Author's note:

Hello my friends! In love with my Doctor was so popular so I decided to write a sequel. I hope you guys like it, because you know, people say that the sequel is rarely as good as the original. But you know, you try things. Enough rambling, here's A new diagnosis!

ALLY:

People often asked me,

"How did you meet your husband?"

I would say,

"I got tonsillitis and he treated me."

Two years ago, Austin had replaced my former doctor, Dr. Elaine Bryant, because she had to leave the hospital and move back to her home in New Jersey to be close to her sick father. When I was sick or injured, my husband always knew exactly what to do, and he knew which symptoms needed tender loving care, which warranted a doctor's or hospital visit. Dr. and Mrs. Moon, the most beautiful sounds I ever heard. Well, I was feeling sick right now. I missed my period last month, I had been having spells of dizziness, I had lost my appetite, my head was pounding and it felt like my heart was inside my brain, I had been shivering ever since last night and I was shivering and feeling cold now despite wearing a henley pajama top and pants and a bathrobe and slippers, and I had thrown up several times in the past twenty-four hours.

I was just kneeling in front of the toilet retching when I noticed Austin in his navy blue bathrobe, holding his clothes.

Like the good husband always did, he asked me,

"Are you feeling OK, Ally?"

I just threw up before I could answer.

"I hope so."

He laid the back of his hand on my forehead and face.

"You're feeling hot, you've been throwing up a lot ever since last night, you said you felt dizzy, you complained of a headache and you're looking pale."

He took the thermometer from the cabinet and stuck it under my tongue. It beeped.

"One hundred and one. You're definitely sick."

I said,

"Austin, I don't feel well but I have to go to work today."

I felt the chills again.

He told me,

"No, you don't, Ally. It's my opinion as your husband, and as a doctor, that means that if you feel sick, you should stay home and rest."

I stood up and that dizzy feeling came back. I fainted in his arms.

"Proves my point even more. You go back to bed and rest."

My husband was right. I didn't feel well enough to go to work and I needed to rest. But I was kind of a trooper. When I was in school and occasionally when I went to my job at Tiffany, (besides working part time at Tiffany four days a week, I was a singer-songwriter, a model and a fashion, makeup and perfume entrepreneur) there were times when I would come with a sore throat, colds, (not including the one I had when I first met Austin. When I got colds or coughs that were that bad, I stayed home) and vertigo. When I was sick, I still most of the time did what I had to do because I hated to disappoint people, but if I felt totally out of it, I stayed home.

He carried me bridal style back to our bed and and tucked me in. He covered me with three fleece blankets and he told me,

"I'll be right back."

I heard water running and the faint sounds of wringing. He came back with a washcloth and he laid it on my forehead.

I said,

"Austin, shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"

He said,

"I doubt I should. What kind of husband disregards his wife's illness and leaves her to fend for herself?"

I said,

"I think I'll be fine."

He told me,

"Alright. I'm going to go get in the shower and get ready, you take it easy, take care of yourself and I'll call on breaks. If you need anything, just call me, OK?"

I said,

"OK."

He kissed me on my cheek and went to get ready. He came in, wearing his lab coat with his badge with that picture that made me want to do his ass so hard, his white dress shirt, his black necktie, black slacks and he got his stethoscope from the dresser and put it around his neck.

"What do you want for breakfast, Ally?"

he asked me.

I sneezed.

"Bless you. I hope you're not getting a cold, too, your poor thing."

He said to me. I grabbed a kleenex from the box on the nightstand and blew my nose and threw it the garbage can.

"No. I don't have a cold. But to answer your first question, I don't have a very big appetite right now, so I think just a banana and a glass of water would be good for me."

"Alright."

He came back with a banana and a glass of water.

"You should drink a lot of water. It'll lower your fever."

"Thanks, Austin."

I ran to the bathroom. I had to pee so bad. I had peed at least ten times last night. Now my back was aching. I was surprised I didn't have my period right now. Because when I got my period, I got those sons of bitches known as cramps. I knew it was on its way when I started craving food, I got very bad insomnia, and I had mood swings.

I just assumed that I had food poisoning from that tuna salad that the two of us had for dinner the other night.

"Could I have food poisoning?"

I inquired my husband.

"If you had foodborne illness, you'd barely be able to move, your abdomen and rectum would be in a tremendous amount of pain, you would have diarrhea and you would have flatulence to an extent where nausea and vomiting. You probably just have the twenty-four or forty-eight hour bug. I have to leave for work, but I'll be back between five thirty and six tonight. Feel better."

He kissed my cheek. It's amazing that your doctor husband knows exactly what to do when you're sick. Plus, he made science and physics sound so attractive. After all, he graduated high school two years early and became a doctor in six years. He had started preparing for his medical career when he was as young as ten, assisting his Uncle Scott, an ER doctor, reading the books and watching the films and doing a lot of volunteer work at hospitals.

I took out my gold iPhone 6 with a photo of Austin and I on our honeymoon to San Francisco and we were at the top of Twin Peaks and hugging to call Amanda, my boss at Tiffany. Besides being a singer-songwriter, a model and a fashion, makeup and perfume entrepreneur, I had a part time job at Tiffany that I worked at Tuesdays to Fridays from eleven to three.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Amanda. It's Ally. I just called to tell you that I have the flu today."

Amanda was obviously sympathetic towards me.

"Oh you poor thing. I hope you get better."

"Thanks a lot. I'll call you when I do."

My boss said,

"Please do, thank you. Sorry, Ally, but I need to get back to work. I hope you feel better."

I said,

"Thanks, Amanda. Bye."

I hung up the phone. Amanda wasn't like most bosses. She was easy-going, optimistic, funny, friendly and sometimes very loud. If you had to leave early, for example, for a dentist or doctor appointment, or if you were late for an excused reason, all you had to do was call in advance and she'd let you go.

First chapter so far! I'd love to hear what you guys think!