In their minds

   Joanna let her tray fall flat to the ground; make a very loud sound and spilling everything everywhere. Everyone around her stopped right where they were and looked at her, as if she had exploded herself. She had fallen to her knees and was grabbing her head, saying something very fast over and over and over. Some people tried to get close and help her but they would suddenly get a horrible headache. One teacher started bleeding through the nose and young girl fainted. But after a couple of minutes, Joanna fainted and she was taken to a hospital. Everyone in the school talked about it for days and concluded, very fast, that she was just insane. It wasn’t unheard of that students could become crazy and that’s what everyone thought had happened to Joanna.

 But in the hospital, the doctors did not find any anomalies on her brain or anywhere else. Her body was in perfect shape except for the fact that this was the third time she was admitted for a similar event. However, this time seemed to be special as, a full day after the incident, she was still sleeping and the doctors could not do anything to wake her up. Her mother, father and brother came in and tried to help the doctors but it was useless. Joanna would remain sleeping and also mumbling whatever word or words she had thought about just as the incident happened. Her mother stay in the hospital with her a whole week until finally Joanna woke up, as if nothing had happened. She was scared. She had no idea what had happened and the fact that a week had passed her by didn’t help to calm her down.

 The doctors checked her up one last time but couldn’t find anything abnormal. They asked Joanna’s mother to get her to a psychiatrist in order to help them with her problems at school. He had said it as if Joanna had done something awful to one of the students or something but the truth was that every time something happened, Joanna suffered the only real injuries. The nosebleeds and fainting were nothing compared to what she described as a massive headache, where she could hear many voices inside her head. But these voices were not random ones but the voices of her classmates, her teachers, her family… Something was very wrong with her and it was Joanna who first said so in therapy.

 She went to the psychiatrist two times per week and her parents decided to home school her, at least for the remainder of the school year. It was obvious she wasn’t ready to be with other kids and seeing them everyday after what they had seen her go through was clearly not the best idea in the world. And the truth was she didn’t miss anything about school. After the first incident, when she had started screaming in gym class, every single one of her so-called friends stopped talking to her. They only looked at Joanna as if she was a freak and made noises and mocked her. So she was happy to get rid of that.

 Her parents did not know this. Only the psychiatrist knew and she had told Joanna that it was very normal to see fear as a reaction when people didn’t know what was happening. In their sessions, they always talked about the voices in her head and that, once she had realized they were the voices of her classmates, she could choose to hear one of them over the others. And that made her even more nervous. When she let the tray go in the middle of the cafeteria, she had happened to break in the thoughts of a boy she had always found mysterious and handsome. And inside of him, he heard the most awful things, thoughts of suicide and of killing others. He felt guilty and alone. For her, it had been very painful to hear him in her head, so she let the tray go and screamed.

 The psychiatrist thought that Joanna was internalizing a lot of anxiety and had created this “power” in order to get attention. She thought Joanna had channeled a huge amount of feelings into one single event and now she thought she heard people’s thoughts. In the following sessions, the doctor tried to get Joanna to understand that what she heard was just herself. She had created this great power but now she had to let her go in order to get better. Joanna did as the therapist said and followed her every advice. She began doing yoga to relax the mind and started talking to her mother and father in order to have a better connection to them, as a real family should be.

 The truth was they had always been a little bit too private. Her parents were the kind of people that think that their children should be shielded against everything, even the fact that the parents are humans and have feelings and failures too. It was hard for them to tear down that wall they had built around their two kids but day by day, they made progress and Joanna started to get better. She was smiling again and soon she had finished her school chores and exams. She did it sooner that her classmates in the actual school, so her parents and the therapist agreed that the best thing would be for her to get some responsibility.

As summer was beginning, her mother found her a job as a lifeguard in a public pool not very far from home. Joanna was not thrilled about the idea but decided that she could use the money and maybe it could be the beginning of her working life. The first day, it all went perfectly. She helped many children to their parents and even saved one girl that had fallen by accident. Many people praised her and thanked her. She saw many people that she knew from school but decided not to say a word to them. That was the past for her and she did not want to go back to it. That evening, she told everything about her day to her mother and she was happy that her daughter was so much better now.

