Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 14

I scowled and sat back, rubbing my palms together.

"Mrs. Bradford, you seem very against of doctors ?" Dr. Shanon spoke, smiling warmly. 

I blinked and looked away, turning red in embarrassment. It was not like that I was afraid of doctors but I just had an instant disliking towards them and this could not be cured. It was just in my fibres.

I sighed, noticing Dr. Shanon as he scribbled something on his sheet. He looked up, nodding to Mr. Bradford. 

"If she says she will take care of herself, then, there is no need for blood test otherwise..." He trailed, making me glare at him.

See, this is what I was saying!

"I. Will. Take. Care. Of. Myself. Now, would you please move on from this topic?" I gritted out, forcing a smile on my face which was too sweet, unlike me.

The doctor raised his eyebrow but nodded slightly. 

"So, Mr. Bradford, please tell me about your sleeping schedule." He spoke, taking a new piece of paper and looking expectantly at my husband.

I inwardly smirked as the answer he got was thick silence.

Dr. Shanon cleared his throat and looked away, clearly awkward. Poor, poor white teeth doctor. I scoffed inwardly as he attempted to ask another question.

"Do you have any health issues or something you would want to share?" Another lame question but answer was same, cold silence.

Dr. Shanon sighed, pondering what to do probably.

"Have you both faced any sexual problems till now?" He asked, frowning. 

My eyes widened while my husband's head snapped towards him with a lightening speed.

This time, the answer was not silence,

"That... was a personal question." He deadpanned, straightening his spine.

"And, Mr. Bradford,  you go to doctor if you face any problem! It is my job to provide you with a good diet here and you would have to cooperate with me." He spoke, annoyed with constant denials. 

My tongue clicked, praising this brave doctor to raise his voice at my husband. 

"It seems you don't love your job." Mr. Bradford spat, tilting his head at him.

"I do love it and that is why I am asking you again to cooperate, sir." Shanon spoke calmly, shrugging. 

Poor doctor that he has to handle with two psychic people who don't know how to control their anger.

'You don't say anything about my husband and me, you get that?' I retorted back inwardly to my sub conscious who was continuously snorting.

Oh, yeah?

Yo—

"... and what if I don't cooperate?" My husband challenged, rasing his eyebrow a millimeter.

Okay, this was getting serious than I thought.

I coughed, grabbing the attention of both males.

"Can we have this session some other time? I would really want to visit some places here." I offered, my jaw hurting with smiling constantly. 

Fuck, when did I become so calm and serene?

"If that is what you want, Mrs. Bradford." Dr. Shanon smiled, clearing up his desk before turning to me.

"Call me Caitlyn, please." I muttered balatantly, ignoring the holes digging through my skin.

"Sur—" He was cut off, I must add, very very rudely.