The Missing Gem

41 | Baby Fever

Nicole

"Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." I replied to Lucas while I was finishing getting dressed.

Lucas called the hospital last night to book an appointment for me and the doctor agreed on seeing me today at eleven thirty. And thank God she could squeeze me in on her tight schedule because I was a wreck. And I felt like a wreck, which was the worst part. The night wasn't that terrible but I woke up at six in the morning to throw up again, and I was honestly getting too tired from this constant gut wrenching feeling.

"You sure?" He double checked with me again.

"When it comes to clothes you can only help me by undressing me and we don't have the time for that right now. Nor do I have the spirit for it." I said as I adjusted my pink sweater.

One thing I really love to do is getting dressed, picking my outfits and doing my makeup, but today I wasn't feeling up for it. Instead, I just threw on a sweater, some old blue jeans and my comfortable white converse and that was enough for me to be ready to walk out the door.

Lucas chuckled softly at my witty response and led the way as we said goodbye to Sparkles, left the house and got in our seats. He was driving, obviously.

A good fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the hospital and sat in the waiting room. Thankfully not too longer after, the doctor's assistant called me in and I got up from my seat, hand in hand with Lucas.

"I thought I couldn't come with you inside the doctor's office."

"Hey, it's my right as a patient to have someone come with me." He didn't argue with me and we both walked inside the doctor's office, and sat on the two seats behind the doctor's desk after she shook our hands.

I hated going alone into the doctor's office. It sounds really childish, I know, but I prefer to have someone go with me. Plus, it literally is my right.

"Hi, Nicole. How are you?" My doctor asked as she got up and stretched her arm to shake my hand.

"Not so good. Otherwise I would rather not see you until my next routine appointment." She looked amused at my response and nodded in agreement before sitting back down on her seat.

"Trust me, I would rather not see you or any of my patients until then. But emergencies happen." She shrugged her shoulders before flashing me another warm smile.

It must be so weird to be a doctor when your job literally relies on other people's lack of well being. I assume you become a doctor because you want to help people, and therefore, you don't want to see them but unless you do, you don't make any money. Crazy.

"So, you wanna tell me what's been going on?"

"I have been feeling miserable lately. I had a fever yesterday, I can't keep anything down, I throw up constantly."

"When did it start?"

"Uh..." I searched my tired brain for the day. "Yesterday. I woke up feeling terrible but now that I think about it, I wasn't feeling too good when I went to bed that previous night."

She nodded as she typed what I assumed were all my symptoms on the computer in front of her.

"Okay. Have you done anything for the fever?" With her glasses resting on the edge of her nose, she eyed me.

"I took a paracetamol, I got some rest, I drank water. I don't think I have it now." At my response, she picked up a thermometer and checked my temperature.