 But then, it happened again. Joanna was in her post, looking at the kid’s pool when a gorgeous young man came in. He was very handsome and his swimming gear was perfect on him. Joanna smiled to him and he smiled back and then she could hear his thoughts. Only that this time, it wasn’t painful. She didn’t collapse or scream. She had learned to relax so the voice just came in and she heard him think that she had beautiful her. She went a bit red on the cheeks and decided to try it out with other people. She saw a mother with her child and heard her think about the father of his son and how worried she was he may not come back from his next business trip. Apparently, she though he was cheating on her.

 It was the best thing that had ever happened to her because she realized that her gift was not something awful and hurtful but a great way to know what people were thinking in order to make their day happier. She brought balloons for kids that were sad and tried to cheer up many people by doing fun activities like exercising in the water. She was glad to be of help and for people to finally like her as she really was. At night, she would write it all in a journal and even thought of telling herm other but she stopped short because she realized it would be too much of a crazy story for her to believe it. If she said anything maybe her mom would think she needed more help or something more permanent to help her and Joanna did not want to go to any more doctors.

 She did, however, go to her therapist one more time. It was her last appointment and she wanted very thing to go great but she had the feeling she had to tell someone about her powers and how now they were just good and under control. But the therapist was an adult and adults did not take these things as good things, always afraid of everything. She went through the whole session without any reference to her powers until the phone rang and she couldn’t resist knowing what it was about. She realized the therapist was talking to the boy she had heard in school, the one with suicidal thoughts. Joanna had described him to her. He was called Evan. And he was her next appointment.

 Without any hesitation, she asked her therapist if Evan was going to be ok. At first, the woman seemed surprised but then she calmed down. Joanna asked her if she believed in her powers now. She read her man and asked her why she was thinking Joanna was unbalanced. The doctor smiled and told Joanna that Evan had serious problems, because he had already tried to kill himself only a few days ago. Joanna went the rest of the session trying to pretend everything was fine but the truth was she remembered how Evan had felt in school and needed to see him herself. After the session, he was there and, crazy as it sounds, she talked in his mind, asking him to join her in the hall.

 She had no idea if that could work but moments later she heard Evan apologize to his mother and the doctor, saying he really needed to pee. He stepped outside and joined Joanna. They looked at each other. Evan was a little bit scared and shaken and Joanna was too but also hopeful of what her powers could do. Then, she just hugged him tight and he responded the same way. They did not say a word, only Joanna left another message in his mind: "call me soon". She left and he went inside. And they both felt better about themselves because they had realized they were never alone.

Virus

   Although it was supposedly summer, the island was covered by ice and some snow too. Only a few patches of green were seen from the plane but once in the ground, those patches proved to be really small and sad. A car came to pick up the three people that had arrived: a security official, an expert in virus and pandemics and a botanist. It took them only fifteen minutes to reach the northern part of the island, where the vault was located. In the past, there was only one smaller vault where all the seeds that could be found in the world had been stored. Wanting to expand the collection, the owners of the vault decided to expand to living being, although they kept them in a special substance for the body not to rot or decay with time. It was a very delicate an expensive endeavor.

 But something had happened recently: one of the specimens brought in for the collection apparently contained an unknown virus than had already killed two of the scientists working in the vault. No one in the world knew about it because the place had been properly sealed and no one that was inside during the incident had been let out yet. They had enough food for a year inside the vault and it was imperative that they solved what was the virus in order to let them go. That’s why the owners of the vault had decided to call for help and received some from private parties involved in the creation of the collection. They couldn’t ask a government entity or everyone would know.

 Doctor Patel was a renowned botanist, dedicated to find a way to feed every single child in her native India. She had travelled all over the world in order to find every type of seed and nourishment that could help her achieve her goal. And, although she had not revealed it to anyone, she thought she was fairly close to achieving that dream. Ironically, one of the elements that she needed to complete her task was kept inside the vault and it was just days before she applies for a visit that she had been summoned due to her expertise with plants. She knew everything about them and it seemed that the people from the vault believed that a plant had something to do with the virus that they were experiencing.

