Joshua Cunningham
Mom's making me go to the doctor.
I don't want to.
There's nothing wrong.
I'm perfectly fine!
I don't get why I have to go.
The nurse tells me to, but I don't resist.
She's a really nice lady.
I don't blame her or Mom for being worried about me.
I met my doctor.
He has the same last name as me!
We have the same hair and even the same eyes!
Isn't that weird?
He has this robot.
I think it's name is Roni.
He gets annoyed by her really easily.
It's kinda funny.
I keep telling the doctor I'm okay.
He says that he should check just in case, but if he doesn't find anything, I can go back to my room.
I nod and he uses the stethoscope to check my heartbeat.
He gets all confused because I guess he found everything normal.
Then I start coughing up blood.
It hurts.
I manage to hide it because of my sleeve, but he notices.
I make up an excuse, but he just sighs.
I don't feel good.
I try to hide it so I can go back to my room.
I made the doctor mad.
He started yelling at me, telling me that hiding it will only make everyone more worried.
I didn't mean to make him mad.
I started crying.
I was worrying everyone.
He feels really bad, because he tries to comfort me.
Even though he doesn't know how, it really helps.
I'm glad he's my doctor.
He helps a lot, even though I don't know him.
I hope I don't worry anyone now.