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Monday morning at a quarter to 9, Leon carefully drove himself to the doctor's.
The lady at the front desk was used to him arriving early for his appointment, having seen him around every so often for routine check ups after his fall during a performance. She never got around to seeing Romeo and Juliet, but she was sure he had been fantastic, if his current performances were any indicator.
The man was a heartthrob, that was for sure. It was just a pity she was already taken.
"Good morning, Mr. Oswald." She handed him a pen to sign in, the action flashing her French manicure in an unnecessary show for him to compliment her on. Married she may be, but it was still nice to receive compliments.
Leon didn't notice. He was struggling to not panic.
After the carnival his condition worsened on Saturday, Sunday, and even this morning when he woke up. His heart rate had been rather fast and given his late mother's heart condition, he was worried that he had a similar disposition. He supposed it was showing up late in his life, but that was not something he really thought about.
It was a dire, life changing situation; and not only for his career but in his personal life as well.
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Dr. Kate sat comfortably in her office, stirring some coffee as she looked over today's schedule.
Mrs. Minton's schedule was pushed back-as was expected-to Wednesday at 1:15PM, seeing as her prescription came in late.
Then there was the result of a formal pregnancy test to tell at noon. Kate smiled. The couple had been trying to get pregnant for a while now. She was glad to tell them some good news for once.
Just as she spotted that Mr. Leon Oswald was coming in to see her today, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The office's assistant nurse came inside quickly, some black strands from her loose bun whipping about her head as she closed the door. Kate frowned as the young woman's lips were tightly pressed together and her hands clutching the clipboard as some sort of anchor keeping her together.
"Tamara, what's wrong?"
Tamara's dark eyes were growing wider as she attempted to get a hold of her emotions only to pathetically fail in the next couple of seconds.
"Bhwahaha!" she pitched over as she finally let it out. "I've never heard a grown man - not even as an intern! Hahaha!"
Before Kate could ask her what was so funny, Tamara held up the clipboard while still bent over. "My side!" Tamara cried out as the humor of it all was becoming too much for her.
Kate took it, seeing Mr. Leon Oswald's name at the top of the paper.
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Patiently - if you discount his crossed leg bouncing over his knee - Leon sat in one of the rooms.
The nurse's tense form as Leon described his symptoms had him extremely worried. He really wasn't a worrier but how could he not be, given the negative reactions of the nurse and the stiff way she left the room? Obviously, the doctor was needed ASAP and there was not a moment to lose.
His leg bounced even faster.
He tried looking at the painting in the room with the boat in the water but he's already seen it before. Whenever he came, he always seemed to be put in the same room.
Unfortunate.
But not really helping him calm down right now.
He thought about yesterday's practice, and then switched to the memory of his dream when his insides squirmed. Sadly, the dream only made him even more sick feeling so he went to the memory of the tank of goldfish.
Thinking that a recollection of wiggling orange things with eyes would distract him, he began to relax.
However, the sudden flash of big, brown eyes looking at him beyond the fish tank had him recalling his dream of her standing in front of him in some random park and his hand had found its way back to her chest. It had felt so real and surreal, he had thought it was actually occurring. However, when Sora only giggled about it, he knew it wasn't real but he was still screaming at himself to get his hand off - an action his dream self wasn't inclined on doing. Then, dream Sora merely touched his arm, her slender fingers trailing up and up without pause, causing his world to collapse with the onslaught of electricity he was feeling.
He had awoken for that part, his senses abuzz and his conscience appalled with his dream self for doing such a thing.
Leon frowned as his insides were a mess from the recollection. Not helping. As a last resort, he began to recite an old nursery rhyme in his head, hoping that would take his mind off of things.
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous...
The door to the room opened. Finally...
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AN: I just had to skip to the doctor's visit! Couldn't wait to get this out!