Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Fever (Dr. Iplier)

Suggested by: @Game_Over_69

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For the past week or two, you've been sick. Sweating profusely, hacking and coughing, burning up and freezing in a matter of minutes. You finally decided to go to the doctor's, in case you had an infection of some sort.

After getting in your car and driving to the doctor's office, you walked inside and the smell of rubbing alcohol and medicine invaded your nose. You walked up to the counter, where there was a receptionist, with a dark purple cardigan and a name tag that read, "Claire".

"Hi, how can I help you today?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh... I've been having a fever for the past week now. Any chance that one of the doctors can help?" you asked, rubbing your snot-filled nose.

"One of them happens to be free, yes," she answered while looking at a piece of paper. "Just fill this in while I let him know." She handed you a pen and a form on a clipboard. You grabbed it and sat down on one of the plastic chairs, scribbling your information out.

"Excuse me?" the receptionist called to you. "The doctor is ready to see you."

"Okay," you nodded, coughing right after. She led you to a room at the far end of the hall.

"Wait here, please. The doctor will be here soon," she told you, and walked off. You sat on the chair in the corner, waiting.

"Hello, (Y/N)," you heard. You looked up and saw a man in a white coat and a stethoscope hung around his neck. The name tag on the coat said, "Dr. Iplier." "I am Doctor Iplier."

"N-nice to meet you," you said, trying to smile, but then coughed, your throat aching.

"You sick, then? Fever?" he checked, reading off your sheet. You nodded, feeling your nose tingle.

"Yea- achOO!" you sneezed.

"Alright. Let's get you on the bed, and I'll check you," he sighed, snapping on some latex gloves and putting a mask over his nose and mouth. You stood up and sat on the bed, watching Doctor Iplier grab some tools.

"Open up," he ordered, grabbing a tongue depressor. You opened your mouth as wide as it would go, and he checked the back of your mouth. After studying it for a bit, he took the stick out. He then proceeded to put the stethoscope in his ears and check your pulse.

He suddenly gasped and shouted, "(Y/N)! You're dying!"

"I-I'm dying? What? How long do I have? What's wrong with me? What did I do?" you started asking, tearing up. You didn't think you were that sick, but then again, maybe you were. Then the doctor started chuckling.

"I'm just messing with you. It's just a fever," he snickered. You stared at him, and he laughed. "Take a joke. Sorry. I'll give you a prescription for stronger cold medicine, and you won't have to see me again." He wrote on his notebook the prescription and handed it to you. "You'll be better in a few days."

"Thanks," you muttered, hurrying out of the room. What a strange man.

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