My Delicate Destruction: Book One of the Wolfegang Series Read Online Free Page A

water?”
    All I could do was nod. She lifted a glass of water to my lips and I took a sip. My mom’s eyes were tearing up and she came to stand next to the bed to hold my hand desperately.
    “Hey,” I said. My voice was barely even a whisper. My lips cracked and I could taste blood.
    “Baby, I was so worried,” Mom said, her voice choking up. “Don’t scare us like that again.” I wished I could comfort her, but I had no idea what happened. The last thing I remembered was being at Kevin’s house.
    “Where’s Kevin?” I asked. I looked around and didn’t see him. Maybe he was getting some coffee.
    Kris stayed back with our Dad, leaning against the wall. “He had to go to work, but he said he’d be back as soon as he could get someone to cover his shift,” my twin replied. He winked.
    I smiled back at him. I knew him better than myself, and that wink didn’t fool me. He was worried and stressed. His jiggling leg always gave him away.
    I wished I could figure out what happened. I was fine one moment and then the next I was gone, and I only had one beer. It couldn’t be more than simple dehydration; I mean I had spent all day in the sun. That had to be what it was. There was this feeling I couldn’t shake, one that made me wonder if maybe it was something else; something much worse. Hospitals gave me the creeps, and doomsday thinking was easy to jump to when the building reeked of the sick and dying.
    Finally my doctor walked in carrying my chart and followed by the nurse who had been in to see me earlier.
    “So we did a standard tox screen, and checked for possible drug use. It came back clean. There was nothing to indicate someone had slipped you Rohypnol. What we did find was an abnormality in your platelet levels.”
    I exchanged a look with my twin. After dealing with Kris’ cancer for years we knew what that could mean. Was that even possible? Could twins contract the same disease years apart?
    “We are going to need to draw some more blood before we can determine anything concrete. My nurse here will be able to help you.”
    Okay, I knew what he was checking for but there were a lot of things that could explain why I would pass out, throw up, sleep for days at a time, and then not sleep for a week. I thought it was kind of normal for someone my age. There was a lot of stress around midterms and finals. The college student who drank too much, or who crashes after studying for forty-eight hours straight; drinking nine Red Bulls or coffee was not unusual.
    The doctor looked almost curious. He eyed Kris, and I knew he recognized the signs of his recent chemotherapy. “I will be back with your test results as soon as possible. I will make sure they are rushed through the lab.” He left before any of us could possibly ask any more questions.
    The nurse came over and sterilized my arm before stabbing it with a needle. She took four vials of my blood and I felt even more lightheaded than before. I glared at her as she worked. I was even more convinced that the medical profession was sadistic.
    “Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “We’ll take good care of you.” She patted my arm after putting a SpongeBob Band-Aid on it. “The saline we have you hooked up to should help with the dizziness.” She swept away with most of my blood in those vials, or so it seemed.
    My mother softly approached me from the chair she had been sitting in near the door. “Baby,” she said carefully, as if I would shatter if she was too loud. “Your father and I have to go to work but your brother will stay here with you.”
    I nodded, almost relieved they were leaving. It was hard to see them so worried, and so uncomfortable. She kissed my forehead, and straightened, wiping tears away. My father just squeezed my hand and silently went out the door. Saying he was reserved was like saying the Pope was only a little religious.
    Kris perched on the edge of my bed and gave me his knowing look. “You know what it might be,