The Rhett and Link Tragedy

Chapter 8: Another Visit at the Doctors Office

Links POV
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     Before heading back to Vidcon, I decided to go back to the Doctors Office. Rhett said that he'd carefully drive me there because he didn't want to be alone at there.  So, after the frantic visit at the hospital, we traveled to Dr. Bob.
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     We arrived at Dr. Bobs' two hours after being perched painfully in a car seat.  I put my frail, whitish pale arm around Rhett's broad shoulders. I felt like a fragile piece of paper drifting through the wind; and if a tree smashes into me with a jolt, I would tear. Shredded to pieces.
     We (mostly I) took an absorbent amount of time to saunter up the precipitous ramp.  I didn't feel in total control at all with my feeble body.  After strolling up the walkway for what felt like a lifetime, Rhett unsecured the clear glass doors. I didn't feel nauseous. I didn't feel horribly sick. I didn't feel happy. I didn't feel like dying. I just felt......worried. Somehow, it was the only thing that I did feel.
I stumbled over to the cushioned chairs and I had Rhett tell the lady at the desk that I was there waiting. The lady had long, thick and curly, brunette hair that fell perfectly down at her sides. Her green eyes glistened with every move she made, and her teeth were straight and they were definitely pearly whites. She looked as if she were in her mid thirties.
"My friend, Link Neal is waiting here to see Dr. Bob. We were sent here from the hospital," Rhett said with all seriousness. "Do you have an appointment with your doctor," the lady at the desk asked.
"No. I just told you that we were sent here from the hospital. My friend here has cancer..... We just need to see Dr. Bob. NOW!"
"Don't yell at me, please. I was just asking you if you had an appointment so...."
"Well we don't. Just tell Dr. Bob that we are here to see him," Rhett cut her off with fury rising inside of him.
"Okay, but you'll have to wait a while," she replied sternly.
Rhett dawdled over to the chairs and sat next to me. He gave me a small smirk and sighed.
"What happened back there," I asked curiously.
"That woman happened. That's what. She was just annoying, that's all," Rhett replied exasperated.
"Why did you lie to her though? You know that we weren't sent here from the hospital. I told the nurse there that I wanted to go after they had taken the test; if they were fine, and she had said yes."
"I don't know. I just thought that they wouldn't let us in if I told the truth," Rhett replied.
"They still would've let us in if you told the truth. Actually, that way we would've had a better chance."
"I guess. Well, whatever....."
I wanted to slap Rhett so horribly. I couldn't though. My fragile hand wouldn't allow me. My conscience was yelling fifteen octaves higher at me. Telling me that I needed to behave.
That was the problem. The conundrum. The issue. I wanted to hurt him; maybe slap some sense into him. Why? I thought.
I'm totally out of line. It was a mistake, I thought. He didn't mean to tell the lady those lies. It just came out, I thought again.
"Hey Rhett. I'm sorry for getting a little cross there for a minute. I know you didn't mean to say what you said. It's okay."
"Thanks for understanding.
I realize now that I was irritated with that lady for some reason. And I was being rude to you. I'm sorry too."
"Link Neal?"
A woman from a bright yellow door came out and called for us. She was short, heavyset, and she had blonde, wavy hair. I got up from my chair and I wobbled my way over to the door. Rhett followed and I could tell he was joyful to see that the lady from the desk hadn't called us.

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