"Wake up, Ritsuka, you have a doctors appointment to go to," I opened my eyes.
"But Soubi, aren't those expensive?"
"I don't mind, Ritsuka, anything to make you feel better," I sat up and took the medicine he was handing me. Directly after, I began to feel nauseous. Soubi seemed to sense this and carried me swiftly to the bathroom, where I puked the medicine back up.
"You haven't eaten or drank in a long time, I'll get you some water, please drink it all," When he came back, I obeyed, and was rewarded with being carried back to bed.
"Where are my pants?" I asked.
"Oh, I didn't put them back on you so I wouldn't wake you, and I need to take your temperature every three hours was what the women at the hospital told me. You hungry?" I shook my head.
"Too bad," he said, holding me cup of soup.
"I'll go make you some tea," I had some of the soup as I waited. When he came back, he said,
"Good, you're eating. I was worried; remember the morning you threw up? It's been two days since then,"
"Really?"
"Yes, it's just awful. I can't wait to get you to the doctor to get to the end of this," he said,
"I'm ready to go and I washed your old clothes, you can wear them to your appointment," he sat there, silently waiting with me as I had most of my meal. When I was done, he felt my forehead.
"You ready to get over my lap for another temp check?" he stated more than asked, as he whipped out the thermometer and Vaseline. I laid down on him as he lubricated my rear.
"Oh yeah, my pants never did come back on,"
He then lifted up my tail and slid the thermometer in, and you guessed it, he twirled it about, too. Once it beeped, he took it out and wrote down my temperature. Then, he handed me my clothes and helped me change into them. After that, he combed my hair. Soon, we were all ready to go, so he put the notepad with my temperatures written down on it into his pocket and picked me up, one hand over my frequently-seen rear and the other over my back. Once I was adjusted, he only had to hold a hand over my back as I wrapped my legs around his left side, leaving his other hand free to open the door. There was a taxi waiting outside for us.
"Sakura Hospital," Soubi told the driver while shutting the door and sitting me in the cab. I put my seatbelt on and the driver headed towards our destination. I felt sick to my stomach the whole ride up, but somehow managed to keep my insides inside of me. Once we'd arrived, Soubi paid the man and undid my seatbelt, continuing on by carrying me out and into the hospital, up many elevators that caused great dizziness, and through multiple hallways until Soubi opened the door to the waiting room of the doctors office of which I would be diagnosed in.
"Aoyagi, Ritsuka," Soubi told the receptionist.
"Oh, you!" she exclaimed.
"I apologize we couldn't fit you in sooner, I felt awful, you were so concerned for that boy,"
"Thank you," he said, sitting me into a chair, with him right beside me. It was a short wait for my turn, fortunately. A door opened and a nurse not much older than Soubi wearing a small, short, and tight uniform carrying a clipboard asked,
"Aoyagi-san?" Soubi stood up and held my hand as we followed the nurse into a small room. Inside the room was a desk with many drawers and supplies, not to mention the cabinets above it, a black swirly chair beside it, and another chair on the other side of the room, and an examination table covered with paper and a small pillow.
"Hello, my name's Minki and I'll be your nurse today!" she greeted. She sounded more like a waitress then a doctor. I could just see her, walking up to me at a restaurant saying,
"Hello, my name's Minki and I'll be your server today!" But I had to admit, she was making this doctor's visit seem like something enjoyable to do during your free time.
"Now, please take off all of your clothes except your underwear and sit down on the examination table. I'll be back to check your vitals in a minute," she said sweetly, while leaving the room. I undressed and then heard a knock at the door.
"I'm ready," I coughed. She walked in and looked over at Soubi.
"The receptionist told me she had you take his temperature every three hours, is that correct?"
"Yes," he said.
"Would you care to share those with me, for his file?"
"Of course," said Soubi, handing her his notepad.
"All of the temperatures recorded are rectal, and the first one on this sheet of paper was taken right before I scheduled the appointment. He only had medicine right after the first reading, it was some children's' Tylenol,"
"Thank you! You take his temperature rectally at home?" she asked while copying his notes down onto her clipboard.
