What We Are - N.H

Fifty Two

MABEL'S P.O.V

"Mabel...... MAbel!!" sighing, I began to wriggle out of my warm burrito of blankets. My throat was so dry and sore and my chest felt very heavy.

"MABEL O'REILLY DON'T MAKE ME DRAG YOU OUT OF THAT BED!!!" Mum shouted up the stairs. Great, I almost forgot, we are taking a trip down to the doctors this morning. Mum keeps telling herself it will just be a checkup because she thinks I'm fine but I know that she knows I'm really not.

Slowly, I hauled myself out of my cosy bed and walked across the room, pulled open the curtains and breathed in the fresh air that was blowing in through the open window. Just as I inhaled, my whole body shuddered and I began to cough and splutter as the cold air choked me.

"Oh darling are you okay?" mum burst through the door, and tried to calm me down by placing her small hand on my back, rubbing up and down, easing my pain. She grabbed my inhaler from the shelf and literally shoved it in my mouth, pumping the gas down my throat.

"Come on downstairs and we'll get you your medication." she said, guiding me out of the room, still coughing. As much as I hated the meds, this time, I wasn't going to protest.

Sitting down on the sofa, I carefully rubbed my chest and tried to breathe slowly. By the time mum had brought over the eight pills and a glass of water, I had stopped coughing and my breathing had returned to some what normal.

After downing the water and tablets, I thought it would be a good idea to get dressed, seeing as the appointment was in thirty minutes and I was still in my pyjamas.

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"Miss O'Reilly, Doctor McCarthy will see you now" said the grumpy receptionist in her boring monotone voice. After at least an hour of waiting to be called, we finally made our way down the long corridor to the last room on the left.

'Dr. R McCarthy' the cheap looking gold plated plaque on the door read. R for Ross, he told us to call him that last time.

Today I felt nervous in a way. I wasn't nervous because I know I'm ill, but because I was slightly worried that my concentration wouldn't fully be on Doctor McCarthy. I know it sounds completely crazy, but its because he's Irish. The one thing I do not want to happen is the thought of Niall to cross my mind while I'm in there. I have done so well for almost three days to not miss him as much as I had expected, but now I'm scared that he's going to explode into my mind when I try to think.

Luckily, Ross is very hot, he has dark brown hair that he carelessly pushes onto the top of his head by running his fingers trough it. Its shaved around the edges but its not to short and it has a good bit of length on the top; sometimes he has it in a man bun which, if I wasn't with Niall, would have killed me a long time ago. He has deep green eyes, reminding me of Harry, and he has a smile that could brighten any ones day. He's only young, fresh from uni, twenty one at the oldest.

I was hoping that today, his looks might keep my mind from wandering off and thinking about Niall; and considering my top has to come off every time we visit the surgery, I guess its an added bonus that he's pretty damn gorgeous.

"come in" his strong Irish accent called quickly after mum knocked. I could feel my heart begin to race and my tummy started to flutter.

"Ah Mabel, Mrs.O"Reilly" he gently shook mine and mums hands, directing us to sit in the two uncomfortable looking chairs in front of his desk.

"how are you both? any juicy gossip you need to update me on" he laughed, I wasn't really sure what he meant, but before I was able to get a word in, my mum quickly erupted into speach.