 Then there was Fred Connor, also a world-renowned scientist but in a very different field. He had studied the use of several types of viruses as weapons and had also learned every tactic used by the governments that had used biological weapons against someone else. Viruses as weapons were no joking business to him and he was too well documented not to take one case seriously. This one of the vault one particularly intriguing, as the people working there had not been able to say if the virus that they were facing was from a botanical or an animal origin. The fact that it came from a rare animal had not been confirmed. He was eager to study this apparent new virus and neutralize it.

 Someone less excited about this trip was the taller black man that joined the two scientists. He was no science man or had anything to do with any studies or viruses or animal and certainly not plants. Mister Fox, as he liked to be called, was a private security agent that had been called to assess the situation in the vault. His role was not about helping anyone in any way. His orders were to shut down the place completely if he found out that whatever was inside could be dangerous for human life and, more specifically, for the investments of many wealthy businessmen that had put a lot of money to make the vault in order to get their taxes lowered. Fox had the authorization to use force, if necessary.

 When they arrived, one of the local scientists that did not work in the vault greeted them and told them to get inside. They were a bit nervous but he told them it was the only room that hadn’t been exposed to the virus as every shipment went in through a door in the other side of the building. The vault was built underground, so the building you could see in the exterior was only a very small part of everything that was the vault. Inside, they felt a bit less cold, maybe because the space was very small and their bodies helped each other to feel a little bit better. The local scientist, called Jorgen, told them that they could talk to the people in the vault via an intercom system that even video feed.

 It was Connor who sat down in front of the screen and asked Jorgen to dial the code of three numbers. There was no tone or ring, only silence. That was until, almost an entire minute later, someone answered and an image in the screen appeared. They seemed to be in almost darkness and the person that had answered could not really be understood. As the image got better, they all realized that he was wearing a mask in order to breath a bit better. But the mask had the disadvantage of masking his voice too. He then started communicating in sign language and Doctor Patel translated, as she had learned the language when she was in medical school. The person on the screen said that three more were dead and that only him and another one remained.

 The four-person team decided to suit up with special uniforms that were originally created to enter radioactive areas. They checked every single centimeter of fabric before entering the elevator, as any hole could bring the virus into their bodies and to the surface. No one knew if it could die in the cold but the fact that it had survived the trip to the vault wasn’t a very good reference. Only Connor and Jorgen had worn these kinds of suits before, the other took some time to put them on and he tried to help them. When they were ready, Patel communicated with the people below before they entered the elevator.

 The elevator was a very small space too.  On the instructions of Jorgen, everyone practiced how to properly breathe inside the suits. They had oxygen tanks that could last up to three hours but it wasn’t a very good idea to be there all that time. The plan was to go there and just check on the survivors and help them decontaminate. Once they had done that, they could put them in quarantine in a special room and then go up to call for help. After that, they could go down again in order to investigate everything they could about the virus. Fox was not so glad about the procedure, as he didn’t want to stay longer than necessary. His boss wanted news fast and helping people would only delay that.

 Once the elevator opened, Jorgen told them to follow him. It wasn’t long before they found a large room and, at least, three bodies pilled up there.  All three visitors stopped to look at the bodies and Connor said that he had never seen anything like that before. He had being in the presence of several victims of biological incidents and none of them looked like these people: these one had no visible eyes anymore, their skin had a purple hue and their bodies seemed boneless, like puppets. Doctor Patel realized they had dirt beneath their nails and that they were barefoot. Then, there was a crash and Fox pulled out a gun and pointed in the direction of the noise. One of the remaining scientists had dropped a tray.

 It was Jorgen who reacted first, very angry that Fox had brought in a gun inside one of the pockets that was supposed to hold medicine for the wounded. No one noticed when he put it in and he ordered him to keep that thing deep in that pocket if he didn’t want to have a real problem with the local government. But as they quarreled, they hadn’t noticed that the scientist that had dropped the tray was trembling. A scream by doctor Patel came just as the man’s skin started to bleed and his eyes seemed to melt inside his head. Then his body collapsed. Like the others, he was barefoot. The team ran towards the elevator and pressed up. As the machine moved slowly, they were panting.

