Chapter 35 Doctor
?Azalea?
I've never seen anyone milk something as much as Grey has been. I swear he's the definition of pitiful.
On top of him milking everything, he won't even get his lazy booty up to go to the doctor. I've just about had it.
He sniffles from beside me and I pass him a tissue and he takes it. I look over at his poor little pitiful self.
Bless his heart.
I place my hand gently on his forehead and it feels as hot as hades. It's obvious his fever is making him hot too, considering he's only wearing his gosh darn boxers.
I mean, I'm not one to complain about that but I know he doesn't feel good. Bear knows it too. He lays his head on my legs, never taking his eyes off Grey.
But for three days he's had this going on and it's only getting worse. At first, I noticed his nose getting a little bit stuffy and then he started getting tired and now it's a combination of all kinds of stuff.
He sniffles again.
"That's it. Get your gluteus maximus up. We're going to the doctor," I stand up and he looks at me like something's funny.
"No, we're not."
"Yes, we are," I assure him, "get dressed."
"I don't want to," he argues.
"I don't care, you're pitiful, you're going."
"I'm not pitiful," he disagrees.
"You look like you've been dragged behind a horse," I push his wild dark hair back and he closes his eyes briefly.
"I don't like going there," he grumbles.
"But you know it'll make you feel better so get up and put clothes on. I'll even drive, you can sleep in the car," I persuade him.
He stands slowly and I smile. I smile up until he mumbles something about throwing himself off a bridge but I choose to ignore the comment.
I follow him into the bedroom to monitor him. He doesn't even look at the closet as he lowers himself down onto the bed. I let out a groan.
"Grey, I'm going to tie a rope around your ankle and connect it to the back of my car and drag you to the doctor."
"I'm not going."
"You're not winning this."
"Yes, I am," he argues.
Jokes on him because the longer he's sick, the longer I don't want his lips on me.
"You're being ridiculous," I sit on the bed next to him.
"No."
"We can do anything you want after, but you need to go," I try and convince him. There's plenty of stuff to do after. We could go eat, we could go get him all the jerky he wants, anything.
"We can't do what I want," he flits his eyes up at me.
"Why?"
"I wanna fuck you but obviously you're not going to let that happen," he grumbles. Can he be any more of a hornish man?
"You're gosh darn right I'm not gonna let you do that to me. Now if you go to the doctor," I trail off.
"It would still be a no," I finish, "but you can get better quicker if you go to the doctor and then we can talk about it."
"I'm going to get better anyway, I'm not going," he rolls over, his back now facing me.
I think about kicking him in the back but I refrain. Brat.
I walk around to the other side of the bed. I run my hand down his arm and as his eyes clothes, I yank my arm down to the small amount of hair he has under his belly button and I pull it.
He lets out a groan, pulling my hand off.
"You have no consideration for me and how I feel," he turns his head and buries his face and the pillow.
"We'll watch the scariest movie ever when we get home if you'll go to the doctor," I continue trying to convince him and he only grunts.
I still don't understand why those types of movies are pretty much the only ones he actually likes. I find it weird that he doesn't even get scared.
He can watch a terrifying movie and then go to bed with his feet hanging off the bed and everything.
After movies like those, I have to be curled into a ball with the covers covering every part of my body.
I walk to our closet and pick out some comfy clothes for him to wear. Because that mother trucker is going to the doctor.
"Grey get your buns up," I poke his lower back.
"Not going," he grumbles back.
"I will stand here and dress you myself," I warn and he turns over to me.
"How 'bout you undress and then we'll go from there," he reaches his hand out, gripping onto my upper thigh.
"I'm going to roundhouse kick you in the pelvis," I narrow my eyes at him.
"Mhm."
When my violence tactics don't work, I tune in to my persuasive, guilt-tripping tactics.
"Grey," I start softly and quietly, seemingly upset. I even add in a small sniffle and he's turning around looking at me.
"I'm still not going."
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"Are you allergic to anything?" I peer over at him. He sits beside me, his milkshake in hand, and a grumbly look on his face.
"Being here," he grumbles, "and stupid fuckers."
I look down at the paper and then the room sort of filled with people waiting to be called into the back.
Dang right he's at the doctor's office.
"I'm not sure I'm allowed to write that on the paper," I tell him and he rolls his head over to me.
"Is that milkshake making you feel better, sugar?" I smile innocently. He narrows his eyes at me.
