~Michael~ (Short chapter I'm sorry! Longer one next time! Also warning for descriptive mentions of needles, if you have a phobia, I suggest skipping over, I will warning you when it is about to happen <3)
Over the next few days, I felt increasingly sick, from fever to oh-my-god-I-could-throw-up in the span of a week. I mostly laid in my nest, getting up to grab water and food when Noah couldn't for me. Speaking of Noah, he now sat in his chair as I laid under his desk, "You gotta get up hun." He sighed, I shook my head, "I don't wanna leave.." I truly only felt safe in my nest, or if I was right next to Noah. "Do we need to go see Rose?" He placed his shoe softly against my stomach, I whined and rolled over, "I don't want to.."
"Yeah, I'm texting her to come here." He said, doing it with our protest. "But I don't want to." I sat up, laying my head on his knee and huffing out my breath. "Just a quick check-up, I wanna make sure you're okay." He ruffled my hair, "C'mere." He patted his thigh, I stood up and climbed onto his thigh, letting him cup my face with one hand while the other rested on my waist.
We heard a knock on the door, I got off Noah's lap so he could open it, I crawled back under the desk, bringing my knees to my chest as I heard them casually talking.
"Are you under the desk again?— oh my god." Noah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in teasing disappointment. Rose smiled and kneeled down in front of me, "Hi, can I come in?" She had the sweetest smile, still reminding me of a motherly figure. Yet, I just didn't want her in here. It's my space..
I shook my head, "Alright, that's okay. Would you mind coming out and sitting on the chair then? It's totally okay to be nervous but I promise I'm just doing a check-up, nothing major." She held her hand out for me to grab, which I took, letting her help me to my feet, the world felt wobbly.
I sat down on Noah's chair, bringing one knee up. "How long have you worked here?" I tilted my head, I'm typically not one for small talk, but she intrigued me. "Almost five years, but before that I worked at the local hospital as a surgeon, a pretty good one too if I may flatter myself." She winked, grabbing out a thermometer, "Open your mouth." She looked down at me, I did as she asked. Noah watched from the corner of the room, leaning against the wall.
She placed the thermometer under my tongue and told me to close again. It was uncomfortable in my mouth, but it's not like I'm new to thermometers. After maybe a minute she pulled it out, "Your temperature is all good. Let me check your heartbeat." She grabbed a stethoscope, "Do you remember eating anything bad?" She rummaged through her bag.
I shook my head, "I haven't really eaten anything." I mumbled, it was true, the last thing I ate was an apple left over from Noah's breakfast since I didn't want a whole plate.
She nodded and pith the stethoscope in her ears, walking over to me and placing it on my chest.
"Breathe in." She began.
"Breathe out." She finished a few seconds later.
After a few seconds and a confused look on her face, she wrote something down on a note pad I couldn't see.
"Again, breathe in."
"Breathe out."
The second time she looked even more confused, which was kind of scary, not gonna lie. "Would it be okay if I just grabbed the tiniest blood sample from you?" She leaned her hands on her thighs to bend down. I looked at Noah, who nodded at me. "Okay.." I huffed.
"Great, come down to my office."
Her office was white and very clean, like a hospital, what would you expect? "Sit down here." She said, pointing to the bed in the middle of the room, I followed her orders, Noah sat in a plastic chair by the door, lovely moral support, I know.
(WARNING: Needles)
She lightly grabbed my arm, holding it in her gloved hand as she held a needle in the other. "Just a little prick." She smiled, catching me off guard as she plunged it into my vein, taking a few drops of blood before removing it.(Warning over)
"Okay, it'll take a day or two for the results to come in, I'll come find you when they do hun." She dismissed us both away.
I gotta wait two days before I can get any sort of treatment, fun.
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