"You can't avoid it forever." Toby reminded Happy. She had been ignoring him all morning. He had been following her slowly around the garage for hours hoping she would finally listening. "It's not even that bad."
Happy kept her head down and continued to go about her business without acknowledging Toby's existence. She didn't need to take his advice. She didn't want to, so she wouldn't. That was good enough reason for her.
"It won't even take that long. It is for your own good. I even set it up for you." Toby begged. She still refused to look in his directions. "Happy, please. It is just the doctors office. And you haven't been for 4 years. Do you even know how many shots you have missed?"
"I don't want to go." She finally replied. "I'm not going."
"Why not?" He questioned.
"I already said I don't want to. Maybe you need to go to the doctors, you can't even hear." Happy snapped.
"I meant why don't you want to go."
"Because I don't."
"Happy, I swear to God I will carry you kicking and screaming to the doctor's office if I have to." He replied exasperated.
"I'd like to see you try." She challenged. He knew he wouldn't be able to get her there if she didn't want to go, so he turned away from her.
"You really should go," He muttered as he started to walk away. "It's just to make sure you're ok, and fix you if you aren't."
She waited to feel the relief of Toby's leaving, but today it didn't come. Maybe he was right, she thought, but even so she wouldn't go to the doctor. She couldn't. Doctors poke you all over and see all sorts of things. She didn't trust anyone enough to do that. Even worse, doctors were a complete privacy breach. They asked question after question after question. How often do you feel depressed? When did you last get your period? Are you sexually active? Why did anyone other than herself need to know those things?
But Toby did have a point; the point of a doctor was to make sure she was healthy. She didn't really need that information. She knew she was fine. She ate right, and exercised regularly. She was healthy and didn't need the doctor to tell her that, but maybe Toby did. Staring at his retreating figure. She wondered if he would benefit more from her going to the doctor than she would. Maybe he just wanted to know she was ok. That wasn't so bad, right?
No, she thought stubbornly, I do not care whether or not he loses sleep over my 'uncertain' health. She tried to go back to her work, but deep down she didn't want to. So she stopped. Afterall, she didn't do things she didn't want to do.
She started out of the garage. "Where are you going?" Toby's voice interrupted.
"The doctors." She answered.
"Really?" He replied hopefully.
"Only because I want to."