My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

Doctors appointment

AMELIA'S POV

As we walked into Austin's office, I couldn't help but feel a wave of dread wash over me. The familiar smell of antiseptic and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights did nothing to ease my anxiety. I didn't want to be here, but Taylor was right, I needed to see Austin, especially since I was feeling so miserable. We approached the front desk where Austin's new nurse, Jess, was standing. She looked up when she saw us.

"Hey, Jess," Taylor greeted her with a soft smile.

"Hey, Taylor, how's it going?" Jess replied, smiling back at her.

"Does Austin have any openings today?" Taylor asked, her voice laced with concern.

I could feel her eyeing me out of the corner of her gaze, clearly worried about how I was feeling.

"Yeah, he's got an opening right now if that works for you," Jess said, a little surprised but willing to help.

"Perfect," Taylor responded. "Can Amelia possibly take that appointment? She's not feeling well at all today."

"Of course, you two can head on back to one of the rooms. I'll let Austin know you're in there." Jess smiled warmly at me, but I could tell she was already making a mental note to inform Austin about the situation.

"Thanks, Jess," Taylor said as she guided me down the hallway to one of the exam rooms.

I followed her quietly, trying to ignore the gnawing discomfort in my stomach. Once inside the room, Taylor helped me sit down on one of the chairs, and we waited a few minutes until Austin came in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He looked at us, a bit confused as he stepped forward.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes flicking between Taylor and me.

His voice was calm, but I could tell he was curious why we were here. Taylor gave me a pointed look, silently asking me to explain.

I hesitated for a second before muttering, "My throat and stomach hurt."

"And she's burning up," Taylor added, glancing at me with a concerned look. "Definitely has a fever too."

Austin nodded, taking note of my flushed face.

"Alright, come on up and let's take a look at you," he said gently.

I cringed at the idea of getting examined but slowly climbed onto the exam table anyway.

"We'll start off with your temperature," Austin said, his tone reassuring.

He placed the thermometer in my ear, and I winced slightly at the cool touch. It beeped, and he pulled it out with a frown.

"It's definitely high. We'll get you some fever reducer for that," Austin said, his voice full of understanding.

He put the thermometer away and grabbed his otoscope and a tongue depressor.

"Open up for me," he instructed, and I did as he said, albeit reluctantly.

As he checked my throat, I could feel it throbbing, making me want to pull away, but I forced myself to stay still.

"It's really red and irritated," Austin remarked, grabbing a swab from the counter and walking back toward me. "I'm going to need to test for strep."

I recoiled immediately.

"No way. You're not sticking that down my throat," I said, my voice trembling.

"Amelia, we need to check for strep so I can get you started on antibiotics if that's what's going on," Austin explained, his tone calm but firm. "You don't want to spread it to anyone else."

I shook my head frantically. "No way, Austin."

Taylor looked at me sympathetically. "Please, just let him do it, Amelia. It'll only take a second, and it'll be over before you know it."

I hesitated, the fear rising in my chest, but eventually, I relented with a small whimper.

"Fine," I mumbled, reluctantly climbing back onto the table.

"Thanks, hun," Austin said kindly.

I opened my mouth again, and he swiftly swabbed the back of my throat. The feeling of the cotton scraping my tonsils made me gag, and I fought to keep myself from gagging too much.

"It's done," Austin said quickly, taking the swab and placing it in the testing tube. "Now, let's check out your stomach."

I winced at the mention of my stomach.

"Please don't, it hurts," I whispered, shrinking back a little.

Austin's expression softened. "I'll be really gentle, I promise. I just need to make sure it's nothing serious."

I hesitated for a moment longer before finally lying back on the table, my stomach aching with every movement. Austin carefully pressed his hands against my abdomen, but even his gentle touch made me wince and squirm.

"Just seems like a stomach bug," Austin concluded after a moment, his voice soothing. "I'll give you something for that as well."

He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a few bottles, preparing a prescription. I sat up slowly, still feeling fragile, and watched him.

"Austin, can I get down now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Give me one more minute, hun," he said softly. "I just want to give you something to reduce that fever." He grabbed an alcohol wipe and a syringe from the counter. My heart began to race.

I had a horrible feeling I knew what was coming next.

"Austin, please no," I whimpered, my eyes wide with fear.

The thought of getting another needle made my stomach churn.

"It'll help, Amelia," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "I know it's tough, but it'll be quick, I promise."

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the dread building inside me as he swabbed my arm with the alcohol wipe. I could feel the coldness of it against my skin, and before I could prepare myself, I felt the needle prick into my arm. I yelped and jerked slightly, but Austin kept his hand steady, administering the medication quickly. I could barely hold back the tears, but I didn't move, even as my arm throbbed.

"It's okay, you're doing great," Austin said soothingly, pulling the needle out and placing a small bandage over the site.

"You can get down now if you want," he said, clearly trying to move past the difficult part. "I'll check the results of your strep test."

I climbed off the table slowly, still feeling dizzy from the whole ordeal. Austin glanced at the test results, then turned back to me.

"Looks like you have strep, Amelia," he said softly, going over to his desk to write something down. "I'll grab you prescriptions for that and the stomach infection."

Taylor took the prescription from him, and we left the office soon after, me still feeling a bit dazed from everything. We stopped by the drugstore to pick up my prescriptions, and I was glad to be heading home. As soon as we got back, I went straight to my bed, curling up under the covers and hoping the rest of the day would pass quickly. I didn't like being sick, not one bit.