tells you what's wrong.

"You have type 3 diabetes."

You blink your eyes to stop the tears from falling, but you fail miserably.

Prologue aren't usually this short, but it's me we're talking about.