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Isshin was busy when he got up the next morning.
Ichigo had his appointment at nine today and he needed to make sure they got there on time. So, he got the girls up and helped Yuzu make breakfast before making sure they got ready for school. After that, he sent them on their way. The older man still had a little over an hour and a half before the appointment so he let Ichigo sleep a little longer while he got himself ready. When Isshin was ready to go, he went upstairs to get Ichigo up. He found his son still asleep on his stomach, weak coughs escaping his lips. He went over to Ichigo and gently shook his shoulder.
"Ichigo," he said. "Ichigo, it's time to wake up."
The orange haired boy let out a couple of coughs before pushing himself up and looking over at his father.
"Leave me alone," he muttered hoarsely. "I want to sleep."
Then, he plopped back onto his bed and closed his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep. Isshin sighed and shook his shoulder again, only a little harder this time.
"I'm sorry but I need you to get up," he told him. "You need to brush your teeth and eat your breakfast before we go to the hospital."
Ichigo pushed himself up again and stared at his father with wide eyes filled with fear.
"No!" he whined. "I don't want to."
"I'm sorry Ichigo," said Isshin, giving him a sympathetic look. "But you have to. Now, come on. You need to get up and get ready."
The black haired man gave Ichigo's shoulder a squeeze before leaving to get the sick teen's breakfast ready. After he left, Ichigo groaned which caused a coughing fit. Once it passed, the teen got up out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom. He quickly brushed his teeth and was going to go back to his room to change when he decided against it.
"I'm not changing out of my pajamas," he muttered as he walked down the stairs, still in the clothes he slept in. "It's only a doctor's appointment."
Ichigo entered the kitchen and saw a plate with two pieces of toast and some orange juice sitting at his spot at the table. Isshin, who was washing the dishes, turned around and gave Ichigo a small smile.
"Hey," he said, walking over to him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Ichigo answered quietly, coughing a little.
His father frowned and placed the back of his hand on Ichigo's forehead.
"Still pretty warm," he sighed, removing his hand. "Sit down and wait just a moment before eating your breakfast. I want to take your temperature."
Then, he left to go upstairs. Ichigo frowned at him while he went up the steps but went over to his spot and sat down. Not long after he did that, Isshin came back downstairs, thermometer in hand. He turned it on and went over to his sick son.
"Open up," the older man ordered.
Ichigo opened his mouth and let Isshin stick the thermometer under his tongue. After a little bit, the thermometer began to beep. The older Kurosaki took the instrument out of his son's mouth.
"39⁰C," he read, shaking the thermometer. "It went back up. That's not a good sign."
While he was speaking, Ichigo turned towards his breakfast, completely ignoring what his father was saying, and began to nibble on the toast. Not knowing that his son wasn't paying attention, Isshin continued to talk at him about what was going to happen that day.
"…And maybe we can get some food…" said Isshin, turning towards his son and noticing that he wasn't listening. "Ichigo…Ichigo….ICHIGO!"
Isshin shouted his son's name which caused him to jump. Ichigo started to cough when he turned and glared at his father.
"What the hell!" Ichigo snapped once he stopped coughing.
"You weren't listening," said Isshin, shrugging his shoulders. "I just said that after you eat, we'll head to the hospital. Then, if you're feeling up to it, we can get something to eat after your doctor's appointment."
The teenager shrugged before going back to nibbling on his toast. Isshin sighed but left the teen alone to eat. Soon, Ichigo was done eating, only getting through a quarter of one of the two pieces of toast and completely ignoring the other, which was worrying to Isshin. They left after that and made their way towards the hospital. It took them thirty minutes to get to the hospital and once there, Isshin guided a drowsy Ichigo inside. He had Ichigo sit down in one of the chairs before going up the front desk.
"Ichigo Kurosaki," he told the lady sitting at the front desk.
She nodded and typed on the computer.
"Nine o'clock?" she confirmed.
"Yes," Isshin answered with a nod.
The lady typed some more before turning back to him.
"Doctor Ishida will be ready to see you in a couple of minutes," she said.
Isshin nodded and went back over to his son, who was nodding off.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" he gently asked, putting one hand on Ichigo's shoulder and one on his forehead.
"Like shit," Ichigo muttered, weakly pushing his father's hand away. "How do you think I'm feeling?"
The black haired man gently squeezed his son's shoulder before sitting back, waiting for the nurse. While waiting, Ichigo turned towards him.
"I want to go home," he whispered.
Isshin turned back to him with a sympathetic look on his face.
He understands that Ichigo is terrified of hospitals and it's reasonable. His grandmother died in the hospital from a chronic sickness when he was younger and ever since then, Ichigo has associated the hospital with death. It scares him.
"Can't we just go and forget about this?" Ichigo asked. "You can take care of me as well as the doctor here can."
Isshin shook his head sadly.
"I'm sorry Ichigo," he said. "You have to get checked out. It won't take too long."
'If he doesn't find anything wrong that is,' he thought to himself.
Ichigo opened his mouth to argue when a nurse came out.
"Ichigo Kurosaki," she called.
The teen frowned but stood up.
He knew that it would be crazy to try to run out of the hospital with Isshin as his father. He could easy catch him and bring him back for his appointment.
Ichigo followed the nurse to an exam room, his father following behind, and hopped up onto the exam table. Once there, the nurse took Ichigo's vitals.
"Alright," she said, removing the blood pressure cuff from the teen's arm. "The doctor will see you in just a minute."
The nurse took the clipboard that had Ichigo's results on it with her as she left the room. Once the door closed, Ichigo jumped off the table and began to pace. Isshin frowned at this.
