My Doctor Thomas Doherty

|My Doctor|

My name is Dove Cameron. And this is how it all begins.  I woke up and my eyes feels all groggy and gross. 

Dove: "Nonononononooooo I can't be sick! Great! Now I'm going to miss work!" 

I've called the office to cancel the appointment for my photo shoot.   I was suppose to be modeling for a magazine cover, and I came down with the cold! A FLIPPING COLD!

I called the doctors office to see if they can schedule me in.  I left the house immediately and went over there.  As tired as my little feet are, I have no choice but to walk.  I carried them all the way to the floor. With my purse in one hand.  As I made it to the top of the steps, I was forced to sign in and wait. 

As I hear the nurse called my name, I went inside.  The nurse checked my height, weight, vitals, and blood pressure.  They all look normal except for my temperature went up. 

Nurse: "Your doctor moved out.  You will be seeing a new doctor." 

I puzzled and sighed.  She was the best doctor I had have.  And now I will be seeing a 60 year old male that's touching my private parts and junk? OH HELL NO! I had no choice but to wait.  I hear a male voice that sounds a bit Scottish.  He knocked on the door and enters in.

As I took a look at him, he looks smoking hot! With thick brown hair. Like he was in his 20's or something.  His ocean blue eyes glisten when a dimple smile appeared on his face.

Doctor: Doherty: "Hello dear. My name is Doctor Doherty.  I will be taking care of you today."

In a thick Scottish accident.

Dove: "Umm excuse me.  But how old are you?" 

Doctor. Doherty: "I'm 21 almost 22." 

Dove: "Umm. Aren't you a little bit young to be a doctor?"

Doctor Doherty: "Yes. Yes I am.  But hey, any girl likes a hot doctor with a thick accent right?"

I started to laugh a little but due to the sound of my coughing, he got a little worried.

Doctor Doherty: "Hmm. Let me have a look at you."    I sighed as he places his hands on my chest massaging them in circular motion.

Doctor Doherty:  "Lie down for me k love?"

Now normally, I don't like being called pet names but with him around, I guess I can make an acceptation.  I obeyed him and lie down.  He gently lifts up my shirt.  Placing his hand on my stomach. 

He gently massage them like he did to my neck.  I wince as he listens to my stomach.  He slowly lifts me back up gently and listens to my back.  I breathed, but as I took my first breath, I started to cough.

Dr. Doherty: "How long have you been coughing dear?"

Dove:  "About a week."

Dr. Doherty:  "A week huh? Well, lets take a look at your throat shall we?"  I open my mouth as he got the pop sickle stick placing it in my tongue.  With a flashlight in his hand, he takes a look inside my mouth.

Dr. Doherty: "It's just only strep."  He threw the stick away and puts the light away. 

Dr. Doherty: "Your all done dear. And for a reward, how about a little date tonight?"  He winked at me.  I smile and nod my head slowly.  He writes his cell number for me to txt him.  I got down from the table then left.