Lyla
“Lyla Arden?"
I looked up when the nurse called my name, slowly getting to my feet.
“Good luck," Melanie whispered next to me.
Fuck, if only.
My arms came to wrap around my body subconsciously; the friendly smile from the nurse made my anxiety spike even more than it had in the parking lot coming in. There was a part of me that wanted to turn around and run out the front door.
I didn't want to be confronted with whatever the truth the doctor was going to tell me. Whatever bullshit about managing my stress levels and keeping myself occupied whenever I felt myself falling into another spiral.
My eyes burned with the thought of being sent home with a big fat doctor's note telling me to GET SOME THERAPY in bold letters and underlined a bunch of times.
Hopefully, I didn't burst i
