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I was going to retort about Cassie lording her knowledge over me by using computer jargon to make me sound stupid, but Melody came through the bathroom door connecting our dorm rooms. “Hey, Nora. I have to go to the student health clinic to get my vaccines. You promised to come with me.”
I stood up and adjusted my soccer shorts. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
We walked to the clinic. Melody’s face looked white as a sheet. I rubbed her back as we walked. “Melody, it will be okay. Shots aren’t really that bad.”
“Won’t they hurt?”
“Just a little,” I said. “It hurts worse to get a paper cut.”
“Oh, I hate those,” she said.
“I’ll be with you,” I said.
We got to the health center and sat in the lobby. There were about twelve students in the waiting room. Most of them looked like international students. They talked among themselves and didn’t come near us or try to make friends. I guess I could have initiated contact, but I just sat beside Melody as she filled out the health survey they asked her to fill out.
“Should I put my bladder control problems down?” she asked me. “I thought it was supposed to be secret.”
“Yes,” I said. “Answer everything truthfully and completely. The doctors and nurses can’t share the information with other people.”
She started writing and then stopped when she got to the end. She got up and turned in the clipboard. While she wrote I got out my tablet and started reading ahead in my textbooks. The English textbook was interesting to me and I almost got lost before I heard the nurse call out a name.
“Melody Franklin.”
“That’s me,” said Melody.
We went into the room. The nurse looked at me, but Melody smiled. “Nora is here for moral support. I’ve never had a shot before.”
“Yeah, you will need quite a few shots. Well, let’s go.” She led us into an exam room and directed Melody to sit on an exam table. I sat in a chair in the room and we waited. In no time a nurse came in with a tray with about six shots on it.
She held Melody’s arm and took the first needle. Melody stared at the needle and tensed her arm muscle. I knew it would hurt worse. “Hey Melody, it won’t be that bad. Just look at me and it will be over soon.”
She stared at me and then let out a squeak as the nurse gave her the first vaccine. The needle didn’t bother her at all, but I know she felt a major discomfort when the nurse pressed the plunger on the syringe.
“You did it,” I said. “Just five more.” I will say that Melody was pretty brave. She didn’t cry or act like a baby at all.
When the shots were over the nurse looked at me. “Okay, Nora, I need to talk to Melody about something she wrote down on her medical survey sheet. I think she will want privacy for this. Wait in the lobby and we will be out shortly.”
I left Melody in there alone. I wondered if I should have. In the long run she was fine. I walked out of the room and waited. I thought it would be about ten minutes to talk about whatever she wrote, which was probably about incontinence. However, I sat down playing games or reading from my tablet. I thought she would never get out of there, but she finally came out after two hours and she did not look happy.
“Are you okay,” I asked. She didn’t answer, but left the clinic. I followed and she took my hand.
“What’s wrong, Melody?”
She pulled me behind some trees and just started balling? I held her against me and let her cry on my shoulder.
“Was it the shots? They are over now?”
“It’s not the shots,” she whispered. She sobbed and hiccuped before being able to talk again. “They asked about my incontinence and then ran some tests. They couldn’t find anything wrong and my lack of medical history meant there were no medical records. There is nothing wrong we me other than weak bladder muscles. My mommy told me all my life that something was wrong with me and that is why I needed diapers, but I think she was trying to keep me as her baby.” She sobbed and then sniffled. “Why would she do that?”
I was appalled. “Are you saying your mother just didn’t potty train you?”
She nodded. “I could have been a normal girl and gotten a boyfriend.”
“No one says you can’t still be a normal girl,” I said. “Now that you know, you can train yourself.”
She looked at me. “But the scholarship….”
“There is no question you need diapers,” I said, “but I won’t tell Bets if you want to try to put diapers behind you.”
She gave me a hug. I smiled. I wondered if any of us would have an actual need for diapers before four years were up.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Seventeen.
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