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Charlie Vasilyev
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Charlie didn't sleep well, though was too be expected in a hospital room. Nurses were always coming in and out checking her vitals and doing whatever oher tasks they needed to do as loudly as possible, or so it seemed to Charlie. She was now sitting up, she'd been fed and had her insulin. Her father was there alone to see if they could check her out and bring her home.
It was around mid-day already because they were waiting for test results to come in and the doctor was talking to her father about the possibility of an insulin pump instead of having injections. Charlie hoped she wouldn't have to have a pump. She knew the supplies for a pump were really expensive and she honestly would rather not have to wear one because it pretty much would broadcast to the world 'HEY I'M DIABETIC!'. Though with a pump she'd have less ups and downs and wouldn't have to inject herself 5-6 times a day. Her dad was considering it, but had told her it wasn't likely just because of money at the moment.
Her father came in,
"Paperworks is done, you can get dressed and we'll head home." he told her. He handed her a set of clean clothes he'd brought and left to give her privacy. Charlie got dressed into the brown cargo pants, light blue v-neck, and plue plaid button up. She pulled on her socks and work boots she'd been brought and told her dad she was ready to go.
They headed out to the car and Charlie buckled in as they headed home,
"Ky told me you ran off when he tried to talk to you." her father said. Charlie felt herself tense, "I know you're tired, Charlie, but you're either talking to be or your mom about what happened before you passed out. You can rest first but it's going to to happen." Jack told his daughter firmly.
Charlie nodded a feeling of dread and fear washed over her and she felt anxiety raising her heart beat. She wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
"Also, we've invited Kyle and his sisters over for dinner. Their family's in a tough spot and we want to help them. Plus Kyle deserves to know you're doing OK." Jack warned his daughter. Charlie felt her anxiety amp up even more, but she just nodded and stared quietly outside,
"Is their father coming?" Charlie asked softly.
It was around mid-day already because they were waiting for test results to come in and the doctor was talking to her father about the possibility of an insulin pump instead of having injections. Charlie hoped she wouldn't have to have a pump. She knew the supplies for a pump were really expensive and she honestly would rather not have to wear one because it pretty much would broadcast to the world 'HEY I'M DIABETIC!'. Though with a pump she'd have less ups and downs and wouldn't have to inject herself 5-6 times a day. Her dad was considering it, but had told her it wasn't likely just because of money at the moment.
Her father came in,
"Paperworks is done, you can get dressed and we'll head home." he told her. He handed her a set of clean clothes he'd brought and left to give her privacy. Charlie got dressed into the brown cargo pants, light blue v-neck, and plue plaid button up. She pulled on her socks and work boots she'd been brought and told her dad she was ready to go.
They headed out to the car and Charlie buckled in as they headed home,
"Ky told me you ran off when he tried to talk to you." her father said. Charlie felt herself tense, "I know you're tired, Charlie, but you're either talking to be or your mom about what happened before you passed out. You can rest first but it's going to to happen." Jack told his daughter firmly.
Charlie nodded a feeling of dread and fear washed over her and she felt anxiety raising her heart beat. She wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
"Also, we've invited Kyle and his sisters over for dinner. Their family's in a tough spot and we want to help them. Plus Kyle deserves to know you're doing OK." Jack warned his daughter. Charlie felt her anxiety amp up even more, but she just nodded and stared quietly outside,
"Is their father coming?" Charlie asked softly.
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