One thing is for sure, two actually. I am still on my tippy toes since I heard the workers discuss about me and second I have changed my outfit. I now prefer wearing long sleeved shirts which covers UpTo my half palm. I know it's idiotic but am insecure, everyone is entitled to be.
"Well, after looking at her scar we will need at least two surgeries to permanently remove the scar..."
I failed to mention. Taylor had whisked me away to the dermatologist to check my scar. I just can't put a fingure on tk why he is too concentrated on making me perfect. It's just makes me itchy and my mind worried. Why would a stranger just start to care too much about what you look like. It's like he is trying to make me just like I was six years ago before the accident. Well, someone should tell him he can alter the body but can't remove the memory that is stuck in my brain since the accident and the six years I have lost.
"When can she do the surgeries?"
I look at Taylor. Well, keeping the whole crush aside, I need to talk seriously with Taylor. He needs to give it straight to me why he is doing all this. Good Samaritan isn't his best character. He must have an alterior motive.
"We can schedule next week Friday?"
Taylor thinks for a while.
"No...she will be busy that Friday."
I look at Taylor and then at the doctor. What did he mean I will be busy? All I do is read books cause no one in the house talks to me.
"Can we schedule the week after that....say Monday?"
The doctor thinks before nodding
"Perfect...see you then...Mr Taylor."
We all stand and they shake hands. when we walk out I turn to Taylor.
"Is there and occasion on Friday?"
I ask him and he smiles.
"It's your birthday..."
I look at him wide eyed and he chuckles. Hi is chuckles are addictive.
"Don't tell me you forgot?"
Well, I had a lot on my mind to think about. And my birthday reminds me of my father and mother and it's also the day my father was buried.
"I just not a celebratorial person..."
He nods.
"I will keep that in mind."
We get to the car and he just starts driving once we get settled. My mind is running a few miles per second and I hate that I am doubting everything Taylor is donjng for me.
"Taylor..."
I call and he just glances at me before for using on the road and mmhhs me.
"Why are you helping me? If I don't have a deot with you?"
There is silence a long silence and I give up getting that answer from him.
"Well, I have a dept with you..."
I look at him but his focus is on the road avoiding looking at me.