Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

Doctor

Today Michael had a doctors appointment. He needed a checkup a routine checkup and Emma made (Y/n) take him.

"Do I have to go?" Michael asked while sitting on the floor playing with his toys. "You can bring Spider-Man with you." (Y/n) told him. "No shots?" Michael questioned, and his father shrugged. "I don't think you need any." He responded while getting his shoes on.

The two drove to the doctors office and lucky for Michael, they got stuck in traffic. By the time they got there Michael's appointment should've started ten minutes ago.

"So, how are you two?" The doctor asked as they walked into the room. "Good." Michael mumbled. Michael sat down on the bed and the doctor made him take his shoes off and stand back up.

"Let's see how tall you are shall we? Stand on this and make sure to stand up as straight as you can." The doctor instructed. Michael hopped on the scale and the doctor tried to find out how tall he was.

"Alright you can get off now. And you can sit back on the bed." The doctor shared. Michael sat back in his previous spot while the doctor got his stethoscope on. "So just take a few deep breaths in and a few deep breaths out for me." The doctor told him.

Michael took his deep breaths as the doctor moved the stethoscope around his chest. "Alright, heartbeats good." The doctor nodded and wrote something down.

After Michael was checked over and got all of his vitals written down, the doctor went through a file. "It looks like you just need one shot." The doctor told Michael, who's eyes went wide. "No." He told the doctor, shaking his head rapidly.

"It's okay, it'll be so quick. And I'll be right here the entire time." (Y/n) reassured, rubbing Michael's back. The doctor stepped out of the room quickly to go get the shot while (Y/n) tried to calm Michael down.

"You said I didn't need a shot!" Michael groaned. "I know, I didn't know you were supposed to get any." (Y/n) responded.

When the doctor came back Michael refused to let him go anywhere close to him. "Michael, it's okay. You can hold my hand the whole time." (Y/n) whispered while the doctor rubbed the wipe on his arm.

The shot was over quickly and Michael had a bandaid over his arm within the minute. And the best part was he got to have ice cream right after.

After a scoop of ice cream Michael forgot all about the doctors office and got to go home and play with his toys. It was a successful day if you ask Emma or (Y/n).