“Let’s see how you are on room air now that the diazepam has worn off. You were out about ninety minutes.”“My wife?” I asked.“Doctor Adams...was moved upstairs to Medicine about an hour ago. We’ll send you upstairs now that you’re awake.”“Kara?” I rasped.“I’ll have her brought in,” Doctor Crenshaw said. “Doctor Barton is here as well, along with some of your friends. Let me do a quick exam, and I’ll get both of them for you.”She checked my eyes, listened to my heart and breathing, and then called. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasnt going too well. I still hadnt made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so. What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?, shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with a genetic mutation that has been passed down through my mothers side of the family. It is known as Alexandrias. "I was waiting for you, Keri." He spoke very flatly, without any emotion, his face in the same state as well.She looked at him with more concern and said, "You were waiting for me. Why?"He didn't answer her and instead picked up the stapled sheaf of emails and tossed it onto the table in front of her. She took another glance at him and then reached for the papers. Her look of concern had shifted to one of curiosity, but soon it was replaced with shock. Her face lost its color as she looked from. .. astounded, surprised, confused, and worried, all at the same time."Jesse, you do get what I told you, right? What Debra was doing?" Well yeah. She was dressed up like a slut, dancing suggestively with other guys and not acting like a wife should, right? Janelle saw it, and now you are telling me, right?" Well ... yes... ?" there was an enquiring tone in Sam's voice."Same again then?" asked Jesse, gesturing at Sam's glass."What? Oh, yeah, I guess... ?"Jesse got up and bustled to the bar. Sam.