A/N: Wow. I'm shocked with the response that I got. 21 reviews! Amazing! Yes, this really did happen to me, and I know some of you are already pretty dumbfounded, but it really does get worse. And also, some of you did pick up on the name of the doctor. I didn't use her real name, but my doctor kept clearing her throat and wore pink and a lot of rings. So, I named her Dr. Umbridge after Harry Potter's Dolores Umbridge. I'm glad so many of you enjoyed this!
"Look, I don't have asthma." I tried my best to make my voice sound stern, but sounding like a chipmunk certainly didn't help.
Dr. Umbridge clasped her hands behind her back and began pacing back and forth across the room, a smile on her face. She sighed and shook her head, her wispy hair "Who is the doctor here?"
Not her. She was just a resident. Not a qualified doctor. And by the look on Edward's face, I could tell that his thoughts were on the same track as mine. In response, I snapped my mouth shut, not planning on answering that question. I didn't want to come across as rude. Well, more rude. I pretended to daydream as she tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. I sniffed.
"Did you hear me?" she asked. I sniffed again, and looked up at the ceiling, a fake look of pensiveness on my face. She let out an angry and frustrated sigh. "Pardon me, but I really have to interrupt your dizzy daydream."
Dizzy daydream? Alright, out of all of the things that were wrong with me, dizzy was definitely not one of them. And if I ended up dizzy at all in this office, it would be because of this crazy woman. Edward seemed amused by my reaction. His entertainment was watching me. At this point, I was glad to distract him.
"Annabelle, may I see you outside for a moment?"
Edward's teeth clenched together. "It's Bella," he snapped.
"Sorry," she sighed as she walked out into the hallway to wait for me. She didn't sound sorry at all. Which only made Edward even more furious.
Instead of going straight outside to talk to the woman alone, I crept over to Edward, a smile on my face. "Maybe she will look down at that damn clipboard, giving me a chance to run for it. Wish me luck!" I whispered. Edward cracked a smile, and I heard him laugh just before I walked out of the room.
Oddly enough, Dr. Umbridge was staring down at her clipboard. How ironic. I eyed the end of the hallway, deliberating. Edward would hear me take off, maybe I should . . .
"Shut the door, please?" I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and gritted my teeth instead. I turned around and shut poor Edward in the room all by himself. I waved at him before the edge of the door came into contact with the frame. It's not like shutting this wooden door would keep him from hearing our conversation. By the way things had been going so far, I knew that he would be listening in intently.
With a defeated sigh, I turned back towards the doctor. "Now, Bella. I want you to answer this question as honestly as possible." I stared back at her, waiting. "Look, honey." I internally cringed at her fake endearment. "Is there anything going on at home that you would like to tell me about?"
I couldn't keep my jaw from dropping. "What do mean by that?" I had a clue what she really was talking about, but I didn't dare say it aloud. She had to say it first for Edward to hear.
"Well, you haven't smiled once during this entire visit. You look so miserable."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Are you saying that you think I am depressed!?" I shrieked.
Dr. Umbridge pursed her lips and nodded. "It's a very strong possibility." She has got to be kidding me.
I took a deep breath trying to calm down. "I am not depressed."
"Are you sure? You have looked so unhappy ever since I walked into the room."
"I am sick! How else do you think I would look!? Did you expect me to be jumping up and down yelling, 'Yay, I don't feel well!' during this whole visit?" I snapped.
Dr. Insane looked down at her clipboard again. She clicked her pen and began scribbling something down. "Possibly bipolar," she muttered to herself as the pen scratched across the paper.
"I'm not bipolar either," I said.
"You may go back inside, Isabella." My teeth gritted together as I stomped back into the room, feeling my cheeks heat up from an angry blush. Edward was wide-eyed as he saw me hop back onto the table, muttering incoherently under my breath. Luckily, the doctor didn't come back into the room.
"She thinks you are depressed and bipolar?" he asked, bewildered.
"Don't forget anemic and asthmatic," I sighed. "I honestly don't get it. I come in here to get better, not to feel worse and frustrated."
Edward smiled. "Well, the doctor isn't looking. We could make a run for it if you would like."
"Please!" And then I hopped down, my head throbbing. I yawned hugely as I walked over to the door with Edward right behind me. I poked my head out into the hallway, checking to see if the coast was clear. It was.
I sighed in relief as I walked towards the exit, hand-in-hand with Edward. As soon as my hand wrapped around the knob, someone cleared their throat behind us. I felt Edward's hand tighten around mine as he picked up on who it was. We were so close to getting out of this hell hole! Now I'm depressed.
