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The final part to the results.
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The Results part 2
BPOV
"Well Miss Swan, the news is good, every test came back negative. You do not have the disease." As soon as the words left the consultants mouth, I could feel myself relax.
I was waiting for Paul to whisper in my ear 'I told you so'. Suddenly the room was filled with my dad's sobs.
"I'm sorry Bell's." Dad spoke, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. "I knew, deep down you were in the clear, but to know for sure. I am so happy, and relieved, I am going to be the last victim to this disease, within our family. To know that you are going to be able to lead a full healthy life is the biggest weight off my shoulders."
I wiped my face, with the back of my hand, noticing the tears falling. I got up and wrapped my arms around dad, "Live, Bella, Promise me you will live everyday to your fullest." Dad whispered into my ear.
"I promise, dad, everyday will matter." I whispered back, before sitting back down.
We both wiped our tears, before I sat back down. I looked at Paul and could see him shaking and his hands in fists.
"Paul, you're shaking." I whispered, placing my hand on his arm.
"I'm ok." He whispered back.
"Are you going to phase, you need to leave if you are."
"No, I'm ok." He whispered, before the consultant coughed slightly to get our attention back.
"Miss Swan, when your blood was tested, it was also ran through some other tests to check your health and wellbeing. The results came back with some surprising results, in regards to your iron levels."
I squeezed Paul's arm, before taking his hand again.
"Miss Swan, when was the last time, you had a blood test?"The consultant suddenly asked.
"I don't know, I can't remember."
"Would it have been within the last two years?"
"No, I'm sure I've not had one in the last ten years. Why?" I asked, beginning to worry, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
"Have you always been so pale?" The consultant asked I released my mouth ready to answer. When dad, answered for me.
"I noticed, the summer before Bella, turned fifteen, she was getting paler and paler."
The doctor nodded, before briefly looking at my notes before looking back at me.
"I'm going to ask you a series of questions, if at any point the answer is no, then please stop me. A nod of your head would be fine, if the answers are yes."
I nodded silently, before looking at the doctor, and paying full attention.
"Do you feel the cold easily, and struggle to keep warm?" I nodded yes, "Do you tire easily, but still struggle to fall asleep on a night time, and then stay asleep?" I nodded yes again; I could feel my heart rate speeding up.
"Do you bruise easily and at times feel light headed, at times does your heart feel like it is beating too fast and louder than normal?"
"The answer is yes, to every one of those. Also sometimes if I move too quick, I get really light headed and the only way to stop it is to sit down and put my head between my knees." I explain, starting to feel nervous.
"Well Miss Swan, your blood results showed that you are suffering from iron deficiency anaemia."
"Is it serious?"
"It can be if left untreated, your heart would beat faster than normal, which can damage the muscles surrounding your heart."
"So it has been picked up in time?" Paul, suddenly asked, leaning forward on his seat.
"Yes, your heart is healthy and perfectly fine. However you will need to start treatment today, your iron levels need to improve. The course of treatment is simple and you can get treated at your local hospital or medical centre."
"What is the treatment?" I asked, so glad that I won't have to come back here, hopefully never again.
"Iron injections, iron pills, and an iron enriched diet. Sticking to the treatment, will mean that within the next six to twelve months, your iron levels will be back to normal. You may have to take a low dosage iron pill for the next few years, just to maintain your levels. But you will no longer have any of the symptoms that you are suffering from now."
"So, we go back to Forks hospital today and the treatment will start?" Paul asked.
"How many injections will I need?" I asked, before the doctor could answer Paul's question.
"That depends on your iron count, but for now you will have two a week for the next month. Then you will have another blood test, and depending on your iron levels, it will either stay at twice weekly injections or just one a week. Every month you will have a blood test, so the injections are really based on those results." The doctor explained, before gathering up all my notes and standing up to leave the room. "I will send a nurse in to give you your first injection."
We watched as the doctor left the room, and shut the door.
"This is your mother's fault, and her stupid ideas. For years I have been, telling her to get you seen by a doctor, and she would just ignore me or tell me to mind my own business." Dad ranted, standing up half way through pacing the room.
He stopped when the door suddenly opened and a nurse walked in.
"Hi Miss Swan, it may be a good idea if the two men left the room for a few minutes." She suggested.
"Why?" I asked I didn't want to be on my own, while having the injection.
