'Specialist'

It started to heavily snow at the beginning of the week, and overnight the snow thawed and disappeared. It was winter, but now I’m not sure what season it is anymore.

Been spending the past few days getting used to the busy life of school again. And since there will be ‘visitors’ next week, and since I may be going abroad for a few days (I’ll write more later!!), I’m trying to get as much work and reading done as possible. To be honest, the two weeks of vacation I just had I was simply lazy, and now I’m sort of feeling the pressure building. But I can do it. I know I can, because I always have.

Just now there was yet another round of shouting. As usual, my brother started it, because he came upstairs and found the girlfriend sleeping, instead of studying (like she should be doing). Well, in my opinion, it was already past eleven, so if she wants to sleep, let her sleep! My goodness... where's the descency?!

I had felt something was wrong earlier today when she came home from school, but didn’t think too much of it. A few minutes later she came out and threw up over the toilet bow. As she threw up and choked, I went to talk to her and ask if she needs anything. She said it’ll be alright, and that she’s not been feeling too well for sometime, and that today’s gotten a lot worse. I suggested to call the family doctor, but she insisted it’ll be alright, and that she’s “been to see the specialist”.

She didn’t elaborate and just went back to her room and closed the door behind her. “Specialist”… that word echoed in my mind, and I immediately thought of that episode some months ago.

Could it be…? My brother was somewhere in his room.