Me, Myself and My Cardiologist

Chapter two

It takes me approximately ten minutes to walk to the cardiologist. I push the doors open with a small amount of force and walk quickly to the desk. "Um, hi. I'm here for an appointment." I tell the dude behind the desk. "Name please," He says, monotone. "Joanne Fletcher." He quickly types my name in. "Okay since you're a first time patient just fill out this paper work and bring it back to me, then a nurse should be here to collect you shortly." He informs me and I give him a nod, taking the clipboard and the pen from his clammy hands. I find a seat in the nearly empty waiting room and begin to fill out the paperwork that requires my basic information. It only takes me about five minutes to fill in the papers and I hand them back to the receptionist. I pull my phone from my bag and check it to make sure nothing important is happening while i'm gone. "Joanne Fletcher." A high pitched voice calls and i rise and follow the nurse to the station where she takes my blood pressure, temperature, height and weight before leading me to the exam room. She asks me a few basic questions before dismissing herself and telling me the doctor will be in in a few moments. I take a deep breath and begin to wonder about this new doctor. I've had the same cardiologist my whole life and now i'm switching and putting my life into someone else's hands and that makes me incredibly nervous.
Back home Dr. Blake had taken care of me and my heart problems since birth, and he had performed all of my surgeries. I trusted the guy with my life but he retired and recommended me to this Cardiologist, causing me to move all the way from New York to here in Chicago. I hated this stupid heart problem, it controlled my whole life. As I a kid I couldn't play sports, I couldn't go to school regularly, I couldn't eat all the junk other kids could I just couldn't enjoy life and now it's caused me to move to a whole new city and start all over. I mean I guess that's not entirely a bad thing but I hate that this disease controls every single aspect of my life.
As I'm mulling over my thoughts I don't even here the door open. "Hello, I'm Dr. Beckham I'm your new cardiologist." A devilishly handsome man says, stepping into the exam room and closing the door behind him. His hazel eyes catch mine and a smile spreads across his face as he sets his computer on the counter and pulls up a chair. "Joanne Fletcher?" He asks and I merely nod. "Is that what you preferred to be called?" He asks, scanning his computer before turning back to me. "um, you can call me Joey I guess." I say sheepishly, my cheeks heating up. Normally I am not easily flustered but this man is terribly beautiful. "That's cute, I like it. You can call me Gavin if you like." He smiles fully, showing off gorgeous white teeth and dimples. "Okay, but if you don't mind me asking how old are you?" I push, wondering how someone so young looking could be a cardiologist. "I'm twenty four, but this isn't about me this is about you. Now alot of your information didn't transfer so i'm going to have to ask you some questions okay?" "That's fine." I shrug. "Okay so one of the few things I do know is that you have cardiomyopathy. So tell me, diagnosed or born?" "Born," I answer bluntly as he types the information quickly into his computer. "Okay and how many surgeries have you undergone?" I tell him that i've had fifteen. He continues to ask me many more questions about myself and my disease and I answer them quickly and easily. After what seems like hours the questioning stops and he rises to his feet. "I apologize for the interrogation. Let's see how you're doing." he says moving the stethoscope from his neck into his ears. My heart begins to beat rapidly. Oh no, this incredibly hot guy is about to listen to my heart beat.
"Nervous are we?" he says laughing a bit once he listens to my heart beat. He pulls away and does a few more routine things before returning to his computer. "So," I egg him on. "Well miss Fletcher, you seem to be in incredible shape despite your condition. It's quite rare i'm actually genuinely surprised. I would just say keep doing what you're doing, stay on your meds, but I do think instead of once a month your appointments need to be every week, I would like to keep a close eye on you," He says, causing a slight blush on my cheeks. "Doctor, I really don't think that's necessary. I know my condition well, I can handle myself. I'm a big girl." I say sternly, really not wanting to have to face the handsome devil once a week. He lets out a loud laugh, "that maybe true but I am the doctor here." He says shooting me a wink. "Whatever," I mumble rolling my eyes. "Oh and Joey before you go, I think you're gonna need this." Dr. Beckham says handing me a small card with scribble on it. "Why would I need your phone number?" I ask squinting to read the print. "Never know." He smirks. "If I didn't know any better Doctor, I'd say you were flirting with me." I say, sending the guy a small glare. "And who's to say I wasn't? Have a nice day miss Fletcher." He says before disappearing around the corner leaving me in the middle of the hallway. What a day.