"The injection needs to be put in the muscle at the top of your thigh, just under your buttock." She replied, I could feel my face getting hot and I knew it was going bright red.
"Dad, Paul go, just stand outside the door please." I begged, while looking at my feet, trying to get my face to cool down.
I didn't look up again until, until I heard the door close, I took a deep breath and looked up at the nurse.
"This won't take longer than a few minutes, if you could please remove your trousers, and get on the bed and lay on your stomach."
I followed her instructions, while she turned her back to me and prepared the injection. I jumped when I suddenly felt something cold and wet wipe across my thigh.
I suddenly couldn't breathe and I knew that I was beginning to panic. "I need Paul, please can Paul come in."
"Take a deep breath and it will all be over."
"No, please don't, I want Paul here." I begged, I didn't want to do this alone, and I didn't want my dad to see me half dressed.
The door suddenly opened, and within seconds, I felt Paul's warm hands holding mine.
"It's ok Bella, I'm here." Paul whispered.
I flinched, when I felt something sharp go into my thigh, the tears so followed. They soon disappeared when Paul's hand wiped them away.
"All done now, the muscle will feel sore for the next day; it's nothing to worry about. Keep moving your leg so the muscle doesn't seize up."
I nodded silently, before pulling myself up and off the bed, I quickly pulled my jeans up and was grateful to see that Paul had turned his back on me and was staring out the window.
"I'm ready." I whispered, knowing that he would still hear me.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, before walking towards the door as the nurse opened it.
"I will send all the details to your local hospital today, but you need to call them to set up your next appointment for two days time and here is a pack of iron pills, and some information on high iron enriched food."
We all left the hospital silently; my leg hurting every time I put weight on it, the journey back to Forks was painful. No matter how I sat, my thigh hurt and spent most of the trip fidgeting.
By the time we got back to the house, the muscle had seized up and I was unable to walk on it at all. Paul had to help me limp up the steps and arrange the cushions on the sofa so I could sit down.
Dad, had come in and gone to bed, he looked so tired but at the same time like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"I can't have any more of those injections, they are so painful." I moan, as soon as Paul walks into the room.
"Yes you will be I will arrange it with Sam so that I can take you to every single appointment. Bella, this is serious, and you heard the doctor, it won't be forever."
"I still don't like them."
"Are you going to call your mom, let her know that you are in the clear and about the blood results?" Paul asked, nodding his head towards the phone in the kitchen.
"Tomorrow maybe." I shrugged, not ready for the lecture I will surely get for having blood tests done.
"She needs to know Bella, the fact that she never let you have a blood test, could have killed you eventually."
Paul walked towards me and suddenly picked me up causing me to shriek in surprise.
"What are you doing?" I shouted.
"Helping you, to call you're, mom."
He sat me down on a kitchen chair, before passing me the phone. I had a feeling this was not going to be good, but Paul was right she needed to know.
I dialled the numbers in and could hear the line ringing before she picked it up.
"Hello, mom."
"Oh hi Bella, why are you calling?"
"I just thought that I would let you know, that I got tested to see if I had the same disease as dad. I have not, but there is something wrong with my blood." I answered, the line was silent for a about a minute, I could hear in the background women talking and laughing.
"You stupid girl, I told you about giving your blood to these doctors. Why did you waste their time, you do know, that they have your blood now and can do god knows what to it." She shouted back, almost causing me to drop the phone.
"They found I had a problem with my iron levels."
"There is nothing wrong with you Bella; they just like to fill your head with garbage so they can make more money. As your mother, I am telling you that you must not allow them to give you anything, no pills or injections."
"I have to have iron injections, otherwise I will get ill mom and could die." I explained to her, I was shocked when she suddenly laughed, shortly followed by aloud laugh in the background.
"Whatever you want, just don't come crying to me when you turn green or something, because they have been injecting you with chemicals. I need to go, Phil's team got some new players and their girlfriends are here, they need mothering and support and that is my job."
"Ok, mom." But the line had gone dead already, and it was just the dial tone.
"What a bitch." Paul, shouted, shaking and pacing the kitchen. "Seriously Bella, she is as bad as my mother."
"Paul, she is not usually like that." I tried defending her, she was still my mom.
"Really, because to me it sounded like she didn't care. Too busy to support her own daughter, while trying to be a mother to strangers."
