Chapter 13: And I don’t want the world to see me
“Why do you lie?”
Thirteen had never been asked that pergunta before, and really, she had no idea how to answer.
Thirteen had never supposed Kutner the type to ask her perguntas she couldn’t answer, but then, she never supposed him the type to be able to extricate information from her without even trying, either.
She finally decided on “Because it’s none of people’s business.”
“What’s not?” Kutner asked.
“Anything,” Thirteen answered shortly.
Truth be told, Thirteen didn’t really know what cause her to be so secretive. She’d told herself it was the fear of other doctors pulling her medical history and finding out about her mother, but she wasn’t sure if that was true anymore. They were going to find out soon enough, and she was still keeping secrets.
“Does the blood test you took have anything to do with how your mom died?” Kutner asked suddenly.
Thirteen’s eyes grew wide. He couldn’t have pulled her medical history. He didn’t even know her name. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He knew her last name. She didn’t know if that was enough. She had know idea how many Hadleys there were in New Jersey, Kutner might have been able to guess her ano of birth and go off that, though.
“Why?” she asked, struggling to sound casual.
“Just wondering?” Kutner shrugged, not looking at her.
Thirteen was silent.
“It is,” Kutner concluded.
“What?” Thirteen asked quickly. “What makes you say that?”
“First,” Kutner began, finally looking at her. “Your reaction just now. Second, if it wasn’t, you would have told me. So it must be something genetic, right?”
“Right,” Thirteen sighed, resigning herself to the fact that Kutner had already figured that much out.
“Why do you always hold everything so tight to your chest?” Kutner asked.
“Because it’s none of your business,” Thirteen answered.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t care,” Kutner’s attention was focused back on the samples they were testing.
“It means you shouldn’t care,” Thirteen replied.
“Clearly something’s wrong,” Kutner turned to her once again and Thirteen saw nothing but worry in his eyes. His motives were pure. “I’m concerned. Whatever you tested yourself for came back positive, and whatever ‘something’ is, it’s serious because it killed your mom.”
Thirteen sighed and looked away. Kutner was hitting a little to close to home, and it was her fault he knew there was a problem.
“Why do you lie?”
Thirteen had never been asked that pergunta before, and really, she had no idea how to answer.
Thirteen had never supposed Kutner the type to ask her perguntas she couldn’t answer, but then, she never supposed him the type to be able to extricate information from her without even trying, either.
She finally decided on “Because it’s none of people’s business.”
“What’s not?” Kutner asked.
“Anything,” Thirteen answered shortly.
Truth be told, Thirteen didn’t really know what cause her to be so secretive. She’d told herself it was the fear of other doctors pulling her medical history and finding out about her mother, but she wasn’t sure if that was true anymore. They were going to find out soon enough, and she was still keeping secrets.
“Does the blood test you took have anything to do with how your mom died?” Kutner asked suddenly.
Thirteen’s eyes grew wide. He couldn’t have pulled her medical history. He didn’t even know her name. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He knew her last name. She didn’t know if that was enough. She had know idea how many Hadleys there were in New Jersey, Kutner might have been able to guess her ano of birth and go off that, though.
“Why?” she asked, struggling to sound casual.
“Just wondering?” Kutner shrugged, not looking at her.
Thirteen was silent.
“It is,” Kutner concluded.
“What?” Thirteen asked quickly. “What makes you say that?”
“First,” Kutner began, finally looking at her. “Your reaction just now. Second, if it wasn’t, you would have told me. So it must be something genetic, right?”
“Right,” Thirteen sighed, resigning herself to the fact that Kutner had already figured that much out.
“Why do you always hold everything so tight to your chest?” Kutner asked.
“Because it’s none of your business,” Thirteen answered.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t care,” Kutner’s attention was focused back on the samples they were testing.
“It means you shouldn’t care,” Thirteen replied.
“Clearly something’s wrong,” Kutner turned to her once again and Thirteen saw nothing but worry in his eyes. His motives were pure. “I’m concerned. Whatever you tested yourself for came back positive, and whatever ‘something’ is, it’s serious because it killed your mom.”
Thirteen sighed and looked away. Kutner was hitting a little to close to home, and it was her fault he knew there was a problem.