Fandom OneShot's

Doctor Knows Best ( Dr. Iplier. )

[ Inspired by his birthday that was very recent, or today, depending on when this is published. Happy birthday you cutie <3 ]

Today, you had a doctors' appointment with a very special doctor.

It started off as a cold, which you believed to be relatively normal. When it lasted longer than a month, you assumed it was simply allergies. When three months passed with no sign of improvement, they sent you to the hospital to get a check up. Thing is, the doctors... Couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. All of the symptoms you had were symptoms of allergies, but, to have them last more than a few months worried them. So, after a few weeks of silence on their part, you received an email from the hospital that included a location a few miles away from it. It read...

[ From: GH. Hopsital CEO  Andrew Claire.

To: Y/N

Subject: Dr. Iplier.

We could not pinpoint your exact condition within the few weeks of testing you went through in the middle of August, so, we have decided to send you to a special doctor.

His name is Dr. Iplier. He is a master at finding what is wrong with his patients, so we are hoping he can do the same to you. He is a medical magician, so there's no need to worry about anything that could go wrong in any operation that may take place. That said, please do not take any medicine, eat any food, or drink any water until after the appointment.

You will go to this address at 8:32 PM sharp.

We wish you good luck. ]

You were a little worried at this point. The professional's at your local hospital couldn't figure out what was wrong with you? You blew your nose into the toilet paper you were keeping close to where you usually sat and let out a congested sigh. Well... At least, you would know what was wrong with you soon.

You entered the hospital looking like a zombie, but hey, no one could really blame you for that, right? They knew why you were here. One look from the receptionist and she was already writing out a bill for you.

"Five hundred dollars...?" You muttered with a frown. Seriously!? This Iplier guy better know what he's doing...

A blonde haired nurse led you to a separate room isolated from the rest of the building. It looked like a doctor's office, but also had a slight homey feel to it. You coughed into your handkerchief as the nurse closed the door behind you. You looked around the room. The walls were painted to look like wood, and the floor was made of brown tile. There was a fake fireplace to your right, and in front of that was two chairs with velvety red cushions.  To your left was the metallic table you would most likely be lying down on in a matter of maybe two minutes. In the very back of the square room was a brown table, and a man facing a painted window behind him.

"...Miss Y/N, I see you have a very special condition," he mused, slowly turning to you. He folded his hands together as he did so. 

"...A... Special condition?" You asked, not exactly knowing what he meant.

"Yes. Please take a seat in front of me--just pull up one of the chairs." You walked to the chair closest to you, reaching for it.

"No, the other one." You looked at him with a questioning stare, before slowly nodding and pulling the red chair up to his desk, and taking a seat. The man rubbed his chin as he looked you up and down, before getting to business.

"As you must've heard, I am Doctor Iplier," the doctor began, looking over at his computer as he spoke.

"I see you've a very special condition-"