Chapter 3
Jonathan was lying down in his bed throwing up in a trashcan. Chase walked into the room.
"I'm sorry you're sick," Chase said. "I got you an appointment. It's in an hour, so you need to get dressed."
"I don't need a doctor," Jonathan said. "I'm fine."
"You've been vomiting all night," Chase said. "You need to go to the doctor."
"But what if the doctor wants to draw blood?" Jonathan asked.
"Jonathan," Chase said.
"I don't want to go to the doctor," Jonathan said. "I'm scared."
"Look," Chase said. "I don't like going to the doctor either, but you have been throwing up all night and you have a headache."
"But what if you get mad at me?" Jonathan asked.
"Why would I get mad at you for being sick?" Chase asked. "It's not your fault that you're sick. Get dressed. We're leaving in 20 minutes."
As they waited in the doctor's office, Jonathan nervously looked at Chase.
"It's going to be okay," Chase said.
A nurse walked into the waiting room.
"Jonathan?" the nurse asked.
Jonathan and Chase got up and followed the nurse down the hallway. Jonathan stood on a scale and was weighed. Jonathan and Chase were then brought into one of the examination rooms.
"Okay," the nurse said. "The doctor will be here shortly."
Chase and Jonathan waited. As they waited, Chase looked at his son.
"Quit looking so nervous," Chase said. "It's going to be okay."
The doctor walked into the room and introduced herself.
"Hello," the doctor said. "I'm Doctor Young. Which on of you is Jonathan?"
"I am," Jonathan said.
After examining Jonathan and asking him questions, Doctor Young wrote down on her pad and paper.
"Okay," Doctor Young said. "It sounds like you have stomach flu. Don't worry about eating today. Just drink plenty of water and I will write you a prescription for anti-nausea pills. Take one every 6 hours as needed and I would take ibuprofen for the headache."
"Yes ma'am," Jonathan said. "Thank you. When can I go back to school?"
"I recommend waiting a couple of days, but if you feel up to it tomorrow it's your call," Doctor Young said. "But as for today, plenty of rest."
"Yes ma'am," Jonathan said.
After getting his medicine and taking the dosage needed, Jonathan and Chase went home. Jonathan went up to his room, took off his shoes, and lied down under the covers. Chase walked into the room.
"See," Chase said. "Aren't you glad you went to the doctor?"
"Yes," Jonathan replied.
Chase kissed his son on the forehead.
"I'll let you rest," Chase said.
"Thanks Dad," Jonathan said.
"I'm so lucky to have a son like you," Chase said.
Chase walked out of the room and shut the door.
"I'm a horrible son," Jonathan said to himself.