My parents were concerned that I was sick for 2 weeks, so they are taking me to the hospital. I don't know why they're starting to care now. I've been sick for over 2 weeks multiple times before, and they did nothing. They're probably exaggerating, though there's gotta be nothing wrong with me. And this drive is too long for something as small as this. It's a 40-minute drive to go to the hospital we normally go to.  I honestly think it's not a good idea to go to a hospital 40 minutes away, what if there's an emergency? Oh well, it's not like it even matters. I'll just go on Instagram while we're driving. 

        “Hey, Cordelia.” Her mother says.

        “Yes, mom?”

        “We're almost there, are you ready?”

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        “Yeah, yeah.”

       “Alright.”

        I don't get why, but both of my parents sound… nervous? I wanna say, but I don't know, is it that, or do they just sound scared? 

        “Were here!” Her father says.

        They all head to the front desk to check into their appointment. After they got checked in, they continued to the waiting room. There was only one other family in the waiting room. 

        “Samantha Wells?” A nurse comes out and calls out a name. The other family gets up and walks over to the nurse. The nurse talks to them while they walk to their room.

        “Cordelia Blacksmith?” Another nurse comes out and calls her name. Our whole family gets up and walks over to the nurse. “We’ll in room 2 on the first left.” The nurse closes the door while we walk to the room. The nurse follows us to the room.