"Yes, the old-fashioned way is the most accurate,"
"Of course! I don't know many people at this time who take their kids temperatures that way in these days though. What position do you put him in?"
"Over my lap. He's so small he fits perfectly,"
"Indeed. Thank you, Agatsuma-san," she said, handing Soubi his notepad back. She turned to me.
"Now," she said.
"Since you receive a rectal temperature taking at home, I'm going to take your temperature both orally and rectally, okay?" I nodded, and she pulled out a thermometer from the desk and turned it on, placing the tip under the left side of my tongue, falling over to the right side of my mouth as she held it in place. When it beeped, she took it out and recorded my temperature on her clipboard.
"My, you have a fever," she said, showing the small thermometer to Soubi, who wrote my temperature down in his notebook.
"Alright, now I'll double check it with the rectal," She said. She sat next to me on the table, and patted her lap as a motion for me to come and get my temperature taken.
"On your tummy, please," I obeyed and she slipped my boxers down, and then rubbed some Vaseline on my rear-end, followed by covering the thermometer, and then holding my tail out of the way and my cheeks apart to slip the thermometer in, and once it was in, she kept a grip on it. After it was done, she took it out, passing it over to Soubi, and writing something down on her clipboard. Then, she let me pull my boxers back up as she stood up and took the thermometer back from Soubi, placing it on her desk. She felt my forehead.
"The thermometer's don't lie," said Minki as I put my underwear back on.
"Say ahh," she said, coming towards me with the tongue depressor. I hesitated.
"This isn't the strep test, yet," she said.
"By the way, an at-home strep test came out negative, by the way," added Soubi.
"Is that so? Well anyways, open up Aoyagi-san,"
"Ahhh,"
"Good boy!" Minki exclaimed while she pulled the earpieces of her stethoscope in place and warmed the cold equipment in her hands before placing them on my chest.
"Hey, can I call you Ritsuka-kun or Ritsuka-chan?" she asked, right out of the blue.
"Sure,"
"Yay! I love being good friends with my patients. The more friends the better, right?" she exclaimed as she listened to my heart.
"Good, good, Ritsuka-chan, your heart checks out good! Now, let me look in your ears, eyes and nose and then I'll move on to the strep test, mkay?" she checked over me.
"I almost forgot! I need to check your pulse!" Minki ran up to grab a thing on the wall. She wrapped part around my arm and pumped it up.
"Yay! Perfectly normal! Now for the suckish part. I know it's crappy, but we gotta do it! I'll do my best next time I need one, so you do your best to take it now, kay?" she winked.
"Say, ahh!"
"Ahhhhhhhh…ke!" I choked as she pulled it out.
"Okie-dokie, I'ts time for me to go, hopefully I'll see you next time-ja! (bye)" she skipped out the door, looking back at me the whole time, waving. After a while, a new doctor came in.
"You can call me Doku-san. Don't worry, I'm not as scary as my name!" she joked.
"Minki-chan took your vitals, I see. How has he been eating?" she turned towards Soubi.
"Not well, I'm afraid, and he throws up his medicine. I thought I should tell you for his well-being, but I'd really rather he wouldn't have to get a shot," he answered.
"We'll see. The test came out negative, so I need to find out what's hurting you," she told me.
"There isn't a bug or anything going around, so I really wonder what is," Doku-san felt my stomach, and looked at Minki's notes.
"Oh! I can see just by touching you and reading Minki's report that you, my dear, have the stomach flu. Since, you don't want a shot, I'm going to prescribe some suppositories…"
"Is she crazy?"
"…and they'll be ones you won't need any other medicine with. But I am very concerned about his temperature. If it gets any higher, you need to take him to the E.R. or if it isn't that much of problem than-"she stopped mid-sentence and turned.
"Minki! Minki-chan!" she called.
"Hai, Hai! (yes)"
"Minki-chan, you sister may have a customer,"
"For Miri-suipa?!? Thank you very much, sensei!" she bowed, and turned to me.
