Evan sat up, feeling a little dizzy and weak but otherwise okay. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to get enough nerve to move from his room. He sighed and rose to his feet. He swung the door open but paused at his mother's glare. "I'm really okay, it's nothing," he persuaded. "This has happened before."<br/><br/>"Evan!" his mother replied, clipped and loud as if the volume would drive him back. The phone grasped in her hand appeared to be hung up. "You need<em>rest</em>right now! I have an appointment set up for you in two days and the nice nurse there recommends that you don't stress yourself until then." Her voice was still cracking in odd places. "And I'm calling the school in the morning. You aren't going until the doctor sees you."<br/><br/>'I hate this,' he backed up, retreating to his room's sanctuary. His mother was too worried to talk reasonably. He closed his door and grabbed a pillow, punching it into submission. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought bitterly. He bit the pillow to keep from screaming and yelling his frustration.