Toph43

"I think I wear my soul inside out." "What?" "My soul. It's inside out." "That's…a strange thing to say." "I have all the symptoms though." "And what are the symptoms of this…disea-" "It's not a disease." "All right. What are the symptoms, then?" "I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun." "Fun?" "You know…parties and alcohol and…normal things. Like that." "Oh." "What?" "Nothing. What do you care too much about?" "Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel.

"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all." "I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?" "There is nothing wrong with you." "Can you say that again?" "I said, you aren't sick!" "Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway." "You're a hypochondriac." "What?! Listen you-" "Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing." "Fine!" * "So. What did the doctor say?" "That it's complicated." "Complicated?" "Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out." "Really?" "You sound skeptical." "You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class." "Yes." "And about h