 Once up, they were not able to speak or move. It was Connor that said that the other scientist was probably contaminated as well. He was about to remove his helmet when Fox stopped him and told him not to remove it, as they could have been contaminated. This statement by Fox surprised them all but no one said anything to him. They just headed for the chemical showers, which would clean up very single trace of the pathogen of their suits, if they had it at all. As they showered together, they discussed the horrible nature of the virus and how devastating it looked. None of them could believe something like that was real.

 They were not paying attention when something crawled in the showers. It had entered the elevator when they did and it decided to crawl up in a corner and just stay there and wait. After all, it had a way of waiting, a certain patience. It was the creature they had brought in but it didn’t look like it anymore. And it was getting near the cold, were it could finally feel much stronger.

Dolor

   En este momento de su vida, a Marco lo único que le hacía bien era tener cerca de su novio Pedro. Por alguna razón, su espalda era un tapete de nudos que no se arreglaban con nada, ni después de haber comprado el colchón más caro en el mercado ni las mejores almohadas de plumas de ganso francés. Su espalda e incluso sus piernas le dolían todos los días y eran como si el dolor quisiera romperle los huesos. Marco nunca había sufrido de nada ni lo habían operado por ninguna razón. Pero ahora tenía un problema serio que muchos no parecían tomar en serio. Su doctor no encontró ninguna razón para que le doliera el cuerpo y lo atribuyó al virus de la gripa o algún derivado. Le aconsejo tomar muchos líquidos y descansar lo más posible.

 Su novio lo revisó en casa. Al fin y al cabo estaba estudiando para ser médico. Su conclusión fue que no sabía que tenía pero no era gripa ni nada parecido. Tenía dolores por todo el cuerpo y eran momentáneos, como alguien apretando con un dedo. La vida de Marco se fue poniendo difícil por culpa de los dolores. En el trabajo a veces no podía concentrarse y debía interrumpir seguido lo que hacía para tomar agua o simplemente salir a respirar. Era peor aún cuando tenía reuniones o citas en otras compañías con gente que debía verlo como una opción y no como alguien enfermo o distraído. Menos mal Marco era un buen actor y podía fingir no sentir nada cuando en verdad estaba en agonía.

 Su siguiente paso fueron los llamados remedios naturales. Fue a un sauna para ayudarse con el vapor y después a unas aguas termales donde decían que el barro tenía unas propiedades bastante especiales. Su novio fue cubriéndolo de barro hasta que parecía un monstruo y no un hombre. Y aunque el dolor bajó un poco, no se solucionó del todo. Era frustrante ponerse a intentar cosas nuevas y que simplemente no funcionaran. También lo hice con diferentes tipos de masajes como el tailandés, el de piedras volcánicas y muchos otros pero nada que su salud mejoraba. Lo bueno era que tampoco se ponía peor pero que podía ser peor que un dolor penetrante a lo largo del día?

 Incluso llegó a intentar terapias sicológicas, donde anunciaban que todos los dolores eran mentales en origen y podían ser apagados o prendidos si se sabía como manejarlo. Lo gracioso del asunto es que Marco nunca supo si en efecto el tipo era un sicólogo o no pero su técnica era una payasada. Marco nunca pudo apagar ningún interruptor del dolor y el doctor le confesó que la técnica solo servía cuando los clientes creían en ella. Era tanto como decir que tocaba mentirse a si mismo para que las cosas resultaran. O sea que fingir que no le dolía nada era lo mejor para él. Solo que eso no era posible pues días después los dolores de cabeza empeoraron y no había sicólogo que lo convenciera que su cráneo no se iba a partir en dos.

 Días después, Marco tuvo que pedirle a su jefe directo que lo dejara trabajar desde casa, al menos por un par de meses. Tuvo que encontrar un médico que asegurara que no estaba bien para trabajar en una oficina con tanta gente y tanto ruido pero su jefe le dijo que su trabajo no podía hacerlo alguien desde casa pues tenía que visitar clientes y demás. Marco le propuso que eso lo hiciese su secretaria y él haría todo lo demás que era tener en orden todos los pedidos de la empresa y las ventas y demás. El tipo, era obvio, no estaba muy convencido con la idea pero al fin cuentas tuvo que aceptar pues pudo ver la desesperación de Marco. Eso sí, le dio solo tres meses para que estuviese en casa, luego debía volver a trabajar en la oficina, como cualquier otro.