I take that as a yes and I continue doing the paperwork he's supposed to be doing but doesn't feel like it, of course.
A middle-aged woman comes and sits in the seat right beside him and I feel him tense. I roll my eyes at him. He's truly pitiful. He shifts toward me, away from the poor woman who had no choice but to sit in the seat next to him because there were no other seats.
I finish up the paperwork and hand it back to the desk lady. She gives me a smile and I feel my heart grow a bit at that smile so I smile back happily.
I return to my seat and Grey drapes his strong arm over the top of my chair.
"Still love me even though I made you come?"
"That's what she said," he and I both utter at the same time. I turn my head into his arm to conceal my laughter.
"I still love you," he kisses the top of my head.
"If I get your sickness, I'm suing you for all you're worth," I warn him and he nods, already knowing the consequences since I've already told him them multiple times this morning.
The door to the back opens and a woman in light pink scrubs looks down at a clipboard.
"Grey?" She calls out and he doesn't move until I push his arm forward. He finally stands. He looks down at me.
"What are you doing?" He questions me.
"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask. I didn't know he wanted me to come with him. He looks at me giving me a look that says 'that's a stupid question.'
"Yes, get up," he grabs my hand and pulls me up carefully. The woman gives the two of us a smile and she motions for us to follow her.
Grey grumbles something about how he's not doing this poop by himself in certain choice words.
We enter a room where a patient chair sits in the middle of it and she tells Grey to take his shoes off and to get on a scale. He turns up his nose at that but I nudge him, silently telling him to quit it.
She tells him to sit on the patient table and I just barely see his jaw tense.
What a baby.
He sits and glares at me while she takes his blood pressure. All I can do is smile at him.
"Okay, your doctor will be in in a few minutes," the nurse smiles and exits the room. Grey immediately gets off the large seat.
"I'm not fucking sitting there," he grumbles.
"I'm not freaking sitting there," I mock him oh-so maturely.
There's only one guest chair and I'm sitting in it so he's gonna have to suck it up. Big baby.
On the other hand, I did drag him here.
"C'mere you poor sweet soul," I stand from my seat and usher him to sit in it. He gets up and takes it happily.
Then he pats his lap and widens his legs a bit more than he usually does when he sits.
"It's inviting, ain't it?" He hooks his finger in one of the belt loops of my pants and yanks me down onto him.
"You're hornish," I whisper, kissing his forehead and standing from his lap. I stand beside the chair and he leans his head over to me.
The door opens and a nicely dressed man walks in, a computer in his hands.
"Hello, I'm Dr. McKinus," the younger man smiles, showing off his pearly whites. I don't think Grey likes him very much by the way he flits his eyes up at me in a look like says 'why did you make me come here?'
He also just looks way too unhappy.
I wait and the doctor does too. Grey makes no movements and doesn't even acknowledge the doctor. I roll my eyes at him.
"This is Grey," I pat his shoulder. Then I spot the polo dress shirt the doctor is wearing.
Good Lord. I sigh internally.
"It's nice to meet you Grey," he flits his eyes up at me, "and.."
"Azalea," I smile.
"Azalea," he says before looking down at his computer.
"So, tell me a little about what's been going on," Dr. McKinus looks at Grey. Grey only shifts in his chair.
He's the biggest and most ridiculous dramatic drama queen I've ever met in my entire life.
"He's been really sniffly, y'know a runny nose, pressure in his sinuses and stuff like that," I explain, giving Grey's back a small pinch.
"And this has been going on for how long?"
"I'd say three days or so," I nod and he types on his computer.
"Fever?" He asks.
"Yes," I nod once again and he types some more. I lean down to Grey.
"You're being the ultimate crackhead right now sugar," I whisper in his ear and before I can pull away he kisses me on the cheek and smirks. I scrunch my nose at him and he returns it to me.
"Okay Grey," the doctor stands, "I'm going to need you to come sit up on the table so I can examine you."
Grey doesn't move. Can he be any more of a handful?
He gets up slowly and moseys slowly over to the table. The doctor backs up a bit at seeing the size difference between Grey and him. Especially when Grey narrows his eyes at him, he backs up. I only pinch the bridge of my nose, shaking my head.
The whole examination is just terrible. Not once does Grey stop glaring at the poor doctor. Dr. McKinus doesn't even want to touch Grey and I don't blame him.
Awkwardly the doctor tells us he's got a sinus infection and that he's sending a prescription to the pharmacy before leaving swiftly.