Check or Death

I was sitting in the room, waiting for the doctor to come in. She should be holding my papers telling me that I had a cold or maybe the flu any minute. I coughed a bit and twiddled my thumbs, examining the stubby nails on them. The air in the room was warm with heavy contagious breath. Any minute now… 

I heard cries from the room beside me, sniffles, and scolds. “You can’t afford it.” The doctor’s voice poured into my room. The walls were thick enough to hold the tragedy of the words he had just said. “It is $400 and you can’t even afford insurance.” The doctor hissed, his voice booming over the cries of agony. “Is she gonna die?” A small voice squeaked over the years. The doctor had apparently nodded, because the cries turned to full on screams. 

The door slammed shut and mine opened. The doctor let out a dramatic sigh and plopped down in his chair. “I’ll pay!” I volunteered, standing up. “Mr. Rian, were you listening to that?” The doctor sounded surprised. I didn’t care. “It is ridiculous that a person has to die because they are less fortunate! If you want that to happen on your part, sir, you should be ashamed!” I screeched, slamming a fist to his desk. I pulled out a $400 check and put it on his desk. 

My phone wasn’t turned on that month and I didn’t have any nights out. I wasn’t bothered, I knew that I had potentially saved a life. I was still furious at my doctor, thinking that was acceptable that he was worrying more about a check than a life. Disgusting...

 

 

I am 11 and attend Manchester Middle School's Center Based Gifted Program. I love the literary arts and think that I can change the world with my words. I don't like when people say "If I..." you should say "When I..." Ex. When I become famous, When I am someone important, always declare it. I will proclaim my destiny cause it was destined for me.