Crazy | {h.s}

Check-ups; So are you

Of course Harry managed to get me sick within the one short day I spent with him. Now both of us look and sound like the living dead.

Harry's one of those cute sick boys, though. The ones that look adorable with red eyes and snot dripping down their face and little sniffles and sneezes. . .I'm on the opposite scale, I'm definitely a disgusting sick person with a hacking couch and swollen tonsils. I'm the farthest from attractive when I'm sick.

It's already been 3 days since Harry first fell ill, and since he refuses to go to the doctor, I'm bringing the doctor (aka Charlie) to him.

Charlie and I met my sophomore year at Uni when I was 20 and he was 21. He graduated a year ahead of me and is now in his fourth, and final, year of medical school, so luckily it's easy to call him up and ask him to come do a check-up on us and let us know if we're gonna need a prescription.

Though, I have specifically chosen not to inform Harry on this, considering he's somewhat scared of the thought of the doctor.

It's easy to get Harry into my apartment, if I even say the word food he comes running, so that's what I tell him:

I'l make you some soup, giraffe.

Chicken noodle?

Definitely.

And that's all it takes before he's running into my flat in his dressing gown, excited as always, and barely even acknowledges Charlie sitting on my couch before running to the kitchen.

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So I don't break my word, I make Harry and I a bowl of soup and we eat it on the couch (with Char sitting very far away so he doesn't get contaminated) as I explain the situation to Harry.

"--so, I brought the doctor to you!"

Harry doesn't seem very excited about the news like he usually is, he looks way more confused and scared.

"What? Charlie's not--Charlie's a doctor?"

I nod.

"I know, I know, 'Oh my God a gay, male doctor, what is this madness?!'," Charlie mocks in a high-pitched voice,"But yes, it's true, mate. I'm a doctor. A very gay, very good doctor."

"Like, a nurse." Harry says.

"No. A doctor."

"A nurse."

"A doctor. A medical license to be a Pediatrician."

"So, a childrens nurse."

"NO--"

"Okay! Okay, that's enough!" I interrupt, "Now how bout you just tell us what's wrong with us, Charlie?"

He takes a deep breath, "Okay, sorry, who want's to start?"

"I will." I say, assuming Harry won't want to go first because he doesn't really like this kind of stuff anyway.

Charlie takes out a stethoscope from the bag he brought and slips his hand up my shirt to press it to my chest, instructing me when to inhale and exhale. The metal is cold against me, making goosebumps rise, but i'm more worried about Harry. I shoot a nervous glance towards him, but he seems to be intently watching Charlie's movements. 

"You're heartbeat's quite fast, so either you have a fever or your aroused right now." Charlie says, making me bust out laughing.

"As if." I scoff, though it's not that far off considering Harry's probably the hottest and sweetest thing in the world so he can easily make me horny with the blink of an eye.