"Where do you think you two are going?" she snapped, her voice cold. Her tone had lost that fake politeness in the duration of our stay. Things just kept getting worse and worse . . . and worse. I wondered what on earth could happen next.
"I needed to use the restroom," I lied.
She cocked an eyebrow. "The bathroom is in the other direction."
Damn.
We had been caught red handed . . . or clammy handed. Either way, our escape had failed. I walked back into the room, my shoulders slouched. I didn't get up on the exam table this time. I didn't like that rubbery fabric on the top, and I definitely didn't like the lack of cushion. I sat down on Edward's lap, and of course, he was harder than the cheap table.
But I preferred this spot over that rubbery piece of junk.
"Now, I need you to take this." She sat a small paper on the arm of the chair and gave me a pen. I stared at her, confused. "It's a test for you to take. This will help me determine if you are asthmatic or not." I looked at Edward. His eyes were narrowed into slits, his jaw clenched tight. He might even be more angry than I am at this point.
I snatched the piece of paper, an idea in mind. I didn't plan on answering any of these truthfully. And then maybe, just maybe, this woman would prescribe me some proper medication and I could get out of here. I circled random answers for each of the questions, not reading them. I handed the paper back to Dr. Umbridge and she skimmed over it.
She sighed. "I'm afraid you are asthmatic."
"She is not!" Edward growled. "I would have picked up on any wheezing or . . . oh, I don't know . . . asthma attacks!"
Dr. Umbridge cleared her throat and pretended not to hear him. "I'll be right back." I looked at Edward, eyes wide and excited. A chance to escape! But, just before the lady walked out, she whipped around and glared at us. "And don't you dare go anywhere." And then the door shut, and I could have sworn I heard it lock.
"Now, we're her prisoners!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the air in exasperation.
Edward laughed. "I can break the door if you need me to."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I don't think that's necessary. I feel bad enough being this woman's prisoner. Imagine how bad I would feel if you became a jail's prisoner for vandalism."
He knew I had a point.
A few more minutes of mindless plans to escape running through my mind went by. I even thought about Edward leaping out of the window, but there was one problem. There were no windows in this room. So, I guess this could be considered solitary confinement. A windowless, depressing, solitary confinement.
Doctor's office style.
The door opened, and Edward's eyes widened. I thought it would be Dr. Insane, but it wasn't. It was another doctor. And she was holding a small, plastic basket in her right hand. In it, were small test tubes. I held my breath as I realized what was going on.
"Hi, honey," the lady greeted. "I need some of your blood to test if you're anemic." She spoke to me as if I was a two-year-old. Which made me ten times more furious.
"I'm not anemic!" I practically yelled. Edward still hadn't moved. We really needed to get out of here. I didn't want to know what would happen while this nurse was taking blood from me.
"Do you want to stay there? Or do you want to go to the exam table?"
"I want to go home! I am not anemic! I am not asthmatic! But that doctor is insane!"
"I can't do anything about the staff, sweetie. But I do need to do my job," she said as she knelt down next to me, rubbing alcohol now in hand.
"I'm not doing it! I don't want you poking me for no reason!"
Edward sighed. "Taking blood from her really isn't necessary," he said as calmly as possible.
The nurse looked slightly confused for a moment, and then recovered. "I'm just doing my job." Edward and I stayed completely still, glaring at her with different intensities in our looks. And then, the nurse gave in. "Alright, fine. You don't have to do this."
I was so happy that I could have thrown my arms around the lady in a vice tight hug. But that was Emmett's job, not mine. And it would have been weird anyway. "Thank you," Edward said, and there was unmistakable relief in his voice.
The lady turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I let my head fall back on Edward's shoulder. "Ugh, that was a close one."
"I know," Edward replied, possibly even more relieved than I was.
Dr. Umbridge came stomping into the room. I pretended that she wasn't there just to annoy her. She let out an angry sigh at my response. "You should have let the lady take your blood. Now your anemia is going to get worse because you wouldn't test for it," she snapped.
I felt Edward smile against my hair. "Watch your tone with her." I had to suppress a giggle. This was his time to get back at Dr. Insane. At first, it was Edward who was upset, and this lady would warn him about his attitude. An attitude that he didn't even have. Just thinking back about it made me angry.
"Excuse me?" Dr. Umbridge asked, astounded.
"You heard me. Now, I think this visit is over." He ignored her protests as he carried me out of the room. She yelled for us to come back, but Edward never turned.
A/N: Unfortunately, I did have to get blood taken. Three whole test tubes full! And I didn't get to leave early :( But at least Bella did! I am writing the Epilogue right now, so that should be up very soon! Review!