The woman could clearly tell what I was thinking because she held my hand and smiled at me, "Let's wait for them darling. I just want them to hear what you said so that we can all decide on the steps to take. I was just surprised that you could tell what I was suffering from just by looking at me," she said and I smiled at her. I could now be at ease.
Adrian and an older version that almost looked like him whose only difference was his black hair and dark eyes walked into the lounge in a hurry. It looked like they thought that a tsunami had hit their home.
"What's the problem darling?" The older man asked his wife; I could gather as much.
"Sit down, both of you," she said and Adrian sat beside me while his dad sat beside his wife.
"Darling, this is Adrian's friend, Gael 'The Alpha' Hunter. He says that I'm suffering from a disease called..... what was that again darling?" She asked looking at me.
"I'm... I... eeerr," I fumbled for words because I didn't know why she had called them. What if they had been given a different diagnosis?
"It's okay son, just tell me," she said again with that smile that made me want to please her.
"It's Almain syndrome. It's a disease that eats the organs one by one and kills a person slowly. For now, it's only your kidneys that have started disintegrating. Next it will be your kidneys, then liver, pancreas and such and eventually a person dies because all major organs have stopped functioning. You must have had very good karma to have survived this long without treatment" I said. I decided to be out with it and whatever happens happens. It was upon them to choose whether to believe me or not.
"How do you know? How can you be sure? How do you expect us to believe anything you say?" The old man asked and I thought 'there we go'.
"Dad!"
"Darling?"
Both Adrian and his mom looked at him as if he has committed treason.
"Sorry, I just wanted to be sure," he apologised and looked at me.
"How can she be treated?" He enquired.
"I don't know. All I can tell for now is what someone is suffering from but not how to treat them. I'm sorry," I said apologetically.
"No need to apologise Gael. Now that we know what's wrong, I can consult other doctors and we can come up with a cure or at least something to slow down how the disease works as we look for a permanent solution," Adrian said and then he held my hand. It was awkward doing it before his parents and I gave him a killing glare but he just squeezed my hand and said, "Thank you so much Geel. We have tried figuring out what's wrong with mom and no doctor could tell us. Thank you," I smiled and I felt good that I could be of help.
"The reason why the doctors couldn't tell whether it was Almain's Syndrome is because it is progressing very slowly because in normal cases, it progresses very quickly and someone even never reaches the age of twenty. That's why I said that your mom must have very good karma," I told Adrian. who smiled at me gratefully.
After a lot of thanks and all that, which made me very awkward because I didn't know how to react, I told them that I had to go home.
They all looked at me and protested together but I insisted. Their mother had even asked servants to prepare a room for me. But I can't stay.
I can't stay with them longer. Their friendliness is creepy plus they seem to know something I don't. I just can't stay. What's with the way even their old man didn't ask more about me when he was told my name? They didn't even react when their son held my hand! They all behaved like it was the most natural thing in the world. I'm sure my dad would freak out.
They reiterated that I could come whenever I wanted but I ain't gonna do that. No. I can't. In fact, I wish I had stayed away from Adrian. Nevertheless, what's done is done and there is no need of crying over spilt milk. No need at all.
Adrian insisted on driving me home and I've still not come up with an excuse of how to make him not go with me. I tried many excuses like buying something in
the supermarket, visiting a friend and such but he still insisted on coming with me. I had forgotten that I had already told him that I don't have any friends just acquaintances.
Oh, hell! What's the worst that couod happen? He would hate me for being poor and I would go back to my normal life where I didn't have a tail.
Whatever happens, happens.