 Pedro ayudó a Marco a instalar una pequeña oficina, con todos los documentos que había tenido que traerse de la compañía. El jefe lo había permitido pues confiaba en Marco y sabía que no iban a haber problemas con esos documentos. Al comienzo la idea de trabajar desde casa fue una muy buena. Incluso Pedro le ayudaba a su novio cuando se sentía mal y este seguía intentando encontrar nuevas opciones para poder sentirse mejor. Empezó a tomar té verde todos los días y sintió que su cabeza se sentía menos hinchada, menos adolorida. Esto le ayudó para su trabajo también pues empezó a ser más eficiente y a trabajar desde casa tan rápido y de manera tan eficiente como lo hacía en la sede principal.

 Sin embargo, hubo algo que ocurrió que él no se esperaba. Gracias al té verde tenía mejor lucidez y su novio había comprado aceites diversos para hacerle masajes que había aprendido en internet. Según lo que le contaba, eran técnicas chinas para aliviar los dolores del cuerpo y Marco estuvo seguro de que funcionaban. Los masajes a veces eran suaves y otras veces eran fuertes pero poco a poco fueron mejorando su salud. Hubo un día en especial, en el que se sintió perfectamente, como hacía mucho tiempo no lo hacía. Hizo el amor con su novio, salieron a comer, montaron bicicleta e incluso corrieron jugando fútbol con otros amigos. La música no le molestó ni tampoco los sonidos repetitivos.

 Los demás días persistía el dolor pero Marco sabía que iría mejorando poco a poco. Y con esa lucidez vino otra revelación: su trabajo le aburría como nunca. Fue algo de lo que se dio cuenta de un momento a otro y se sentía culpable por ello. Al fin y al cabo, su padre también se había desempeñado en lo mismo y le había ido de maravilla. Tanto así que había criado una familia con ese trabajo. Pero Marco ya no sentía interés alguno. Así que lo consultó con su novio y tras una discusión larga y difícil, decidió renunciar a su trabajo. Le agradeció a su jefe toda su ayuda y le envió los documentos que se había llevado del trabajo a su casa. Al fin y al cabo nunca más los iba a necesitar.

 Como tenían que pagar cuentas, Marco trató de conseguir un trabajo menos tedioso con los conocimientos que él tenía. Era bueno con los números pero quería ser más ágil con su cuerpo y sus manos. Buscó por todos lados en los periódicos e internet y fue así que asistió a decenas de entrevistas y envió cientos de hojas de vida, esperando que en algún lado alguien lo aceptara por quién era y no por lo que había hecho en los últimos años. Después de varios días de incertidumbre, recibió la llamada de una galería de arte para trabajar como contador. En realidad, manejaría todo lo relacionado al dinero pues, al parecer, la galería estaba teniendo un éxito que nadie había venido venir y necesitaban alguien que supiese como manejar el dinero para que rindiera mejor.

 El trabajo era simple y pagaba algo menos que el anterior, pero Marco lo disfrutaba. No solo porque era más informal, pudiendo ir y venir a su gusto, solo con ciertas fechas de reuniones para informar a los dueños de la galería, sino también porque el sitio de trabajo era abierto, bien iluminado y siempre estaban las obras de arte que parecían aliviar el dolor que todavía le quedaba en su cuerpo. El trabajo fue ayudando a que su mente estuviese más tranquila y menos apurada por el deber, por lo que sentía que tenía que hacer. Se dio cuenta que la causa probable de lo que sentía era el estrés y se sintió triste al pensar que todos sus dolores se debieran a preocupaciones externas.

 Pedro siguió dándole masajes a diario y esto no solo ayudaba a su cuerpo sino que también estableció un lazo todavía más fuerte entre los dos. No era que no fueran íntimos como cualquier pareja normal sino que habían llegado a un punto de monotonía pues habían cumplido casi un año de vivir juntos y las cosas siempre habían estado igual. Los cambios con Marco habían ayudado, irónicamente, a que se enamoraran de nuevo. Era como si antes no se hubiesen dado cuenta de las razones por las cuales se adoraban y se querían tanto. Pero el nuevo contacto físico, la comunicación, hizo de su relación una mucho más fuerte que antes. Tanto así, que Marco le pidió a Pedro que se casara con él.

