Outtakes and One Shots

Food Allergies

I got this idea because it was a real life experience for one of my friends.  I just adapted it to North, because he seemed to fit the bill the best.  Please take what doctors tell you seriously.  Many thighs become life threatening when given in high doses.

North's POV

"I'm glad you are here, North.  Please come in."  Doc let me in his office and closed the door quietly with a snick.  That sound felt like the nail in my coffin.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't given much of a choice now, was I Doc?"  I replied with my best grumpy snarkiness I could.

Doc gave me a sympathetic smile.  Goddamn his moutherfucking sympathy!  I narrowed my eyes at him in return.  How do you like that?

Doc pulled out a file from a stack and set it on the table, his right hand lying flat on top of it.  "How have you been feeling, North?"

"Healthy."  That's right!  I don't need this shit!  I'm as healthy as a horse.

Doc's smile, where his eyes crinkled in the corners, graced his face then disappeared.  "That's good that you feel 'healthy', North.  But Kota and Luke have reported to how sleepy you have been lately.  Want to tell me about that?"

"I take sleep when I can get it."  Was my curt response.

Doc let out a sigh while he made notes.  "And what do you have to say about your attitude?"

I didn't even dignify him with an answer.  I just crossed my arms over my chest, but my tongue, and stared at the knot in his tie.

"Ah...I see.  Well, both Silas and Nathan have reported that even when you three are exercising, you have been unusually angry."

"Those shitheads have been riding up my ass a lot lately.  They don't know what they fuck they're talking about!"  Doc laughed!  He fucking laughed at me!

"All of your labs came back within the normal range, but I agree with Owen and Sang."  Doc looked at me under his lashes.  At the sound of Sang selling me out, my head snapped up to attention.

"Sang... Even Sang?"  It came out as a garbled whisper.  My throat was closing up with some kind of thick emotion and the back of my eyes were hurting.  Am I having a panic attack?

Doc's right hand left the top of the file and landed on top of my clenched hands, "She love you North.  It is to be expected that she worries about you.  The same as the rest of the family."  He took a deep breath and continued, "I think you might have some food allergies that are manifesting high enough irritation levels that it is affecting your sleep and your attitude."

"Food allergies?"  I was confused.  I've never had any kind of swelling or reaction after eating.

"It could be a gluten allergy or maybe a milk or an egg allergy, or something else entirely.  I'm pretty certain it is not a tree nut allergy.  But regardless, I would like to do an allergy test."  Doc gave me that reassuring Doctor voice.  The one that says, 'nothing to worry about, we can tackle any problem and come out on top.'  "Just trust me, North.  Trust your family."

I nodded in defeat.  Let's face it, if even Baby ratted me out, maybe there really IS something wrong with me. 

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A week later...

"North!  We have the results!"  Doc waved a piece of paper in victory.

"I've been thinking about it, and I really hope it isn't an egg or milk allergy.  I think I can handle a gluten allergy, though.  Cutting out carbs would be pretty simple.  Hit me with the results, Doc."  I was already prepared to never eat carbs again.  It wouldn't be the end of the world.