Sick souls

A/N: Oddly enough, it feels like I'm writing my first fan fiction again. As far as I know I haven't posted a new story in forever. Anyway, onwards we go.

Sandy's POV

"Ma, why are we at the hospital?" I asked, trying to peer over the desk, still holding her hand.

She looked at me briefly, answering, "We're here because the doctor said you'd be sick for a while."

"But I'm fine, unless he can predict the future or somethin' then I don't believe it." I responded, folding my arms earning a chuckle from her.

Once again trying to peer over the desk, I met the receptionist's bored gaze and smiled as a small smile appeared on his face.

He glanced up, muttering, "Mrs. Cheeks, the doctor will see you now."

Going through the pristine white double door, I looked back and waved at him; getting no response as he shifted papers near his computer. Having them close, I whined as bright lights surrounded us, already I don't like this place. Hearing the click of shoes, I fought the urge to hide behind ma's leg like a three year old.

Watching a mouse with gray fur and a nurse outfit bend towards me, I frowned slightly, letting go of ma's hand.

"Dr. Shnell is very excited to meet you." She cooed, much to my annoyance.

Leading us to another white door, I grimaced at the overbearing smell of cleaning products and…old people? Reluctantly going in, with a little push from ma, I sat on the bed still disliking this.

"I don't like it here." I muttered, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"I know, but it's important, Sandy." Ma replied, patting my hand reassuringly.

Noticing a pika walk in wearing a white coat and stethoscope around his neck, he smiled at me, holding out his hand. Shaking it, I glared at the ground, as he said, "It's nice to see you again."

I nodded in reply, not wanting to speak. Lifting my head as he turned to ma, he flipped through his clipboard and hummed questionably.

"I'm afraid to say this, but your daughter's cells aren't reproducing like they normally should. They seem to be deteriorating at alarming rates; I'm not sure if this will help but it's the best we can do." He stated, gray eyes somber-like.

Pulling out a vial of blue liquid, he continued, "This should help replenish her cell reproduction, and she'll have to take it when she's sick. It'll have to be injected; Mrs. Cheeks I'd like to speak to you in private if that's okay."

She nodded as I slid off the bed and left wondering what was so important to not say in front of me. Swinging my feet, I frowned and barely noticed the same nurse from earlier standing beside me. Glaring at her, I said, "It ain't fair; I don't wanna be sick. I'm perfectly fine now, so why is the doc sayin' I'm gonna be sick."

She smiled, replying, "It's alright, dear. Dr. Shnell knows what he's talking about."

"Knows 'bout as much as a cow." I mumbled under my breath, meeting the nurse's blue gaze. Watching ma come out, I jumped up as she put the vial and a small package in her purse.

Looking at the nurse, a grim smile spread on her face, as she took my hand. Turning to leave, I didn't question what was in her purse; all I knew was I never wanted to go back there.

A/N: During this, she's six and this is just supporting her intense dislike of being near or hearing the word hospital. I just don't like going there because it looks depressing. Anyway, I know this isn't as long as I or you thought it would be, but I'm sick right now. Review please. Also, pikas are real animals, if you don't believe me then just look it up.