1:55 P.M.
Dr. Wentz's Office
Captain Man's POV:
I'm sitting in the doctor's office, with My daughter, Cheyenne, who was wrapped up in her baby blanket, in My arms.
I then looked at the clock.
The digital clock on the wall said 1:57 P.M.
Only 3 minutes until Cheyenne's appointment with Dr. Wentz. I just hope I can get her in there before she fades on me. I said to myself as I was frantically looking between the clock and Cheyenne.
1:59 P.M.
Captain Man's POV:
As I was sitting in the waiting room, with Cheyenne in My arms, the door opened and Emily Crocker, Cheyenne's nurse, came into the waiting room, standing by the door with a medical file in her hand.
"Cheyenne Rae Manchester..." She said, calling My daughter's name.
I then got up and carried Cheyenne over to where Nurse Crocker was, standing by the door.
We then walked into the hallway, where the weight scale was.
Cheyenne's body was limp as we placed her on the weight scale.
When the digital numbers reached 115 pounds, the weight scale beeped.
"Seems like her weight is not normal. Follow me, please." Nurse Crocker said as I now got her off of the scale and began to carry My sick daughter again.
When we got to the room, I gently laid Cheyenne down on the bed and I then sat down in the chair.
Just as Nurse Crocker came in, Cheyenne started crying.
"Cheyenne, sweetheart, it's okay. So, Captain Man, tell me... How long has she been like this?" Nurse Crocker said as she was holding on to the digital thermometer that was inside Cheyenne's mouth.
"Ever since yesterday morning or was it the day before that. I couldn't remember." I said, trying to remember.
When the thermometer beeped, Nurse Crocker took it out of Cheyenne's mouth and held it up to the light.
"Well...?" I said, nervously.
Nurse Crocker then looked at me.
"Your daughter has a high fever. It's 103.5 degrees inside her body right now." Nurse Crocker said as she recorded it on to Cheyenne's medical file and into her computer.
"That's bad." I said, now squeezing My daughter's hand for dear life.
Nurse Crocker then opened a drawer and got the blood pressure cuff out.
"What do you do with that thing?" I asked as Nurse Crocker was now wrapping it on to My daughter's arm.
"This checks Cheyenne's blood pressure. When I begin to pump, Cheyenne's arm is going to get squeezed. There are 2 numbers when you're measuring blood pressure. The systolic, which of course, is the top number and under that number is the diastolic, which of course, is the bottom. When both of those numbers get in the higher range, you'll have high blood pressure and the lower the numbers are, you'll have low blood pressure. Do you understand how it works?" Nurse Crocker explained.
"I understand..." I said as I held on to My daughter's hand for dear life.
I watched Nurse Crocker start pumping and as I watched Cheyenne's arm get squeezed tighter and tighter, Cheyenne screamed and cried out in pain.
Nurse Crocker then stopped pumping and began to take off the blood pressure cuff off of My daughter's sore and spotty arm.
"I'm sorry if you had to endure that, Emily." I told her, feeling sympathetic.
"That's okay, Captain Man, I always have to endure the pain of the patients everyday." Nurse Crocker said as she now recorded Cheyenne's blood pressure into Cheyenne's medical file and in the computer database.
Nurse Crocker's POV:
Right after I recorded Cheyenne's blood pressure numbers, I took a sympathetic look at Cheyenne.
Cheyenne looked so pale looking and she also looked skinny. Her body was shuddering and shaking which, could only mean two things.
One, she's either scared of me or Dr. Wentz or two, she's about to have a really bad panic attack.
Her panic attacks here in the doctor's office range from a Category one to a Category eleven.
I'm going to say that today, her panic attack is at a Category 16.
As I was about to put My two fingers on Cheyenne's pulse line, Cheyenne began to jolt and jerk.
"Cheyenne, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." I said, reassuring Cheyenne as her body was jolting and jerking.
When I said those words to her, her body calmed down but, just for a little while.
When I placed my two fingers on Cheyenne's pulse line, Cheyenne cried and screamed.
"Cheyenne, sweetie, it's okay. It's just Nurse Crocker checking your pulse." Captain Man said, reassuring Cheyenne as I measured her pulse with My watch.
Right after I measured her pulse, I then recorded it on to Cheyenne's medical record file and also on the computer's database.
"Cheyenne, Dr. Wentz will be with you in a few minutes." I said as I was about to head out the door into the hallway.
Then, I shut the door, leaving Captain Man with Cheyenne.
(Okay. So, usually, when I go to the doctor for My 3 month checkup, I don't usually have a panic attack but, when I was a little girl and I had to have blood drawn from me in the doctor's office, I had a really bad panic attack. It took 4 or 5 nurses to hold me down while one had to stick a needle in. When I go to the doctor for My checkup, sometimes, My blood pressure is up or My temperature is up because of the heat. Well, that's My experience when me and My mother go back there to get weighed in and stuff but, in all of My Henry Danger fan fictions, My mother is a supervillain. What will happen next? Will Cheyenne have a really bad panic attack on Dr. Wentz as a few of her closest friends draw blood from her? Well, you'll find out in the next chapter so, stay tuned. Continue to review and please tell me what you like about this chapter. Thanks😊