Disoriented and not knowing where I was, just knowing I was in what seemed to be a car, I opened my eyes and looked up. There was Nate, the love of my life at the wheel, and Brooke, my best friend in the passanger seat.
Finally finding my words, "What am I doing here?"
They both seemed startled and Nate glanced back at me in the mirror, a worried, and seemingly loving expression on his face, Brooke turned around in her seat and replied "Omg P.Sawyer you had us so worried! Nate here had to carry you out of the school when you collapsed!"
Nate had carried me? Wow. Wait..Did she just say I passed out?
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"Peyt, you collapsed in the hall near your locker, I rushed over, picked you up and decided to take you to a doctor. In the parking lot I saw Brooke and told her she could come along."
Nate was standing by Haley this morning I remember now. He willingly left Haley to help me? What does this mean?
"Thank you Nate."
"Anything for you Peyt." he responded while locking eyes at me through the mirror. "We're here." he said as we pulled up at the local doctor's office and my nerves started to get the best of me. I hated doctors.
"P.Sawyer, you gotta get outta the car. I know you hate doctors, but if you want us to come back with you, we will, right Nate?"
"As long as Peyt doesn't feel uncomfortable."
How could I ever feel uncomfortable with him by my side?
"I don't mind, that is if you really want to be in there."
"I was worried sick about you Peyt, of course I want to see what's wrong with you."
"See, P.Sawyer! You've got both of us, now shake a leg!"
I got out of the car, still somewhat reluctant, and made my way towards the entrance following behind the both of them.
All of a sudden out of nowhere Nate grabbed my hand in support, and I was happier than I had been lately, even if I was going into a doctor's office.