"Ok, ok, take it easy," he said, going over to his son and grabbing his shoulders, stopping him.
"I want to go home, Dad," Ichigo replied, fear clearly in his voice. "Please."
Isshin's heart broke at the fear in his son's voice.
"It'll be alright," he told the teen in a soothing voice. "You just need to relax."
Isshin guided his son back towards the exam table and had him get back on it.
"Just lay down and relax," he said, gently pushing him down.
The orange haired boy did lay down and took some deep breaths to calm down. That really didn't work however. The deep breaths caused the teen to be sucked into a coughing fit. Ichigo bolted up and coughed into his elbow while his father rubbed his back. He coughed for a while. He was still coughing when the doctor entered the room. The doctor waited for the coughing fit to subside before speaking.
"That is a rough sounding cough," the doctor, Doctor Ishida, commented once Ichigo stopped coughing.
"It is," Isshin responded, turning towards the white haired man. "Thank you so much for seeing him on such short notice."
Ishida ignored the thanks and turned towards the boy, getting into work mode.
"How long has he been feeling like this?" he asked, getting right to business as he looked at the clipboard he got from the nurse.
"Since the night before last," the older Kurosaki answered.
Ishida scribbled that onto the clipboard before asking another question.
"His appetite?"
"Pretty poor."
The doctor wrote that down and studied the clipboard before looking at Ichigo. He studied the teen for a bit before going over to the table and picking up an instrument attached to the wall near it. Ichigo watched him pick up the instrument and winced when it was placed in his ear.
It didn't hurt or anything; it was just uncomfortable.
Ishida looked at the inside of Ichigo's ears before putting the instrument back on its stand. Then, he took out his pen light and took out a tongue depressor from the container on a table in the room.
"Stick out your tongue," he ordered, turning on the light.
Ichigo frowned at the order but did what he was asked. Ishida looked inside his throat for a while before turning off the light and taking the tongue depressor out the teen's mouth. He threw it away and turned the light back on.
"Follow the light with your eyes," he ordered again, shining the light into Ichigo's eyes.
Ichigo squinted and turned away from the light at first before looking back and doing what he was ordered to do.
After that, Ishida turned off the light and put it away. Then, he took his stethoscope off from around his neck and stuck the ear pieces into his ears.
"Take off your shirt," ordered the white haired man.
Ichigo frowned but pulled the shirt over his head and exposed his chest. Ishida placed the diaphragm of the stethoscope on his chest. He listened to his heartbeat for a bit before placing the diaphragm on Ichigo's back and listening to his breathing. After listening for a little bit, Ishida took off the stethoscope and wrapped back around his neck.
"Now, lay down," the white haired doctor ordered once more.
Ichigo laid down and watched Ishida as he pressed on his stomach.
"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked as he pressed down a little on the teen's stomach.
Ichigo shook his head.
Ishida asked the same question over and over while pressing on Ichigo's stomach. Once he was done, he had the teen sit up and put his shirt back on.
"I want to speak to you alone," Ishida told the worried father, who watched the proceedings quietly.
Isshin frowned but followed Ishida outside the room. Once the door was closed, the white haired doctor looked at him.
"It's just a moderate case of the flu," he told him. "The worse of it should pass in a couple more days."
Isshin nodded.
"Ok," he said. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"Just give him this stronger medicine I'll prescribe to him every four hours," the other doctor answered. "And call me if he gets worse or he doesn't get any better."
The black haired man nodded again.
"Thank you," he told him.
"I'm a doctor, Kurosaki," Ishida told him with a frown. "I'm only doing my job."
"But still," said Isshin with a grateful look on his face. "Thank you, Ryuken."
Then, he pulled the shorter doctor into a hug. Ishida's eyes widened.
"Let go of me!" he snapped.
Isshin was pushed away and he hit the wall on the other side of the hallway.
"I see you still like to hug people randomly," said the white haired man dryly.
He fixed his tie and straightened up.
"I'll go get the medicine for you," he told him, getting back to business. "And once you get home, have him take the medicine with his lunch and go to sleep. The medicine is stronger than what you're giving him and will make him drowsy."
Isshin nodded.
"Alright," he said.
Ishida nodded as well.
I'll be back with the medicine," he repeated before leaving.
As the white haired doctor left, Isshin went back into the exam room. He found Ichigo coughing as quietly as he can into his arm. Ichigo soon stopped and looked up at him.
"Well?" Ichigo asked hoarsely. "What did he say?"
Isshin could tell that he was worried. Not that he blamed him, he was talking to Ishida for a while. The older man gave his son a reassuring smile.
"It's just a moderate case of the flu," he told him. "Doctor Ishida is prescribing some stronger medicine for you to take."
The orange haired boy scowled at the mention of medicine.
"Come on now," said Isshin. "It'll help you get better quicker."
Ichigo huffed.
"Doesn't make it taste better," he muttered.
Then, the door opened and Ishida entered with a bottle in his hands.
"Ok, this is the medicine," he told the other doctor as he handed it to him. "Have him take this after every meal every day."
Isshin nodded, taking note that they are tablets, before looking at his oldest child.
"They're tablets," he said to the teenager. "You'll be ok with taking them, right?"
Ichigo nodded, happy that the medicine was in pill form instead of the dreaded liquid form. Isshin nodded again.
"Alright then," he said. "Let's get you back home and into bed."
Then, he turned back towards Ishida.
"Thank you again," said the taller doctor before turning back to his son. "Come on now Ichigo."
Ichigo jumped off the table and made his way towards the door, nodding at Doctor Ishida as he left, with Isshin right behind him.
Author's note: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and as always, let me know if you think anything needs to be changed.