You and Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK THREE

Chapter 9

He didn't let go of my hand the entire time. We walked through a building that was nothing but white. My neck was bandaged in the car to prevent people from wondering what had happened. When we got to the front desk, the receptionist looked at Master and nodded before she started typing. She didn't speak to him unless he asked her to. He's got everyone under his spell.

"Is she ready for us?" Master asked. The receptionist nodded and handed him a key. A key? I thought we were just going to the doctors. I thought, but didn't question. He took the key and smiled at her before we continued our walk. We arrived at a door that read, Dr. Shey 195. He slid the key into the door knob and the door clicked before he opened it. He didn't even have to twist it.

"Mr. Escala!" Dr. Shey exclaimed as soon as we walked through the door. She winked at him and encompassed him with a hug. He kissed her on the cheek and winked back. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes behind her large glasses.

She was very beautiful. She has a slight Philippino accent and appearance. Her long black hair was half up-half down and her attire was very simple: a white blouse with khaki pants and brown sandals. She held a clipboard and a pen was tucked behind her ear. Her makeup consisted of a small winged eyeliner and red lips.

"Please remove your clothes. I need to examine your body. You may leave your undergarments on," Dr. Shey said. She motioned for me to hurry up. I quickly removed my outer layer and set the articles on a stool. I stood straight up as she looked at me.

"Sit down on the table please. I'm going to take your temperature, record your heart rate, and perform a basic check up. Height, weight, stuff like that," the doctor said. She put the stethoscope plugs into her ears and placed the cold metal circle on my chest, back, and stomach, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths.

"Heart rate sounds good. Let's get your blood pressure," she got the sleeve off of the wall and secured it onto my upper arm. I felt it tightening around my arm. It stopped for a moment then it deflated.

"110/62. Not bad at all," She told me. Then she stuck a thermometer under my tongue. It took about a minute before it beeped.

"98.3. She's doing good so far, Mr. Escala. Let's record your height and weight now." she showed me to the scale and I stepped on it.

"135. You're good for your height," she told me. I managed to smile at her before she got my height.

"67.25. That's about 5 ft. 7 in. You're healthy. But let's check out this bandage on the back of your neck. The blood is seeping through," I took note of how she didn't ask how I received the wound. She just wanted to look at it. I felt her removing the bandages and I flinched when the tape ripped off some of the scabbing. I could feel blood dripping down the back of my neck.

"Oh my..." I heard her whisper. I shut my eyes. "You need stitches and I think it's infected. I am going to clean it out then stitch it up and rebandage it. You will need to change the bandage every 3 hours. In about 2 weeks the stitches should dissolve. If they haven't by then, you need to come back to me and we will examine it. If it's still infected or if it starts to bust open, come to me. I will also give you antibiotics and steroids to help with the pain and healing process. This might hurt a little," she said as she opened an alcohol wipe and wiped the blood off of the surrounding areas. It stung a little bit but not enough to make me flinch.

"Now I'm just going to pour some hydrogen peroxide onto it. This should only feel like water," Dr. Shey informed me. I nodded and tilted my head towards the ground. She poured the liquid directly onto the wound and I immediately heard it bubbling. It felt cold. I felt her gently wipe it with a clean towel, then she poured more onto it. She repeated this process many more times before it stopped bubbling.

"There, that looks a lot better. Now I'm going to numb the area so you won't feel the stitching. All you should feel is a pinch them a numbing sensation," She said right as she poked a needle into my skin. After about 2 minutes the entire back of my neck was numb. I didn't feel her stitching me up at all.

"All done. Now I'm just going to clean up the blood and bandage you up. I'll also put some creams onto your scrapes and cuts to keep them clean and free of infection. They should be scabbed up by tomorrow." I really liked her, despite the given situation.

She placed a thick bandage over my neck wound then rubbed some tingling cream that I didn't know the name of all over my arms and legs. Why is he trying to heal me? I thought to myself as I looked over at Master. He seemed so evil when I first met him and now he seems so nice and secluded.

"Now please stand up so I can examine your body and determine what needs to be fixed," Dr. Shey said with a stony expression. I gulped. Plastic surgery. I stood up and placed my hands at my side. She poked and prodded at my face and ran her fingers through my hair. She cleared her throat and Master looked up.

"I want her hair to be dark brown and shorter. I want her cheekbones lifted and her lips fuller. I want her breasts to be a cup size up, her hips to be wider, her buttocks to be rounder and her thighs thinner. That's all." Master listed all of the fixing he wanted done to me. The doctor scribbled away on her clipboard.

"Are you allergic to anything?" She asked me. I shook my head. "Any medical conditions?" I shook my head again.

"She's good to go, Mr. Escala. Let me get her medications. Her surgeries will be in exactly 1 month. We will perform them all at once. We have new technologies that allow us to modify your body without cutting you open. You will not need to heal. This may not be government approved but I've undergone many of these surgeries and I am alive and well today." she smiled at me and I could feel myself shaking. She turned around and left the room, returning only moments later to hand Master a bag with my medications.

"She needs to take these for 2 weeks. 3 times a day. One of each with breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Do not skip and do not take with alcohol," Dr. Shey informed both Master and me. I nodded.

"You may put your clothes back on," Dr. Shey told me as she handed me my shirt and pants. I thanked her and put them back on.

"I'll see you in a month!" She exclaimed as she shook my hand vigorously. After that she left the room and Master took my hand again.

We exited the room and returned to the main desk where the lady handed Master a summary of today's visit. He folded it up and put it in his back pocket. After that, we left the building and loaded back into the car.

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HEY GUYS IM SO FAKIN SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR THE LONGEST TIME. IT WAS THE BUSIEST TIME OF MY LIFE AND I HOPE YOU CAN FIND IT IN YOUR BLACK LITTLE HEARTS TO FORGIVE ME. DX