 No tuvieron una fiesta fastuosa ni una ceremonia muy arreglada. Tan solo se vistieron bien un día y decidieron ir a la notaría más cercana. Fueron con sus mejores amigos que sirvieron como testigos y los papeles los firmaron bastante rápido, tomándose fotos después, con los anillos puestos y sus copias del documento. Almorzaron en un bonito restaurante con sus amigos y en la noche viajaron a un pueblito cercano, donde se quedarían algunos días. Solo habían viajado juntos cuando su relación había empezado y se daban cuenta del error que habían cometido al no hacerlo de nuevo alguna vez.

  El dolor desapareció por esos días pero Pedro no dejó de lado los masajes y fue luego Marco que empezó a hacérselos a su esposo. En cuanto al trabajo, las cosas mejoraron pues otras dos galerías habían oído de Marco y lo pidieron para sus cuentas. No era difícil llevar tres cuentas y recibir tres salarios que, juntos, servirían para comprar un apartamento que compartirían con Pedro, que estaba por terminar su carrera de medicina. Marco se dio cuenta un día, con Pedro a su lado y el sol entrando por la ventana, que el dolor que había sentido tenía mucho sentido y que, si hacía las cosas bien, jamás lo sentiría de nuevo.

Blood test

 As far as I could remember, I had never had blood taken from me. I had never been sick and, being a man, I had never being pregnant. So the thing was very new for me and scary. It’s kind of silly to be scared of such a silly thing but aren’t we always scared about the things that we don’t even understand? Because I didn’t even know why they wanted me to give my blood after just a routine check-up. The doctor said it was good, once in a while, to do something like a full scan of the body to be sure nothing was off, nothing was out of place. But taking blood from my body seemed very invasive.

 I am the kind of person that takes days to talk to you, even if I have seen you for a year, at work, at school or wherever. I am the kind of person that always tries to be in relationships were the other person wants more love than sex. I’m the kind of person that would never put on a bathing suit in front of someone else or shower in a public place or something like that. I would die first to be honest. So giving away a sample of blood was just as if someone had forced me to give up something that was only mine and it didn’t felt right. Besides that, I had never done it and felt silly because I knew it was something positive to do. After all, he doctor was right: I needed to get to know what was happening inside my body. I had not being in a doctor’s office for five years or more and if he wanted to know what was going on, he was the doctor after all.

 I woke up really early to give my sample. I tried not to think about it until the moment was imminent. So I just woke up, showered, put on some loose clothes and walk out home. The weather was strange: it seemed that it was going to rain but it didn’t, as if the sky was waiting to make a more dramatic storm later in the day. I just thought the weather sometimes behaved like a moody human. I walked to the bus stop and waited there for the bus that would take me to the hospital. It was such a sad thing, to be going to a hospital. I thought tight there that I pity every single person that has to go to a hospital every single day of his or her lives. All that sadness and stress and just negativity…

 I mean, I’m not the most positive guy you’re going to find, not at all, but I do try to be objective and working in the health sector must not be an easy task, maybe if you are the head of a pharmaceutical company or something. When my bus stopped, I walked inside like a zombie. I hadn’t had anything to eat, as asked by the doctor, so I felt a little like walking on air. The bus was filled with people so early in the day so I just stood up by the exit and waited for my stop. As I did so, I noticed that most of the passengers in the bus were women and then another fact of life hit me in the face: women are so under appreciated. Not because they carry life but because they keep it going. All those ladies in the bus were proof of that and I felt bad as a man.

 One of them was talking about the day she was going to have. I couldn’t hear the whole conversation, but I could guess she was a housekeeper. She was telling another woman that she had asked her boss to give her two days off as she was feeling really tired and had many things to do at home. The other women asked her if her husband helped around the house and she answered that he did but that things were still backing up. She hoped to get those two days to run some errands and just be with her children for some more time that week. That was all I heard before I stepped out of the bus, twenty minutes after I had gotten in. I felt bad for her but I thought that at least she had a steady job. Things could always be worse.