"My little sister, Miri, wants to be a doctor when she grows big, just like her onee-chan! She's sixteen, and so smart she has a license to do house calls! She didn't know how to get any patients, but her Minki-oneechan said she'd keep a look out for her!"
"Hold on, Minki-chan. You took his vitals yourself; you can tell that Aoyagi-kun is very sick. I doubt he will be calling Miri. If he gets much worse, he'd be a prime candidate for the E.R. I'm sorry Minki, but I really doubt your little sister will be taking care of him.
"I see. Well, goodbye Ritsuka-kun!"
"Thank you for seeing us today," said Soubi, helping me into my clothes.
"My rash's gone…"
"Yes! You're getting better!"
"Thanks for taking care of me,"
"No problem. Just rest up and take your medicine!" he said as he lifted me up. My medicine. I'd almost forgotten about that.
"I'm going to run since the appointment ran late and there's a taxi waiting for us. Don't throw up on me! But, if that was so simple to ask, I'd tell you to not vomit at all!" he joked while paying. Then, we rushed out the door. He did the normal helping me in the taxi routine, and I fell asleep while in there. That was the longest time I'd been awake in quite awhile.
…
"Wake up, Ritsuka. It's time to take your medicine,"
"Oh no," I groaned, rolling over on my stomach. He chuckled as he turned me back over.
"You can't escape it, Ritsuka. Aren't you thankful you didn't need have to get any shots?" I was thankful for that. I really hate getting shots. They hurt and make me faint. The old Ritsuka didn't faint though.
"Please don't give me a hard time, Ritsuka. Just relax, it'll be over before you know it," I moaned.
"What, now are you going to tell me that "this won't hurt a bit" and then completely go psycho with getting it into me!"
"No, I'm just trying to calm you down. Also, it isn't going to take that long. Please don't be frightened,"
"How many are you going to shove up my butt for the first dose?"
"Three, and Ritsuka, don't be vulgar,"
"Says you!"
"When have I ever been vulgar?"
"Hello!"
"Stop being sarcastic. Now be good and take your medicine,"
"Fine," I rolled over on my stomach.
"Nice try. Over my lap," I groaned and dramatically threw myself over him.
"Someone's feeling better,"
"Now you're being sarcastic! Cut it out! I feel real sick. Just, gimmie the meds so I can get better, and that's an order,"
"As you wish, Ritsuka," I felt my pants come off and then I felt my underwear being slipped down and off of my ankles. I was a little scared, but it wasn't a shot, and Soubi was administering this. My love was going to give it to me…
"Uh, Soubi?"
"Yes?"
"Can you please, um, take my, um, uh, y'know, um, uh, my, um, temperature first?"
"Of course, Ritsuka," The thermometer was right on the desk with the Vaseline so he just reached over and grabbed it. He took my temperature. When he was done, he announced,
"You're fever is still not gone," and picked up one of the suppositories. He carefully placed it in; making sure it was going in far enough, as I sighed. Then he inserted the next one, and then the next one…Then it was all over. I secretly wished for more as he dressed me.
"I'm going to get you some food," he said, leaving the room. I layed back down; and he quickly returned. I ate, and then he placed a wet washcloth on my forehead. Then, I drifted off to sleep.
…
"Sweetie, you need some more medicine and food," I opened my eyes and layed down on his lap. He inserted my medicine. Then, he looked in my eyes.
"Since even though your color isn't back, you didn't cough much last night, I thought I'd take it under your arm, because you like that better. In case you were wondering why I didn't take you temperature before the suppositories," But I did like him taking my temperature the way he normally does. This was going to be embarrassing.
"Actually, Soubi," I said, slumping into his lap. Then I rolled over so I was sideways with my back facing his chest, and I was spread out over his legs, as he reached down and put a large hand over my forehead.
"I like when you take my temperature rectally,"
"You do? Really? Wow…Well, okay! We'll just wait a little bit!"
"And, Soubi?"
"Yes?"
"If you don't carry me to the bathroom right now there's gonna be a problem,"