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Two fics in one day? Maybe I will be able to finish this on time!
Day 13 of Sicktember, alternate prompt today: Doctor's Note
Hope you enjoy!
Astrid felt like shit. That was all she could think as she listened to her boyfriend's snores. He'd gotten home from work late the night before, so she hadn't seen him before bed. Though she had felt him crawl into bed that night.
She groaned, sitting up in bed. She had to go to work, no matter how sick and shitty she was feeling. Her shift started in an hour, but she couldn't call in. The coffeeshop she worked at required a doctor's note if she had to call in sick. And Astrid did not feel sick enough to need a doctor's appointment, especially with her shitty insurance.
The clock across the room read 8:05am, she needed to leave by 8:45. Sighing, she untangled herself from her still sleeping boyfriend and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She slowly stood up and stalked over to her closet, pulling out a nice t-shirt, jeans, and her sneakers. Tossing the clothes on the bed and dropping her shoes next to the bed, she paused. Her stomach had just turned sharply, a wave of nausea sweeping over her. She rushed out of the bedroom door towards the bathroom, hoping to make it to the bathroom before whatever was left of her dinner came back up.
A few minutes later, she was still kneeling at the porcelain throne, unsure if the nausea was gone, when she noticed the tall figure of her boyfriend in the doorway.
"Everything okay?" His voice was gentle and quiet.
Astrid groaned in response, leaning back over the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her. She suddenly felt her boyfriend's gentle hands pulling her long, blonde hair out of her face.
Her boyfriend, Haydn, had partially woken up when Astrid had gotten out of bed. He hadn't moved, knowing she was just getting up for work, as per their usual routine. She'd get up earlier than him, leaving him to sleep for a few more hours after she needed to be at work. He would usually lay in bed and listen to her getting ready before going back to sleep as she went out to the kitchen to find breakfast. After three months of living together and both of them following the same rough routine every morning, he knew what her routine sounded like.
So, when he'd heard her fast footsteps out the bedroom door this morning, he'd actually opened his eyes, just in time to see her disappear through the doorway with a hand over her mouth. He'd gotten up right away, only pausing to put his prosthetic on before following her to the bathroom.
Astrid leaned back against him; her dry heaving having subsided. He reached up and grabbed the washcloth off the bathroom counter to gently wipe some of the saliva from around her mouth. As he tossed the cloth back up onto the counter, the blonde buried her face in her boyfriend's chest.
"Did you call into work?" he asked gently.
Astrid shook her head, face still pressed into his chest.
"Why not?"
"I can't," she started. "If I call in sick, I'll have to get a doctor's note."
"So?"
The blonde sighed. "I'm not sick enough to make a trip to the doctor's worth it. Especially with my shitty health insurance."
"Well, you're not going to work like this," Haydn's voice was stern, but, somehow, still gentle. "If anything, I'll pay for a doctor's appointment for you."
"I can't ask you to do that."
"I get an incredibly generous allowance from my part in my family's company every month, I can afford to pay for my girlfriend's doctor's visit."
Of course. She'd forgotten that her boyfriend came from a wealthy family. On one hand, it was easy to forget with how much he worked, since he was trying to entirely live off of his part-time job while he was in school. On the other, it should have been obvious with the expensive quality of most of his belongings and the gifts he would give her, on top of some of the incredibly expensive dates that he would sometimes take her on.
"I still can't ask you to do that," she tried to insist.
Haydn shook his head, helping her to her feet and back to the bedroom. She groaned as she caught sight of the clock.
8:20am.
She was going to be late.
Suddenly, her phone was in front of her, her work's contact pulled up on it's screen. She looked up at her boyfriend, who was standing there holding it.
"Babe, I really can't-"
"You should not be going to work at your food service job, when you threw up while trying to get ready," he cut her off.
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Rich Boy."
Haydn pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "I'm saying this from a food safety standpoint, my love. And because I love you. You are not going to work today." He crouched down, gentle green eyes meeting blue.
Astrid sighed. She wasn't going to win this, was she?
"Fine." She snatched her phone out of his hand, hitting the dial button as she did.
"Hello, Slice of Life Coffeeshop, Alvin speaking, how can help you?" Astrid froze. Her boss was working this morning?
"H-hi Alvin, it's Astrid. I, uh," Astrid glanced at her boyfriend who had moved to the bed next to her, "I can't come in today."
"Why not?"
"I'm sick."
"Prove it."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. What makes you say that?" Her boss's voice was shop, strikingly different from her boyfriend's gentle one that she'd gotten used to hearing that morning.
How was she supposed to answer that? She looked at Haydn, hoping he'd heard the question.
"Be honest," he whispered. "You threw up this morning."
"I threw up this morning," she repeated into the phone. "I really shouldn't come in then."
Her boss sighed. "Well you need a doctor's note; I expect it when you come in in a couple days."
"Okay." The line went dead before she even finished the word. She moved the phone away from her ear.
"Was that your first time calling in to your job?" Astrid nodded. "Well, good job, I'm proud of you." Astrid couldn't quite tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
"You should lay down and rest some more. I'll see if I can make you a doctor's appointment." He got up and left the room, grabbing his phone off of it's charger by the TV at the foot of the bed.
She placed her phone back on the nightstand, wondering what she did to deserve a boyfriend who cared so much. Her boss sucked, but she could deal with that as long as she was able to come home to her loving, caring boyfriend.
I love writing these fluffy stories, even if one of the characters is really sick, it's still cute.
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Until next time,
Daystrid out!
*excitedly moves onto Day 14*
