I was shaken awake and I blinked at the short blonde hair and blue eyed man in front of me. The man smiled and stood up tall, the smile not wavering.
"Abigail, I'm Doctor Watson."
I stood and cleared my throat and walked into his room. He followed me in and I took a seat by the desk, fighting back the blush that was working itself onto my face.
He closed the door and I looked up. Red collared shirt, black pants and black jacket. He wore a nice silver watch on his left wrist and he smiled sweetly.
"So, what can I do for you today?" asked Doctor Watson, sitting down in front of me and clicking on his computer.
"Um, well," I said, holding my hands together in my lap. "I've been blacking out and collapsing and pretty much well, not feeling well."
"Blacking out and fainting?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Well, doubling over in pain and struggling to breathe and then I'm all fine afterwards. Kind of like an episode."
He nodded and typed something into his computer.
"You're records are coming up with a lot of stomach problems in the past." Said Doctor Watson. "Did you eat anything unusual around the time of these episodes?"
"The first one was when I was drinking so, I thought I was just a little bit too drunk."
He chuckled at me but waved me to continue my explanation. "The next one was at work. I hadn't eaten anything I wouldn't. It was just a normal day."
"Are you taking any medication?" asked Watson.
"No."
It hit harder than before.
I gasped and collapsed forward, Watson coming forward and taking me by the shoulders.
"Easy, easy now." He said, holding me while I tried to breathe. "Take a breath."