So this was my first ever go at writing a complete chapter through Doc Manager on here, and I have to say. I think it was a success! I hope you all enjoy and please don't forget to review :)
What the Hell's wrong with me?! Was the only thing that rushed to the magician's brain at that moment. The Blacks simply didn't fall ill at random. There had to be an explanation. Bad sushi? Flu? Mad Cow?! Of course he wasn't allotted the privilege to mentally run through possibilities as another merciless wave of nausea took hold.
"Cam, I think perhaps you need to see a doctor"
Kay suggested. Her voice rising a bit higher than usual out of worry. Still not moving her hand from his back. He wipes the bit of stray puke from his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Attempting to regain a standing position and hopefully not vomit whilst doing so.
"You know I can't stand them, Kay"
He grumbles. Rather shocked he was able to keep things down this time. Although, he was fairly certain there was nothing left to bring back up anyway. She sighs, as they hear the Vagisil with legs bitch poor Mike out over tossing his cell.
"Bro, what the fuck?! That was a $900 phone!"
He exclaimed. Practically enraged. Mike couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He didn't care, Hell, he'd do it again given the chance. But people like that made the action justifiable, at least in his eyes.
"Brett, when you try to turn one of my colleagues into a cash-grab. You'll find I no longer play nice"
Incredibly enough, it seemed his words got through that steroid abusing skull of his. He actually, dare Cam say, looked a tad guilty.
"Yo..you're right, man, sorry"
He supplies rather sheepishly. Mike nods and tells him to go grab the phone. If it was damaged in the throw he'd cover the repair charges. In the meantime, he would check on their consultant.
"Everything alright, Cam?"
He inquires while approaching the duo. The illusionist simply nods and continues trying to keep his nerves under wraps.
"Fine, just a touch of the flu I guess"
Judging from the expression gracing the agent's face. Something told him he wasn't buying it.
"I'm with Kay on this one, sorry man. But better safe than sorry"
He glances over at the female agent. Hoping, maybe, she had changed her mind and they could move past this. She smiles innocently and jests with a gleam in her eye.
"Sorry Cam, but majority rules. Two against one"
They told him everything would be taken care of on this end. So as long as he did as he was told and arrange for an appointment. It was the one time he bit the metophorical bullet and placed the call. Considering he was something of a celebrity status. There was no scheduling ahead of time. He was able to be penciled in almost as soon as he got through on the other line.
The waiting room was about what you'd come to expect from a small metropolitan health clinic. Tables stacked with magazines. Walls painted a generic eggshell. The occasional cough from nearby, seated patients. And the defiant kid or two whose piss poor excuse for parents couldn't be bothered to control.
"Cameron Black?"
Announces a ponytailed raven haired nurse with a clipboard. Dressed in gaudy cobalt blue smocks. Though amazingly, she was one of the few that could pull the look off.
"Here"
He replies. Of course, he turns this into something of a joke whilst simultaneously raising his hand like a grade school child. She on the other hand, was not so amused.
"Right this way, please"
She instructs in an almost robotic like tone. Guiding him down the hall until they reach a scale.
"I'll just need your height and weight"
He smirks and steps on the platform
"Okay, 165.8.."
She jots the weight info down and gets to measuring his height.
"And 5 foot, 9 inches.."
Seemed she was a woman of few words, aside from work related. But maybe she preferred it that way. She resumes guiding him down the narrow hallway until they reach a small exam room. She holds the door open as he makes his way through.
She jots down a few more things and states.
"Doctor Hughes will see you shortly"
He thanks her and with that, she disappears beyond the doorframe. The incessant crinkling from the paper lining of the exam table was enough to drive him mad. The room didn't help matters any, either. Seemed a little too clinical. Sterile. He hated it. Within a matter of seconds he hears the doorknob turn. Damn, that was fast.
A presumably middle aged man with slight salt and pepper hair enters. He seemed a lot more personable than the nurse. Cam would say that much. He gives a comforting smile and leans in to shake Cameron's hand.
"Mr. Black it's nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Avery Hughes. Gotta say, very impressed with the magic"
Oh God. He groans internally. Oftentimes he'd like to leave the magic in Las Vegas and get on with business. He returns the smile and thanks the kind man for his words. He hated formalities though.
"Please, just call me Cameron"
The Doctor chuckles a bit.
"Okay Cameron, so what brings you in today? Charts say you've been experiencing an onset of nausea and fatigue?"
The illusionist nods.
"Yeah, I mean... even before today. Seems I've been getting sick off 'n on for a couple weeks. This' just the first time it's happened on the job"
"I see"
The older man states in a low tone. He takes the info and starts tapping away at the nearby keyboard. Anxiety building in the illusionist's body. He was fearing the worst.
"Cam, if it's okay with you, I'd like to take a blood sample for testing"
He nods, giving the doctor permission. He examines Cameron's arm until finding just the right draw site. Sterilizes the area and proceeds with gently pushing the needle through. He flinches a bit, but before he knew it. The spot was wiped clean and bandaged.
"This'll only take a few minutes"
Hughes informed him. Vial in hand. He makes one final check to see if Cameron will be okay and leaves for the testing lab.
-10 Minutes Later-
Hughes returns with the results. His expression made the poor illusionist's previous anxiety skyrocket. He appeared at a loss for words as he scanned and rescanned the results.
"Oh God.. it's cancer isn't it?"
Cameron laments. However, studying the man's expression again. This thankfully didn't seem like the case. Hughes clears his throat before answering.
"Well no, actually everything seems to be perfectly normal... I'm sorry to ask, but have you been...sexually active as of late?"
He could feel his face flush. He wasn't the type to discuss his personal life. But this was a medical professional, so at least that part was somewhat comforting. He mentally ran through any recent flings. He'd always been careful. But then it hit him. Cassie-no-last-name.
"Um yeah"
He choked. Feeling the ball of anxiety rise in his throat. It was either that or another lovely wave of nausea. Hughes checks the charts again.
"I...I don't exactly know how to tell you this, Cameron, but... you're pregnant"