The Cure ~eruri~

Chapter 2

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To say that Levi followed 'doctor's orders' over the next two days was an understatement. He wondered how he was going to report that to Dr. Smith when he went in on Friday. He'd already exhausted most of his ambiguous vocabulary for his arousal, and he was certainly not about to blurt out that that was what he thought the problem was. Doing so would defeat the purpose of the game entirely. He would just have to rely on Dr. Smith asking the right questions. Whatever happened, he would have to dial up the suffering patient act a notch.

The excitement that Levi felt in his belly as he sat once more in the sterile exam room was a welcome change from the apprehension he had normally felt coming here. This was the first time he'd come to see the same doctor a second time. He shivered a little with the cool temperature of the room, the familiar gown doing nothing to keep him warm. Levi comforted himself with the hope that his body would warm itself as soon as arousal hit him. No sooner had he thought that, than the door was opened and Dr. Smith entered. He was still wearing a medical mask.

"Good evening, Mr. Scout." He said smoothly, once more shaking Levi's hand before seating himself. Just like before, he carried Levi's file, and opened it on the counter. "How have you been doing the last few days?"

Determined to give the good doctor something to ponder, Levi allowed his face to merge into an expression of concern and mild embarrassment. "Well, doctor, I'm afraid...not much has changed." He said, rubbing the back of his head nervously for good measure. "If anything, it's gotten worse."

"Still experiencing rapid heartbeat, fever, and sudden dizziness?" The other man asked, scanning his own handwritten notes in the chart seriously. Levi was impressed that he would even take the time, considering it had only been two days. There was not much to remember, let alone any real mystery about what he was experiencing.

"I'm afraid so." Levi said, trying to sound victimized. It earned him a slight glance from the doctor, who then leaned back in his chair.

"How about the swelling?"

Levi bit his lip nervously before admitting, quietly and shyly, "It's still happening. More than ever, actually."

"More frequently, you say?" Dr. Smith wrote away with his pen. "About how many times a day since you were here?"

Levi paused, trying to look everywhere but at Dr. Smith. Not until he caught the glint of those bright eyes looking up at him again did he answer, "At least once a day...twice yesterday."

Frowning, Dr. Smith rose onto his long legs and once more whipped out his stethoscope. He did not instruct Levi on when to breathe this time, but simply laid the round end to his chest, pressing one of those large hands gently on his back. As he listened, he asked, "Have the topical treatments helped at all?"

Levi shifted from side to side on the exam table, aware that the corner of the gown had slipped ever so minutely down to expose the bare cap of his shoulder. He made no move to correct it. Instead, he met those blue eyes and stated honestly enough, "They help for a while, but then the swelling always comes back. eventually"

"What exactly happens when you say it 'helps'?" Dr. Smith asked, cocking his head at Levi curiously. The shorter man's heart thumped rapidly in his chest. He'd barely been speaking with the man for a whole minute and his cock was hardening already. The warmth of that big hand was spreading into his skin through the thin cloth, and Levi felt like moaning, it was so nice.