A/N: I apologize for not getting this out last night. Real life got in the way.
He looks up from the basin at his doctor. She looks young, but tough.
"Sebastian?" The doctor asks. He nods. She offers her hand, but he shakes his head. He's too busy keeping his mouth shut and his good arm around his basin. Instead she shakes his father's hand. "I'm Dr. Blake. Mr. Smythe, if you could step outside for a moment, we need some privacy."
He wonders what she's going to do that requires privacy. His father and Nick have already both seen him naked, physically and emotionally, today. His father is not pleased. The transition from concerned, protective father to attorney is a subtle, yet palpable change.
"Bastian is sixteen," His father argues. "What ever you need to do or ask, you can do with me present."
"I need to make sure the information I get is accurate," Dr. Blake responds, calmly. "I find its easier without parents or guardians."
"Bas, you'll tell her the truth if I stay?" Anxious father is back.
He sighs. The truth is that he isn't sure if he wants his father or not. On of the one hand, he feels sick and he wants someone to take care of him. On the other hand, his father tends to monopolize his doctor's visits.
"Would you go get me a bottle of water?" He asks his father, sounding pitiful. "And maybe get yourself some coffee? It's going to be a long day.
Dr. Blake looks at him sidelong, and waits for his father to leave the room. Nick quietly follows Mr. Smythe out.
"You're not allowed to eat or drink anything." Dr. Blake is blunt. He shrugs, the movement making his arm hurt.
She starts examining him, asking questions all the while.
No, he doesn't smoke.
Yes, he drinks, maybe once a week.
No, he's not a virgin. Yes, he has been sexually active in the last six months, but always with protection.
Yes, he's an athlete, and a singer and a dancer.
Yes, he knows what caused the ketones. Her skilled fingers probe the tender pink lump where his infusion set used to be.
No, he doesn't feel feverish. He doesn't mention that he doesn't run fevers.
Yes, it hurts very much when she presses on his abdomen, but he also has to pee really badly.
Yes, he thinks he can make it to the bathroom on his own.
Dr. Blake finishes the exam, and expertly disconnects his arm. She loops the tube back on itself, and hands him a cup. "Call the nurse when you're back," she orders, walking with him to the small bathroom.
He goes inside and sinks onto the toilet. He feels a little bit faint, and isn't sure he can stand up. He's glad no one is there to see him.
He cleans himself up, and splashes a little water into his mouth. He's not supposed to have anything orally, but having control over his own healthcare has emboldened him.