Noah & Navid

Chapter 34- The Virus

"He just need to look for quick checkup to sign my form and then we go to movie, I promise! He is quick quick!" Navid said as we went into the waiting room of the clinic. 

Of course Navid had to go to a Persian doctor. He had apps on his phone that searched for the closest Persian anything you could want. The dentist, mechanic, bakery, anything he could find; he liked to do business with his own people.

"Persians are one of oldest civilization," Navid always said. "We invent everything! Greeks steal credit, of course!"

We didn't wait long before a dark, handsome, muscled male nurse wearing scrubs came out to do an elaborate handshake routine with Navid that ended in a fist bump. 

His nametag said Reza and his slicked-back, black hair framed a ruggedly handsome face with eager brown eyes. He looked like the type of guy who would want to wrestle you before he fucked. 

He gave me a wink even though Navid hadn't introduced me.

Navid showed him the form and Reza waved us back. I expected to sit in the waiting room, but Navid pulled me behind him. 

We stopped near a scale and the nurse aligned Navid against a tape measure pinned to the wall before weighing him.

"Six feet, one inch.... One-hundred-seventy-five pounds," Reza announced as he scribbled notes on his clipboard. "You gained two pounds," he noted.

"Yes, I want to be bigger!" Navid flexed for him to show his proud work from the gym. 

They made some jokes to each other in Farsi and then Reza waved for me to stand against the tape measure. I hesitated, but he gave me that smile. It was the same one Navid gave people. It said, "You know you want to do what I tell you to, so go ahead."

"Five feet, seven inch... maybe eight inch... Yes, I think we can settle on eight," Reza announced and then nudged me up onto the scale. 

He adjusted it far to the left from Navid's measurements and then announced, "One-hundred-twenty-one... oh so small. You don't feed him?" He asked Navid while squeezing my shoulder.

"I try! He does not want!" Navid defended. 

Reza gave me a faked sad look and put a hand on my arm to lead the way to the exam room. He told us to wait and that the doctor would be in soon.

"Why did he weigh me? This is your checkup," I asked when Reza had left us.

"Is family here! Is how we do in Iran," Navid looked at me strangely like this was normal, I should know this.

"I'm one-eighteen at home. I don't want to be one-twenty-one," I said sadly.

"You should be much more! You are too small and must eat more. I always tell you this, Noah. Is not healthy to be so small. You cannot grow big and strong. We will speak to Doctor about this," Navid assured.

The doctor came in and spoke with Navid in his language for a few minutes as he looked over the form Navid had brought in. 

He needed it for something with work insurance or his student visa or... something like that. I rarely know the whole story with what Navid is doing.

I played around on my phone since they weren't speaking in English. I was zoned out until I saw the handsome male nurse bring in a tray with two syringes. 

I watched as Navid pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and the doctor put the needle to his arm. They kept right on talking to each other in Farsi as if it were nothing. Navid didn't even wince. I hate needles, and haven't had a shot since I was eight and my dad had to hold me down.