So I am doing Scarlett/Lizzie one shots. There will be fluff and some smut. If u do have any requests please let me know I need some dif ideas ;) I will be doing a lot.
This is an 18+ so if your under age or a male don't read please! Thanks x
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"Please call 255-xxx-6652 to confirm your doctor's appointment tomorrow at 4:30. We look forward to seeing you." Beeeep. You roll your eyes and shut the door behind you as you walk into your shitty studio apartment. You weren't fond of the doctor's, as most people weren't, but yearly physicals were encouraged.
You pick up your tiny home phone and dial the number from the message to confirm your appointment for tomorrow.
"Hi, yes... yes that's me... Ms.Ash isn't in? Any doctor's fine then...yes...okay thank you, see you tomorrow!"
click. A new doctor would be interesting.. Let's just hope she isn't rude or a bitch. ////////////////////
After work, you look to your wrist checking your watch and just with your luck it reads 4:10. Shit! You were gunna be late! You hop in the car and speed to the doctor's office. Driving with annoyance, even swearing at a few annoying drivers. Finally you park outside of the doctors, preparing to check in.
The lady at the front desk hands you some paperwork to fill out. So you get comfy in the waiting room to go do that. Scribbling down little information, mostly confused by the questions.
"Y/n Y/l/n?" You hear the practitioner call your name and you look up, giving her a warm smile. You follow her down the blindingly white hallways, taking in the smell of clean medical supplies and disinfectant. It makes you nerves heighten and your stomach twist with a sick feeling.
"Just take off your shoes so we can weigh you, please." You comply and step up on the scale. She takes your weight and height and directs you to the physical room. "How have you been feeling? Any issues lately?"
"Nope! Hopefully I'm as healthy as I feel," you laugh.
"That's good to hear. Has your heart been giving you any more issues since we put you on that medication a few months back?"
"Only slight problems, but that's to be expected. Nothing too bad." You reassure her.
"That's wonderful. I'll be right back and we can start on your vitals." You nod and the practitioner leaves the room. You glance around and stare at the photo of a dog on the wall, getting lost in the art.
There's the usual things on the table, like popsicle sticks, thermometers, the whole nine yards. You whistle aimlessly as you wait for her to return.
There's a quite knock on the door before it opens slightly, followed by a women walking in. "Sorry about the wait; the nurse was called to another room, but I can finish the check up for you."
The woman flashes you a bright smile, showing her shining white teeth.
"Oh, you must be my doctor today. Scarlett, was it?"
"That's me," she sits down with her laptop and types a few things in, "so today we're doing a complete physical, and we're thinking of prescribing you another type of medication for your heart, to lessen the symptoms you're getting." She tells you, placing her laptop on the table and standing to grab the sphygmomanometer.
