this man is so WEIIIRDDDD but i'll write abt him anyways
(what do you guys see in him 😭...........)
fem reader
doctor x patient relationship
maybe it was your stomach, or the pounding in your head— but all you felt was pain.
lately, you had been feeling.. not so well. you usually have your doctor's appointment during the day on a weekly basis. for a few days, you had seen your doctor and had told him of your symptoms, but the medicine he had prescribed you only lasted a few days. you felt the weird feeling again. your body was warmer than usual and you couldn't help but keep squeezing your legs more than normal. what was going on? if anything, the medicine only made you feel worse.
it was 2 hours before midnight, and you were anxiously looking at your phone. the maps app was open, a picture on the map displayed the hospital that you had your check-ups— it had closed around an hour ago. you exited out of the app and opened your contacts list, hopeful.
it just so happened that the first one was your doctor.
was he up at this time? you placed your phone on your lap, shaking your head. it's okay, you can wait until tomorrow, maybe. a sudden jolt caused you to shiver and your head was back to almost making you pass out.
"if anything regarding your symptoms bothers you, just call." his raspy, deep voice echoed in your mind.
the thought of meeting your doctor the next day disappeared. right now, you felt the worse of worse, and you couldn't wait until the next day. you pressed on his contact number and your phone began to ring, you cold phone touched your warm ear, and you let out a yelp before bringing back the phone, this time a little away from your ear.
'please pick up...' you wished.
ring..
ring...
ring....
"hello?"
your back straightened up as both of your hands held onto your phone.
"um, good afternoon, dr. dottore." you greeted, trying to sound normal.
"oh, y/n. did you call me for something?" dottore, your doctor, asked through the phone. his voice sounded like he had just woken up from a nap, and you were worrying if you had just woken him up— but right now, you had worries.
"yes. ugh, um. the medicine that you gave me isn't really effective, and i kinda feel worse now." you touched your forehead, feeling your self burning up.
"i see." dottore responded. "i'll be there in a few minutes."
'he's coming over?' you thought, suddenly panicking. your house wasn't the cleanest at the moment.
"uh, right now? are you sure?" you ask.
"of course." dottore said. "if my patient isn't feeling well, shouldn't i take care of it?"
"o-oh. alright." you agreed, then sent him your address.
you quickly got up from your seat and cleaned a few areas of your small apartment, sweeping away the large areas where you thought looked messy and quickly cleared them off. you felt yourself feeling worse and worse, but you ignored the painful feeling.
a few minutes later, a doorbell ring caused you to perk up and quickly head to the door. you opened it carefully, and saw a familiar blue haired male standing with a tired look on his face.
