My heart was pounding fast like a drum about to be broken through from being played too hard. Anytime now I'll be called and forced to go back to get checked out by the doctors. I feel like I'm sweating and shaking like crazy!
"Shawn Hunter." A nurse called from the doorway.
"C'mon Shawn, you'll be fine." Turner whispered and I hesitantly got up. From there we followed the nurse with the dark straight medium-length hair back the hallway.
"Just step on the scale so I can get your height and weight." She ordered and wrote things down as I stared straight ahead, avoiding the urge to look down. "Now I'll bring you to the room."
The room was smaller than I imagined with just a couple chairs, cabinets, and one of those beds you see in the school's nurse office. Jon took a seat in the chair next to the bed-looking-thing as I just continued to stand there nervously.
"Shawn it's okay, you can take a seat on the examination table." He urged towards the bed and so I hesitantly sat on it.
"So what're you here for today?" The nurse asked as she grabbed this thing off the wall and wrapped it snugly around my arm, so it wouldn't fall off. Then she started squeezing the pump, making it feel like it was cutting into my circulation.
I shrugged.
"He's just here for a checkup and also a sports physical exam." Turner stated briefly.
The nurse nodded, "70/40," she read aloud and I have no idea what any of that means. Then she proceeded to take my temperature, "97.1"
The nurse typed some things in on the computer then left after saying, "the doctor will be in shortly."
"What was that thing she put around my arm?" I wondered, never remember having an actual doctor's appointment before.
"It was just to check your blood pressure, Shawn. There's no need to worry."
Yeah, like that makes it any better...
"So once the doctor comes in is that when we leave?"
"Not quite. The doctor will probably want to go over some things with us first and exam you further to make sure everything is alright." Turner explained and I nodded uncomfortably, just wanting to get this thing over with.
"You know I think I'd much rather get checked out by my one uncle down at the trailer park instead." I laughed skittishly.
"Yeah, not gonna happen. This appointment will be over before you know it." He insisted, which didn't help with my nerves.
"Oh really, because you basically just said that it just began. Plus the actual doctor still didn't even get here yet." I complained.
Moments later a doctor walked in, "Hi, I'm doctor Davis and what brings you in here today?"
I looked over at Turner annoyed by the fact that these people keep asking the same thing over and over again, ever since we first checked in. I don't understand why people go to the doctors just for a "check up" or whatever.
Growing up if I needed a doctor I'd just go to my one uncle who wanted to be a doctor, but never even finished high school and got some medical books that he stole from the library to study, but even then I would usually just heal on my own.
"Shawn is just in for a check up and sports physical," Turner stated again.
"What sport are you planning on playing?" He asked.
"Basketball." I mumbled, just wanting the guy to quickly do his thing so we can go.
"That sounds fun." Dr. Davis commented as he grabbed a stethoscope and placed it on my back and chest at various spots all around, "so when was your sons last doctors visit?"
