Our Song

Our Song (14)

This wasn't something I was expecting. This doctor knew who I was and I hadn't ever met him before.

"Um, yes," I nodded awkwardly. "I'm Leah."

Dr. Carlisle laughed. "Just as I thought. You're just as Blake described you."

I didn't know how I felt about Blake talking about me to his doctor. He had talked to Carrie about me, and I couldn't help but wonder what he said to them.

"How about we talk in my office?" Dr. Carlisle suggested, still smiling kindly as he gestured to the room he had come out of. "I don't have any patients for another hour. Blake was supposed to stay, but he said that he needed to go home because Carrie offered to cook him breakfast."

So Blake had ended up accepting Carrie's offer. I couldn't help but wish just a little that I was there with them.

But Dr. Carlisle knew who Carrie was... Did he know everyone in Blake's life?

"I'm sorry for intruding," I apologized, feeling guilty for just barging in. "I just... I'm really worried about Blake."

Dr. Carlisle smiled sadly at me. "He still hasn't told you, huh?"

I frowned. "No, he hasn't. And he's made it a goal to keep it hidden from me forever."

Dr. Carlisle shook his head. "I highly doubt he'll be able to keep it from you forever, Leah."

"But I'm so close to figuring it out," I sighed as he sat at his desk. I planted myself down in the seat across from him, wondering if Blake had ever sat there before. "I know he's hiding something from me and I know he doesn't want me to find out. But I just... I need to know. I'm really scared that something's wrong with him."

Dr. Carlisle sighed, which didn't make me feel any better at all. Why wasn't he telling me that nothing was wrong with Blake? Did that mean that there was really something wrong with him after all?

I remembered Delores, the woman with so many illnesses across the hall from me. Was Blake visiting this doctor because he was like Delores? Was he sick?

The thought made me sick to my stomach. Blake was sick. He had to have been.

"Leah, are you alright?" Dr. Carlisle asked when he saw that I had started shaking. "What's wrong?"

"Blake isn't sick, is he?" I nearly squeaked, swallowing to stop any tears from falling. "He... he doesn't have cancer or anything, does he?"

Dr. Carlisle's eyebrows furrowed at me in confusion. "Why would you think Blake has cancer?"

"I was talking to a woman outside," I began, wiping at my eye when a tear fell. "She had cancer, and a ton of other problems, so I just thought, since you're in the same area of the hospital as her doctor, that... that Blake would have something like she did."

"A woman?" Dr. Carlisle seemed confused, but then realization dawned on his face. "Do you mean Delores?"

I blinked, nodding my head. "Yeah. She was the one I was talking to."

Dr. Carlisle let out a sigh. "Delores doesn't have cancer, Leah."

"She doesn't?" I felt my brain scrambling as I tried to keep up. "But... she told me that she did."

"She has hypochondria," Dr. Carlisle explained, leaning back in his seat and clasping his hands together on his lap. "She assumes she has different types of diseases when she really doesn't. She's here because of her mental problems, not her physical ones."

So that woman had been perfectly healthy, besides the fact that she had some mental problems? Did she go around telling people that she had cancer and other diseases when she didn't?