Jerrie Thirlwards - One shots

Doctor Perrie

“Mummy, I don’t feel so good.”

Perrie peeked up from the newspaper and sighed when she saw a five-year old Jasmine looking rather pained as she clutched her left hand. Her brownish-blonde hair fell in little ringlets around her hurt expression.

Perrie put the paper down and held out her hand. “Yes, Jasmine? Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” She asked, holding out her arms.

Taking her cue, Jasmine clambered towards her mummy, crawled up on her lap and burst into instant, uncontrollable tears. “Luis bit my hand!” She wailed sadly, waving her palm on Perrie’s face. “And it hurts a lot.”

This is was the tough part about being a mother when Jade was asleep, thinking on your feet and doing it alone.

“You know what, Jasmine?” You’re in luck! I went to hand college, did you know that?” Perrie said, not able to help the ridiculousness in her voice. “Now let me see that hand of yours.” She took her left hand and examined it. It was certainly red and there were bite marks around the fingertips. “Yep, mmm, typical case of a two-year old biting his sister…I’ve seen it loads of times!”

With big glassy eyes, Jasmine looked up at her mother and clutched her hand. “Really?” She replied hopefully. “I won’t die?”

“Oh, no! Don’t be silly, all you have to do is put your hand on top of your nose and close your eyes…now, what colour is the pain?” Perrie asked, feeling stupid. She was doing a damn good job improvising though.

“It’s sort of orange, I guess,” Jasmine replied, eyes closed and a faint trace of a smile spreading across her distinct Thirlwall features.

Perrie patted her back reassuringly and went on, “Sort of orange?” She repeated in a high-pitched voice. “Are there any other colours, how about some polka dots? Any polka dots?” She asked, just to make sure.

“Two polka dots. Yellow ones.”

Perrie gave a deliberate sigh of relief. As if a problem had been truly solved. “So no stripes? Because stripes are dangerous!” She noted and stifled an inward chuckle. Jasmine’s tears had subsided, and she was down to sniffling,

Jasmine shook her head. “No stripes. Just polka dots.”

“Alright, that’s good,” Perrie said to her daughter, who was all smiles at this point. “Now this can easily be diagnosed. Nine out of ten doctors will agree that you can solve the pain by taking your hand off your nose and opening your eyes.”

Jasmine giggled and scrutinized her hand meticulously. “It’s as good as new, mummy! I don’t even feel the pain anymore!”

Perrie shrugged triumphantly and let her daughter down from her lap. “Eh, what can I say? I’m a natural,” She said proudly as Jasmine bounded up the stairs, undoubtedly, to tell her sleeping mother all about the miracle that Perrie had worked.