“Yeah yea. It’ll be done soon, I assure you,” Cameron hummed as he walked her into the doctor’s office and checked her in, grabbing her a mask and fitting it on her face before she could think twice as to why he was moving quickly towards her. He sat her down and wrapped his arm around her. What he found pretty weird about the whole thing is that he didn’t get sick, and he was still sleeping with her (even more so, she demanded him to after she couldn’t sleep without him for so long). He did have a strong immune system, though.
Ava wearily glances around the room, her entire body tense. Doctors of any kind make her antsy. She hates them. Recoiling at the sudden feeling of something on her face, she instantly tries to moves it away. It takes her longer than she’d like to admit to figure out that it’s a mask. With an annoyed huff, she merely makes peace with it and moves on. It’s annoying but it would be rude not to wear one. There's no need for anyone else to get sick and be miserable. “I feel like a muzzled dog.” It’s not a complaint, just an statement. Sitting down, she tucks her head up against him and closes her eyes. Hopefully she'll be able to block out the fact that she's currently in a doctor's office.
“Too bad,” Cameron murmured to her, but he did feel sympathy for her. Though, he reminded himself, it was her fault for being so stubborn and not accepting that she needed help to begin with. His sympathetic thoughts vanished somewhat as he pulled his phone out and scrolled through his Pinterest, humming and tapping his feet.
Ava huffs quietly in response. It’s his fault that she has to wear this thing. She would’ve been perfectly happy just resting at home but he just had to drag her here. The annoyance soon vanishes from her mind as she drifts off into a light sleep. Taking a nap in the waiting room of a doctor’s office is a little odd, especially since she’s terrified of the place, but she’s exhausted and will take any rest she can get.
(Ahhhh I accidentally reported the post I’m sorry! I’m not used to the update yet lmao)
(It’s okay! The report shouldn’t be too big of a deal. Yeah, I’m with you on the update.)
(I hope not. I also hope andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) likes serial killers xD.
Anywho wanna skip?)
(Let’s hope he does lol
Yep! When to?)
(After the doctor’s appointment?)
(That’s good with me!
How’s band going?)
(Alrighty
Tiring as heckle. That’s why I’ve only been responding to a few RPs at once. I only have one more 8-8 and that’s tomorrow)
(Who should start?
I can only imagine how tired you must be. 8-8 seems incredibly draining. You must be excited for a break after tomorrow.)
(Idc man
It is, but now I’m all done! I’m glad I can stay up late and not have to wake up at seven in the morning lmao)
(Do you want me to?
Yay! Waking up early is a pain. I’m always a zombie if I have to get up before 7:30 lol)
(That’d be nice considering I don’t know what Ava’s sick with
It is a pain. But now I can sleep in really late tomorrow lmao)
(I should probably figure that out……..stomach flu seems about right so I’ll probably go with that.
If I were you I wouldn’t even get out of bed unless I had to lmao)
(Hm but a flu would go away with sleep and a light diet. Stuff that long with a flu can be fatal cus of dehydration.
I sort of had to. I didn’t want to run laps for being late or something)
(That’s a very good point. I need to look at some illness real quick. Unless you have a suggestion?
You would have had to run laps if you were late? That’s harsh)
(Nah just don’t pick anything too fatal if it’s left alone for a couple of weeks idk.
Oh yeah definitely, for conditioning. There’s also a lot of pushups and backwards marching involved in conditioning too. Oooh and arm circles)
(How about she went on a new medication and had a mild allergic reaction to it? Nothing that can be fatal but causes the fever and nausea?
And this is band camp? I guess it makes sense since some of the instruments are pretty heavy)
(Oh yeah that sounds good.
Yes it is band camp. We also set our field show and memorize music in this time. We do a lot.)
(Great. I’ll get a post up in a minute.
Yeah, that’s definitely a lot. At least it’s pretty fun to do, right?)
Ava wraps her coat tightly around herself as she exits the building. The appointment hadn’t gone as planned. It turns out that she is actually allergic to one of her new medications. It’s not exactly an illness but it is a problem. Things probably would’ve gotten worse had she kept taking that pills. She really hates to admit it but Cameron had been right to drag her to the doctor. That isn’t fun to admit. She sighs softly to herself as she makes her way to the car. It really is good that she figured this out so she won’t make the same mistake in the future. That doesn’t mean that she enjoyed getting a shot and having her blood drawn. Needles in the hands of doctors freak her out. Well, doctors in general freak her out but the needles make it worse. At least it’s all over with. Now she can crash out on the couch for awhile.
(I might be out for awhile tomorrow if it doesn't storm so my posts will be slow.)
(I’ll let you know when I know though)
(okay! let me answer eventually .p.)
Cameron considered the bet won on his side. Now she had to listen to his worries whenever he insisted on taking her to be seen. She could’ve died if she had taken too many of those stupid pills, so he wasn’t gonna be mean about it, but he was right. And she’d never be able to deny him of that truth ever, so he was gonna hang onto it whenever she was sick again.
A short drive later and he was helping her out of the car again, holding all of her weight as he lugged her into the house.
Ava, still displeased at the fact that she had been wrong, just allows him to help her out without any protests. It’s hard for her to bite her tongue. Her mood improves slightly when they get back into the house. At least they’re back. On another bright side, she doesn’t have to go to the doctor again for awhile. They’ll call when the get the rest of the results of her blood tests back. No second appointment needed! She’s definitely pleased about that. She steals a glance up at Cameron. Well, she may as well get this over with. “You were right and I’m sorry.” The words taste bitter in her mouth and they’re hard to choke out but she knows that it’s the right thing to do.