 As it was very early, there were no traffic jams on the streets and no overcrowded sidewalks. The few people around were workers of stores or vendors that were installing their posts in strategic places for the morning rush. People were going to need their coffee, their newspapers and their dose of sugar and they were going to given them all to them. I walked past them and then through a couple of blocks where not a single soul was seen. It was the perfect time of the day to shoot a zombie apocalypse scene. I imagined it and smiled for myself. I finally got to the hospital and went straight to the second floor, where I was charged for my blood test. Then I sat down and looked around.

 Besides me, there were only two other people: a teenager with his mom and an elderly couple. The teenager was obviously checking social media and seemed very focused on it. His mom seemed moved her feet and legs without stopping. By her outfit, it was obvious she worked in some office and that she needed to get there as soon as possible, which was curious because wouldn’t you open up your morning to be with your son? Then there was the elderly couple, two lovely older people that were chatting about their pills and if they had them all in the woman’s purse. She pulled them all out and I was surprised to see at least ten little orange bottles in armrest of the chair. They were saying their properties, as no one ever knew the names.

 The teenager was called first and then the couple and when more people were coming in, I finally got inside too. I got into a small cubicle were a nurse checked my arms for the best vein and the she told me to look the other way, as it may look a bit too scary. I did exactly that, as I was not really looking forward to see my blood spilling out of my arm. As she did her job, she told me that the results would be available in two weeks. I wanted to complain but my arm hurt too bad and she told me, after putting a circular sticking plaster where she had put the needle on.

 When the pain passed, I asked her why it took so long to have the results. I told her it was just a routine procedure for my doctor but she told me that all exams were the same and that they checked the blood for every possible disease I could have: hepatitis and several sexual transmitted diseases includes syphilis and HIV. When she said the last part, I got even more scared that before the needle went through my skin. I didn’t ask anything else or said anything at all. She just gave me a sheet with which I could claim the results in two weeks time. Five minutes later, I was already outside walking home. Somehow, I didn’t want to take the bus back. I had too many things in my head and only wanted to vent a little before freaking out once again. 

 As I stopped to buy something to eat, I thout about the reason why I was freaking out. Exactly five months ago I had gone to a party and, strangely for me, I had gotten really drunk. The friends that had invited me there were just laughing their asses off because they had never seen me drunk and because, strangely enough, I was a very funny drunk guy. I told just, funny stories I didn’t even know I had and I talked to people straight away, even going so far as to ask them if they have had sex that day. Bare in my mind the party was attended by, at least, forty people and only knew a couple of them. I drank a lot and, the next day I was surprised to realize that I hadn’t vomited or anything gross like that all night.

 What was weird was that I woke in one of the bedrooms of the apartment were the party was held and I happened to be only wearing my underwear and with someone besides me. Now, I didn’t know if something happened and to this day I have no idea. It was just as if all memories produced after two in the morning had been erased by the computer that was my brain. I only know I grabbed my clothes, put them on and just got the hell out of there. Days later, I spoke with one of my friends that had been in the party and he just said he found me funny when drunk. But he never said anything about me kissing or talking in a “unique way” to someone. So I didn’t mention it and I had forgotten everything about it until the day of the blood test.

 The following two weeks were torture. Every time I had a moment to think about my life, I found myself wondering if I had sex that night of the party and if it had been unprotected. As I didn’t recall anything, and I didn’t really stayed in the room the next day to see if there was a condom wrapper around, I just didn’t know anything. I just knew I was very nervous and jumpy every time someone was looking to talk to me about anything. Days were long sometimes and I just wanted the hospital to call me and tell me they need me to pick up the results earlier but maybe that wouldn’t have been a very happy call.

 Anyway, I waited as patiently as I could and when it was time, I went to the hospital and asked for my results. It was very frustrating that I had to wait several minutes for them and that I had to go through them with a doctor different that the one who had asked for the damn exam. She must have realized what was going on inside my mind because she just said “You’re fine, honey”. I felt like an elephant had ben lifted from my back and I could finally worry about other things, like my life in general and the fact that I suffered from anemia.