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Jim was scared as heck.
He hated going to the doctor with a passion. Not even if he got a special treat afterwords.
"I hate you and the doctor", grumbled Jim trudging behind Delbert to the doctor's.
Delbert shrugged and turned to Jim.
"Well, blame the virus", said Delbert. "Its the virus's fault that you're sick".
"I can't blame something I can't see", shouted Jim.
Delbert frowned at Jim.
"You shouldn't be shouting like that", Delbert scolded. "That'll make you feel worse".
"I can shout all I want", Jim shouted again.
This time, Delbert gave Jim 'the look'. Jim knew that look and shut his mouth.
"Sorry", said Jim.
"Apology accepted", said Delbert giving Jim a pat on the shoulder. "Now, come on".
Jim followed Delbert into the doctor's office and sat down in a near by chair while Delbert signed Jim in.
They waited for few minutes before Jim starts pacing.
"James, relax", said Delbert watching Jim pacing. "Sit down and take a deep breath".
Jim did so but it did little to calm him down.
"I hate the doctor's and you know that", said Jim getting up and pacing again.
They waited for 10 more minutes before a nurse came out.
"James Hawkins", she called.
Jim froze in place. Delbert shook him out of it and followed the nurse to the exam room.
"Just hop up onto the table and the doctor will be right with you", said the nurse leaving the room.
After she left, Jim started messing with his hands.
"James calm down", said Delbert grabbing Jim's hands, holding them in place. "There's nothing to worry about. The doctor just going to take a quick look at you and we'll be on our way".
Delbert let go of Jim's hands and sat down, waiting for the doctor, with Jim still messing with his hands.
A few minutes later, the doctor finally came in.
"You're Mr….James Hawkins, am I correct"? the doctor asked Jim.
Jim only nodded.
"All right then, James, I'm Dr. Joe Blackfield", said Dr. Blackfield shaking Jim's then Delbert's hand. "I'll be your attending physician today.".
Jim swallowed nervously but, again, only nodded.
"Now, what seems to be the problem"? asked looking through Jim's file.
"James has been sick for 2 days with a fever of 102", said Delbert answering the question for Jim. "Only once has it gone up to 103".
"Hmmm…a temperature of 102, you say", said closing the file and putting it next to Jim. "Has he been eating and drinking fluids"?
"He hasn't been eating or drinking much", Delbert admitted. "Just this morning, he threw up and that concerns me".
"I only threw up because the eggs you made were awful", Jim confessed angrily. "You cook horrible food. I had to force myself to throw up".
Delbert turned to Jim.
"So, you scared me for no reason at all"? Delbert asked mad. "Just because you didn't like what I cooked for you"?
Jim gulped and nodded.
"Doc, lets be honest, you can't cook", said Jim. "You suck at it".
chuckled a little.
"Has he been resting at all"? asked again.
"Yes he has", said Delbert.
"All right then, lets have a look at you shall we"? said . "I want to take your temperature first because thats concerning".
took out a thermometer and stuck it into Jim's mouth. Then, he took Jim's right wrist.
Jim looks at Delbert questionably at this action.
"He's just checking your pulse", Delbert answering Jim's unasked question. "Its nothing to worry about".
Then, let go of Jim's wrist and took out the thermometer. He wrote down the results.
put his hands on Jim's neck and began to put a little pressure on it. Jim jerks away.
"What are you doing"? Jim angrily asks.
"James Isaac", Delbert scolded before turning to the doctor. "I'm really sorry about that".
puts a hand up.
"Its fine", said before turning to Jim. "I was checking to see if your throat was swollen. May I continue"?
Jim sighed but nodded, allowing the doctor to feel his throat.
"You don't seem to have a sore throat", said writing in Jim's file. "Now, lets check your ears".
"Why do you need to check my ears"? Jim asked rudely.
"James, you will stop this behavior at once", Delbert, again, scolded. "I'm very sorry about this. I don't know what has gotten into him".
"Its alright", said . "I just need to see if he has an ear infection in one of his ears. Then, I'll listen to his lungs and I'll be done".
shined a light into Jim's ears and frowned.
"You seem to have a ear infection in your left ear", said . "I'll prescribe antibiotics later".
"That kinda explains the pain I had last night in my ear", said Jim rubbing the back of his head.
Then, put on his stethoscope and motioned Jim to take off his shirt.
"Can you do this with my shirt on"? Jim asked nervously. "Please".
"I won't be able to hear your lungs real well with your shirt on", said sadly. "Now off with the shirt".
Jim groans and takes off his shirt. When the end of the stethoscope is placed onto Jim's back, Jim yelps in surprise.
"Its freezing cold", chattered Jim. "How can anybody stand it"?
"Shush, Jim", whispered Delbert putting a finger to his mouth. "You need to be quiet so can hear your breathing".
Jim stayed quiet for several minutes until the cold instrument was removed from his back.
wrote down his findings in Jim's file and looked at Delbert.
"Its just a case of the flu and moderate ear infection", said writing something on a small piece of paper. "He'll need some ear drops and a lot of rest. Give James the ear drops once when he wakes up, once after or before lunch, and once before he goes to bed".
"Alright then, thank you Doctor", said Delbert shaking his hand. "I'll make sure he takes the medicine one time".
"Great, more medicine to torture me with", grumbled Jim folding his hands across chest.
"James", scolded Delbert. "You will take that medicine unless you want to be sick even longer".
"You may pay the secretary up front", said handing the paper to Delbert.
Then, the doctor left. Delbert paid the secretary and got the ear drops from the pharmacy.
"James, when we get back home, I want to have a talk with you", said Delbert as they walked home.
Jim gulped again.
'I'm in trouble', he thought.
Author's note: Sorry it took me a bit to type this. This is the longest chapter I have ever typed so please excuse the mistakes I may have made.