A day of medical examinations

One hour later the nurse is back. "Everything alright in here?" She asks cheerfully. "He has been sleeping." You respond. Alex has barely moved at all since you got here."Okay, mind if i talk to him?" She asks. Not wanting to be in the way you scoot the chair back. "Alex." The nurse calls loudly. "Alex!" She shakes him roughly. "Wake up Alex!" She spanks his cheek.

"Wuah." Alex wakes with a jerk. "What" His voice is tired and confused. "Good morning sleepy head" The nurse chirps. "I am nurse Gertrud. How are you feeling." She asks him. "Tired" he murmurs in response. His Head falls back on the pillow. "Hey don't fall asleep yet." The nurse says. "I need you to answer a few questions so that i know you aren't getting worse."

"Fine." Alex responds "What is your name?" "Alex" he grunts."What month is it today?"The nurse continues undeterred by Alex's foul mood. "October" He responds. "Where are you Alex?" She asks him. "At the hospital" He murmurs. "And why are you at the hospital" She questions "I fainted" he murmurs. The nurse turns slightly towards you. "And who is this lovely creature" Nurse Gertrud asks. "Amy? What are you doing here" He asks, suddenly more awake."She came here earlier. She has been really worried about you." Gertrud explains. "And how are you feeling Alex." There is a pause as Alex stares at you. "Tired" He sighs at last. "any nausea?" She chirps "A little" He grunts "Do you feel like any breakfast then." She asks him. "No" He responds "You really should eat something" She suggests.
"I don't want to." He replies "No? Not a nice breakfast with your girl? I am sure you will feel better if you eat something." The nurse tries to persuade him."I am not hungry." Is all she gets in response "Alright maybe a bit later then." Nurse Gertrud says and leaves.

You pull the armchair back next to him. Gently you resume stroking his hair. "Why are you here." He asks again. "Because you are sick." You answer.
"I am fine, just a little tired." He murmurs. "You are not fine Alex. For gods sake you had a seizure last night." You scold him. "What time is it" He sighs. "8:30 in the morning." You respond hesitantly. "Shit, alright you should go home. I will rest for a bit and then ill head to school. If i hurry i shouldn't miss to much." He states. "No you won't!" You yell at him. "You had a seizure Alex. You just don't have a seizure without something being seriously wrong, you hear me?!" You feel angry with him being so nonchalant. "I thought you where going to die last night Alex! You beat your own head bloody in the bathroom! And the vomiting? That's not normal Alex! And now you don't even want to eat breakfast. Alex i have known you since we where kids and you have never been a picky eater!" You argue.

"It's fine, i have just grown out of my kid appetite. I don't have to eat as much as before." He mumbles. You feel like he is trying to convince himself as much as you.
"Christ Alex. How much have you been eating?"
He doesn't respond. Ashamed he turns away from you and pulls his blanket over his face. You **** yourself to calm down. You don't want to make things worse by making him feel guilty. You gently stroke his shoulder. "I love you Alex." You say softly.

After a little while a short middle aged female doctor and a younger very tall and skinny male doctor enters. "Hello" they great you. The female doctor leads and gently pulls down the blanket covering his face. They start asking him questions about his health. Going trough everything thoroughly. Although unhappy Alex answers them. Apparently he has barely been eating anything at all nor had a good nights sleep for nearly a month. He tries to reason that he is fine though yet none of you believe him, you don't even think he does. The doctors explain that he will have a few medical examinations during the day including an Electroencephalography (EEG) to check if he has developed epilepsy, a gastroscopy to check if there is something wrong with his stomach and he is going to meet a psychiatrist. As the doctors explain all this you are scared that Alex will object. Yet he seems to accept what the doctors says and agree to everything.

Soon afterwards a janitor whisks Alex away to the gastroscopy, leaving you alone. The nurses come in and check on you. Apparently since Alex hasn't eaten anything it was decided to take advantage of the situation and hurry with it. You sit alone for about an hour before Alex is back. "How did it go?" You ask him.
"That was one of the most awful things I've ever been trough!" He responds clearly upset. "But at least they didn't find anything, and they looked fucking thoroughly." he sighs. Well at the very least he is more awake now. You sit down on the bedside and try to console him. He doesn't protest.

A few hour pass then he is whisked away again. Leaving you alone once more. When he returns his hair has hard lumps of what apparently was gel that was used to put electrodes on his head. You call the nurse immediately and she brings him towels, soap and fresh hospital clothes to change into. She tells him that the best way to get the lumps out is to wash them out. As Alex is in the shower the nurse brings you a menu and ask you to order lunch for the both of you. "If we ask him if he want's to eat he will probably say no, but if we put a tray in front of him then he might at least eat a little." The nurse explains.

Soon after he is out of the shower your lunch is served. Before starting the nurse injects Alex with something she claims will ease the nausea. Being served food your mouth waters. You hadn't realized how hungry you where until now as you dig into your food. Alex also eats to your delight but he is far more restrained, chewing slowly and taking his time. He eats about half the portion served before declaring that he is full. You are about to admonish him for not finishing but think better of it. Nothing good will come out of more yelling.

After lunch a older slightly obese man wearing his grey hair in a ponytail enters. He introduce himself as a psychiatrist. You are asked to leave, he want's to talk to Alex privately. You would have preferred to stay, being curious about what Alex has to say. But you do as you are told and sit down in the corridor outside. You spend a good while watching the personnel calmly hurrying back and forth trough the ward, tending to their various tasks.

The psychiatrist really takes a while but finally he exits Alex room. He doesn't say anything to you. He just gives you a quick look and walks off. But that makes you more worried. Did he figure something out? Was he judging you as he walked past? The guilt that has been sitting in the bottom of your stomach gives you a hard punch. You hurry back inside. Alex has pulled his blanket back over his head. "I am back." You say softly. He doesn't respond. You gently stroke his hair. Then you lean forward and kiss his forehead. You want desperately to know what was said, not knowing what is wrong with him is painfully tearing at you. But you don't ask anything. "I love you Alex." You whisper, hopping it will ease his suffering at least a little bit.