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Chapter #3
Homeward Bound
by: Unknown
You let your parents go one a while longer. Your father rants and raves, your mother cries hysterically, latching onto you arm. You just sigh. You appreciate their concern for you, but you're losing the precious time you have left. In a few days who knows how small you'll be. Will you have lost a foot? Two? Will you be able to fit into the palm of someone's hand? Will you be microscopic?
The concept of shrinking is so unreal to you. It just doesn't seem feasible. But you don't want to go and get a second opinion, only to be poked, prodded, and given the same diagnosis. Deep in your gut you know it for truth, and you've accepted it. Now you just want to get home asap. The minutes are ticking away and there's so much you want to do. There will be time to spend with your family when you're tiny, incapable of caring for yourself or traversing your home. Now was really your last chance to spend time with friends and family.
"Mom, dad, lets just go home." you finally interject.
"Anything you want baby, anything you want." Your mother sobs. Your father is still threatening to sue anyone and everyone, including other patients and family members currently in the waiting room. Eventually he calms down enough to stop hollering at the top of his lungs, but he's still fuming mad. The three of you head out to the car, your mom clutching you as if you're a life preserver.
Dr. Augustine comes running out to the car, hollering for you to wait and causing a scene. She clearly wants to examine you and take more samples, but you aren't willing to be her guinea pig, even if it might help people in the future who contract the illness. Your dad drives off, nearly hitting her, but she's quick to step out of the way.
At home you head inside and spend the next few hours with your family. Your sister is at soccer practice so she isn't here to hear the news. She'll find out soon enough. You collapse on the couch, closing your eyes, while your mother goes to make a 'special' dinner, and your father gets on the phone in an attempt to track down a 'real doctor'.
Resting on the couch, you wonder what you should do.
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