Forgive me

Six: Hospital Duties

Hey A/N, please don't mind the quickness, I've been working and tired lately, and I want to give you the best I can but I've been so stressed out. Please don't hate or question. Please understand this is a fan-fiction, don't be pressed about it. Also, if it's not rightly grammar or anything I'm sorry.

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I'm parked. The drive was hell, I'm worrying about everything at this very moment, I wish I brought Meghan though, a friend would've helped, but I'm alone. I looked at the hospital building for a few minutes before exiting my vehicle, the pain grows intensely as I'm moving making me wince also groan at the same time. I'm entering the hospital which terrifies me as I see the front desk, then the waiting area, and the side where the rest the building goes. She looks up noticing me as I hold my stomach walking towards the desk.

"How may I help you?" She asked with a lift-head looking right at me then back at her computer screen, I let out a sigh. 

"I need to go in," I answer trying to speak as she waits for a response, "I'm feeling really bad pain and.. It's unusual." She types it out, then coughs grabbing something from the desk, then handing me a clip-board with paper work on it, of course, papers. 

"Okay, name?" 

"Joey Graceffa." I've answered while grabbing the pen from the small holder near the edge, bunch of colorful pencils and pens. So much you don't have to worry about waiting to fill paper-work. 

After writing everything, I hand her it and wait in the waiting room, fidgeting nervously. I'm sitting here overthinking everything. Please let it be a quick visit, not a long one. I lift my phone and decide to calm by looking through social media, my fans tweeting me or something. I decide to check my messages seeing Meghan has texted me, asking if I'm okay and what they said, which I'm not sure yet.

I've never really been to a hospital in a while, maybe three years ago but that's all. I've dealt with sickness in a regular day, but not major. Now, I'm sitting here hoping I'm not pregnant or have anything wrong with me. It's that damn party! 

"Joey Graceffa?" I hear a woman's voice I get up and walk over, I'm not feeling good at this moment. 

As she took me down the hall, I've seen nurses walk by and doctors, then some patients speaking in their rooms. Please don't make me stay here. My mind boggles with intrusive nerve thoughts, but she lead me to the end section, this hospital is massive, maybe more than where I used to live when I grew up. Suddenly she walks into a room, room 110. 

"If you can please lay on the hospital bed for me," She politely asked as I do what she said, sitting on the bed nervously, fidgeting my fingers still not knowing what to say, she sits on the stool and scoots over to me, "What seems to be the issue today?" Again my body winces, feeling my stomach tightening, almost like something is punching inside of me. 

"After a party and you know what, I've experienced extreme pain, I threw up and everything which is normal after drinking so much," My words come out as I'm trying not to stutter or fail, I want to sound normal, not like a child, "But then it continued, where it was throbbing sharp pain in my stomach plus I threw up like four times in a row." She nods slowly getting the details and information.

Then she nods, "Okay I'm going to check your ears, temperature and heart, all the normal things first." She explained as I see her name tag, Mya. She grabs the ear-object and checks in, then after my heart, temperature and we are done. Maybe the pain is from the alcohol?  My head trying to get me out of this.

Mya walks to the computer typing a few things but I can't really see what she's saying. I sighed sitting up trying to concentrate on the positive aspects.