"But I don't want to go!" You yell from your bed. "That's too bad. You're really sick, Y/N. Just go to the doctor and it will be over soon." Michael kisses your nose and you blush violently. "Fine." You groan, pulling yourself out of the bed. "Do you need some help?" Michael asks. "No I'm okay." You nod at him as you walk down the stairs. You get to the car without accident and drive to the doctors office. Michael holds your hand until they call you back into the office. "If I have to get a shot, you better be there." You squeeze Michael's hand. "I will. I promise." He squeezes your hand back and you walk into the office. The doctor goes through the usual check up then starts to ask you an array of questions. You answer them all while she scribbles something down on her clipboard. "Alright, I'll be right back." She says. You sit in the chair, uneasy. You hear the door open and Michael walks in. "Hey." He kisses your forehead and sits in the chair across from you. "Oh no." You groan, hitting your head on the wall behind you. "What?" Michael asks. "You're here because she's going to give me a shot, aren't you?" Michael nods sympathetically. You groan again. "It's okay. I'll be right here." Michael says holding you hand. You look up at him and smile. "Just try not to be an asshole to the doctor." He laughs. You smack his shoulder just as the doctor comes back. She's holding a metal tray with a small tube and a needle. You shiver a little as she ties the blue rope thing on your arm. "This is will be really quick, hon. Just look away." She tells you. You look away and squeeze Michael's hand. You feel a small pinch and then it's gone. You open your eyes and look as the doctor stands up and leaves. "Thank you!" Michael yells as she walks out of the room. "See. Wasn't that hard?" You smile and smack his shoulder again. "Lets go." You run for the door. You get your medicine from the pharmacy and drive home, getting sleepier by the second. When you arrive home, you can barely walk to the front door. Michael carried you into the house and puts you on the bed. "I'm cold." You whisper. "I know." Michael says wrapping a big blanket around you. He laughs. "You look like a worm." You laugh too. "But a cute worm." You add. "Yes. The cutest worm ever." He kisses your forehead and leaves you to sleep.
