Lemon and Sugar- DNF

23~peppermint~23

What do we like? VOTES!!! How do we get them??? YOU CLIKC THE BUTTON IDIOT!

Tw (I think it's necessary):
- briefly mentions past self harm (scars)
-mentions of hospitals

Ringing the doctors wasn't too hard and Dream managed to get Adelia an appointment for ten which he's currently driving to, the small, coughing brunette in the back. Each time he thinks she might be okay another cough can be heard from the backseat, wrenching on his poor heart that's had it's heartstrings tugged on every night he's stayed up with her.

No one wants to take their seven month old to the doctors because they've got a fever that won't seem to leave no matter how many remedies they try from the internet. Because knowing that what him and George do isn't going to help her in any way hurts a lot more than it should, causing the headache he's gained from lack of sleep to worsen.

Biting his lip, he turns into the car park for the doctors, taking deep breaths to calm himself before he steps out of the car door. As much as he's willing to take Adelia in because she's clearly unwell, George isn't the only one whose had unfortunate experiences with doctors. Though he supposes he's moved on easier, after all, the source of his problems was his mother who he rid from his life a few years ago after a restraining order or two was put in place for both him and his sister. 

He opens Adelias door and lifts her out of the car seat, pulling her small body close to his chest as he shuts the door and locks the car before making his way towards the building. It's all white with greyed over windows, honestly it doesn't really look like a doctors office at all.

With a sigh Dream pushes the door open, allowing the strangely minty scent of the reception fill his nostrils as his eyes gaze around from wall to wall. The small brunette in his arms coughs, reminding him why he's truly here.

He makes his way towards the desk where a lady sits, here badge reads off as Hannah and she flashes a quick smile at him before he speaks.

"Hi, uh, I'm Dream and I booked an appointment with Dr. Puffy for my daughter Adelia at ten", he holds Adelia slightly forwards to sort of show what he means whilst awkwardly shuffling on his feet. He's never really been good with doctors appointments and things like that, social anxiety seeming to get the better of him at all the worst times.

The lady behind the desk clicks a few buttons on her computer before her eyes return to Dreams.

"Dr Puffy is waiting for you now", she smiles, "Just go down the hall and it's the first door on the left".

Dream nods affirmatively and pulls Adelia close, the warmth of her body close to his in protection. A hand reaches up to feel her forehead as he walks in the direction the nice receptionist pointed him, it's burning up even after he gave her some Calpol.

The cough has gotten worse over the past few days, keeping both him and George awake to tend to her whenever she cries out. It's horrible that she can't explain what she's feeling, tell them what help she needs or what's really wrong because it means they have to guess.

There's a wooden door in front of him with a small plaque that reads off as 'Puffy', so, assuming it's the right door, he gives it a small knock and takes a step back. There's some shuffling around behind the door for a moment before it's pulled open by a woman in her early thirties.

"You must be Dream", she speaks as her eyes meet his, sort of analysing him in a way, "And this must be Adelia", she glances down at the small brunette in his arms who lets out a cough in response, a small cry following directly after.

"Take a seat", the lady smiles as she sits herself down and types some things into her computer. Dream sits down opposite her on the blue, comfy chair, Adelia pulled close to him, hugging him like a koala bear.