Hospitals
"Hayyyton noooo! Stop it hurts, it hurts!" Cybele whined, trying to move the cold wet cloth off her head but was unable to do much.
"You're burning up a fever, can you please just let me put the cloth? For me?" He asked and she moaned in pain, shaking her head.
"No it hurts," she whimpered and he sighed. It was heartbreaking how in pain his wife was but what could he do? Hayton had given her all the medicine that he could give her, had tried everything. It almost seemed like he couldn't do anything. Her body was rejecting it.
"So let me take you to the hospital," he whispered, kissing her scalding forehead. "Oh please let me take you. You're burning up, you're in pain. Cybele, honey…" He tried pushing her hair to the side and she was crying, her breasts heaving against her tanktop. She had pouty lips and her amber eyes were glowing. "Please." She shook her head, head lolling back in pain after.
"I don't wanna go, it hurts so bad I can't move. I'm cold. My legs are numb. Don't make me go," she whined mindlessly and he didn't know what else he could do. Doctors don't do in house calls anymore but good god would it be useful if they did. And he could call an ambulance or take her but she wouldn't be happy about it.
"Please baby, you need help," Hayton whispered, trying to soothe her pain. She shook her head, absentmindedly whining in pain, moaning in pain. She tried to adjust herself but it hurt, it really hurt. She felt the pain up her spine, pounding through her head, buzzing in her ear.
"Hayyton just close the window its so cold."
"You're burning up! I know your cold but your skin is scalding. Let me call the hospital."
"I don't want to go."
"I'll take you, come on! I'll let you wear a sweater!" Not to mention it was at least seventy five degrees Fahrenheit outside and she was complaining she was cold. What was he to do? She whined, reaching for his hand and he laced their fingers. "Please. You need a doctor and its getting late, no offices are open- especially the one you go to! You know they close at five! Its almost ten o'clock, let me take you."
"Just get the medicine," she mumbled, almost incoherently.
"You took a lot, it's not good to give you more. Lets go, please?" reluctantly she gave in, looking over at him, fear hidden in her eyes. "You'll be okay, hon." He kissed her head before helping her up. She could barely walk, but he helped her to the bedroom, put her into a sweater and some comfortable shoes before taking her to the ER, leaving the windows rolled down so she didn't over heat.
The doctors took her in within fifteen minutes. "Wait here, she has to go in alone. We'll get back to you within the hour."